Blacklight..

        

The possibilities are ENDLESS!! Finding pictures that do justice to the dreamlike fantasy it could be, not so much. 

If you don't know, or haven't figured it out, these are blacklight tattoos; invisible in normal light, surreal in black light. I am trying to figure out the likelihood that I will ever be hanging around blacklight enough to make it worthwhile. Sadly, I really doubt it. :p 

Sweet..

The mangoes have come back in season. Bliss.

Sadly, both our trees are alternate bearing, so the season is going to be very short, since only half of one tree (the smaller one) is fruiting. Wah.

But it's nice while it's lasting. :D

Who says..

Bubbly..

In the summer, a young(ish) man's thoughts turn to...really cold drinks.

Dh decided now was the time to try making ginger beer. Coincidentally, about ten minutes earlier, I had seen Aran from Cannelle et Vanille's post about her feature on Design*Sponge, all about making ginger beer. Obviously, it was meant to be.

So, results:

First bottle-Ew.

Second bottle-Not too bad; has potential; relatively drinkable.

Onward and upwards, my friends. :p

Surreal...

        

Tim Burton for Harper's Bazaar. Nice. 

Credits: Harpers Bazaar 

Periwinkle..

When I was a kid, periwinkle was one of my favorite colors, with the best name. It gave me the same feeling that I got when reading Anne of Green Gables. 

Then I grew up, and discovered periwinkles were those same flowers I knew by the name of vinca, that I hated, cause they were scraggly and smelled yucky. Damn.

But now I have one growing in my backyard, in the middle of the lawn (rather, off to the side, under the shade of a mandarin tree), and I defend it with extreme vigor. Dh would love to mow it down; polls of random friends show they agree with him, ds is constantly eying it with hedge trimmers, or samurai sword, depending, in hand; I have to literally put a barricade around it out of sawhorses mowing time, to save it.

I dunno why..for some reason, that spot of color in the middle of the lawn, growing against all odds, makes me happy. I've almost forgiven it for not being the periwinkle of my dreams.