Most of us own a set of bastard bathroom scales.
Why we torture ourselves with the ritual of getting on these dam things with not a stitch of clothing on is actually beyond me. I for some reason find myself stepping gently onto my bathroom scales before I get into the shower at the end of the day. Why? I have no idea, but what I have discovered lately is that when I get out of the shower and are all clean and dry I weigh half a kilo less!!! Maybe I should shower more than once a day.
Other big round things are about at the moment.
Of the hot air variety.
Walking to get the mail this morning I got to see loads of them, even all the novelty shaped ones but my little handbag sized camera doesn't zoom that far. I quite like the Balloon festival that happens once a year in Hamilton. I no longer have to take the lads to the lake in the wee hours of the morning to watch them launch, or be amongst the zillions of people that go to the night glow. But I still enjoy seeing them floating high in the sky and I enjoy them even more when they float over my house. Fingers crossed they head my way tomorrow morning.
Love it or hate it,
it seems to be everywhere.
The one in the middle reminds me of a drawing I did in 6th Form when our Art class went to the Auckland Museum to draw masks.
I think these artist are quite clever,
and it certainly brightens up a dull old concrete wall.
Every Wednesday I have to go to the job agency that employs me at the moment to hand in my weekly time sheet. Every week I think how I should take a photo of this wall that is covered in colourful graffiti. So today I did!! I still think Graffiti is art but I don't believe tagging is.