7. Mr Sagmeister

Stefan Sagmeister is the most talented man in the world. He also has a rather cool name.

He staples sausage and carves words into his skin...all in the name of design.
He lives typography like a religion and I'd follow him like a disciple.

6. Beth

This one's special.

She's the other side of my coin.
She gives me big snowbeast hugs at college, and tells me I'm good at design, and lends me pretty things.
She's Alice, and maybe I'm the Red Queen. I like to think we'd play croquet with flamingos if we could.
I know she misses Sydney so much, but home wouldn't be home without her. When boys are kuk, she's my boyfriend replacement. And prom was so much better with her :) She's also one of the only people I can eat a McDonalds breakfast with. Now that is love.

So here you go Bethi, know that you're irreplaceable and talented...and that my world is not complete without you. Love you. xx

5. Sleep

Because I don't get enough of it.

4. Try it sometime

So on Saturday I stayed in my pyjamas until 3 in the afternoon. Fuck meditating in a cave for 10 years...I've discovered the secret to happiness.

3. Sunny daze

Just so you know...I love winter.
I love the howling wind, walking in the rain, storm clouds...all of it.
But today, as I was lying on Kim's lawn, I realised how awesome sunny days can be. Spring makes my fingertips tingle, like I'm about to find out something exciting.

Maybe after months of grey, I'm ready for the sun.

2. Dr Geoff

Meet my dad. He’s the other side of me.

He’s the protector, the rock.
He gave me my sense of humour, my ambition and my love for arbitrary band names.
He doesn’t understand what I’m studying but still makes every parent’s evening.
He wears a lot of flannel. And inexplicably made my mom an egg holder.
He is by far the most determined person I know.
He reads books that should never have been published. I mean, The History of Salt? Followed by the History of Cod? *shakes head*
Oh and he can sing the entire Rocky Horror Picture Show soundtrack.
Yeah, he’s rad.

1. Poetess

Meet my mom.

When I wonder who I’ll be in twenty years, I just look at her. She epitomises what a mom should be. She lets me question, and listens to my rants, and tells me I’m good at things. She makes me cheese sandwiches at 3am when I’m up working. She gives me cool books, and reads poetry out loud. And when it hits, she sits with me until it passes. She’s that teacher whose every word you hang on, who turns words on their head. She gave me my fragile, creative and emotional side. She’s just the right balance of making me feel happy with who I am now, and wanting to be something better.

And it goes a little something like this

I’ve always been told to count my blessings.

But when days happen to be filled with traffic, idiotic people and malfunctioning printers, I’d much rather eat a pair of toenail clippers than be positive. So this blog is me giving optimism a try- attempting to find 365 things that I am grateful for or add value to my life. Some are things (or people) that I couldn’t live without, whilst others may be a bit less epic. But they all bring joy in some form. OK then.