Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros

Last night I went to an Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros concert.

The first band was a beautiful southern Californian band that played deer jaws and tiny guitars. The women in the group did this crazy stomping dance, and the music made you feel like you were in a bird zoo. It was perfect.

The Magnetic Zeros were perfect. Their music has been making me so happy lately, even through this strange period of time. So seeing them live tickled my heart. For the encore, he sat us all down and sang a song about "I love you I love you."

It was at that moment, looking up at the sprinkly gold cross on his forehead, I belong to a barefoot colony.

Hair dos, What to do

I tried to do my hair like this, but I shortly realized they must have used a plate.


Then I tried to make a hat like this, but I shortly realized that it was a drawing.

Sushi and Peas

I would go to culinary school if I had longer fingers.

Moomin' lovin'

I used to not be able to look at people without aging them in my head

Now I can't look at people without turning them into moomin trolls.