Twenty Five

Last Sunday, I turned 25. It was a really nice day. I had lunch with Sophie, afternoon tea with Rose, and dinner at the flat.
I'm not sure what to make of it all. I wouldn't of imagined I'd be where I'm at now at 25, but I wouldn't want to change anything. My life before moving to Christchurch was very different and challenging (and mysterious, to most of you). Things in the last few years have been amazing.
It feels like a revelation might be around the corner. When does the life you live make sense in the present?

The Friday before my birthday, I donated blood. Auspiciously, it was my 25th donation, and I got a free umbrella. Well, I guess it cost me about 12 litres of blood. If you're able to, please consider donating blood - it's incredibly selfless and altruistic.

I made a present for my sister (she's my twin, it was her birthday also), it was a crocheted purse. I didn't photograph it, but I'm working on something else that I will show you when it's done.
Also, last Saturday, there was a screen-print-a-thon at my flat. Here's what I made...