I am giddy with pretension! And candy.

[honeyspider]

Steam operated boy,
sitting on my ship,
he is just a toy
but I wind him up
and he comes to life,
clockwork-powered joy,
that is why I want a
steam operated boy.

I am making bonnets! Lord knows why I'm doing this here since I'm already way over my baggage limit. (Notice how all of phfa's post from this trip are DETAILS AND STUFF and mine are all 'oh hey there, baby, I'm making hats!')

Side note: Sexist top hats in town. I wish I could afford one. But I would have to wear it on the plane. ...not that I actually find anything wrong with that.

My dad is scouring the house for cogs and wheels for me to play with. He's so lovely, really. Plus he'll probably bring me booze soon and tonight he's making leg of lamb. Deliciousness.

Tonight there is going to be some sort of run-through packing to check everything fits before we actually have to pack. (Anamountoftime left in Nimbin! I can't be bothered to check, right now.)

Alison came into the room and dad yelled after her, "Don't you need photos of the drug addict sheep?" and she went darting out again with glee. I'm not even going to ask. It's just best not to.

Soon my super lovely skeleton pocket watch will arrive here! Soon!

I wish I had a steam engine right now. You may all come for a ride upon it as long as you promise to drink tea from lady teacups and speak of all sort of intersting and, quite possibly, salacious things.