Apologies, my warm and yeasty baker's dozen of dedicated readers, for the suspension of transmission. My mother is here, a watercoloured smudge of Australia, motherly love and faint resentment in her wake. Your regular programming will be back shortly. In the meantime, I wanted to share this t-shirt from snorgtees. It speaks to me.
Family of fiddleheads
4 years ago
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when I was a kid in school, and before I knew what put the #2 in a pencil, I was really excited to find a #1.5. I guarded that pencil and selfishly wouldn't lend it out, fully convinced of its uniqueness.
(turns out my real love was for fat, soft-leaded 4B and 6Bs, but I wouldn't discover that until taking a drawing class)
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