Archive for the ‘homely’ Category
Tweet Oh I do find it so hard. We drive back across the Gippsland, the car filled with sand and salt, the fishing rod bobbing behind my head, and as the signposts declare fewer and fewer kilometres until we reach Melbourne, my spirits sink lower and lower. I never feel as if we are coming [...]
Tweet Eeeeee! As I write, Abby is at the birthday party we have sat through the last week’s heatwave for. Hmhm. Instead of heading up to Merimbula soon after Christmas, to hit the beaches, swim, laze and walk in this beautiful coastal village, we have sat here in Melbourne and SWEATED. Profusely. At least, here [...]
Tweet One week til Christmas! I so adore this time of year – a week ahead of us, full of making and singing and reading and cooking and preparing. Eeeee! The first sound that greeted me as I threw open the front door, letting in the sparkling blue summer morning – the young gas repair [...]
Tweet Ah! Lotte’s not had her own place to call home since we left the tumbledown cottage in Norman Park – over four years ago. Some of that time was spent in storage boxes. The rest, piled into cupboards, utterly out of sight, often out of mind, and altogether unnoticed. Now, it’s only one more [...]
Tweet :: leaving behind the steel wool and paint brushes, oil and paint – now it’s time for the fabric :: ran out of staples just one foot in – firmly planted in the make-do mentality so moved straight onto blued tacks and hammer :: feet, shelves, bricks, drawers – in fabric I had bought [...]
Tweet Lost our minds clearly! We have embarked upon the greatest room rearrange ever. The spare ‘oom into Abby’s room and Abby’s room into the spare ‘oom. It had to happen. Her old room is the smallest room in the house and she had it packed to the rafters. It was ghastly. And of course, [...]
Tweet :: four imagination tickling fat quarters … mmmm … :: divinely beautiful, hand cross stitched pieces of embroidery from the oppie :: along with a sweet doily demurely requesting that it be added to a tote as a name tag :: and a funny little mouli, also from the oppie, for cutting herbs [...]
Tweet I dusted my dressing table this morning. It was very dusty, but more importantly, I have an essay due in this week, so dusting the dressing table was an imperative and most valuable form of procrastination. As I began lifting off each item, gently dusting it and placing it on the bed, it occured [...]
Tweet There was an almost plain lampshade calling my name on Saturday. Abby, mum and I were thrifting – Abby was hunting down the components of a new costume – we had a simply wonderful day and came home with lovely treats. Including this here shade which was lurking by the counter at the [...]
Tweet Cleaning was required first. A couple of hours. Steel wool, bleach, water. Lucy and Fu helped – sort of. You can see how much Fu got into it – with her face. Lucy preferred a supervisory role. But then, the afternoon sun spilled on and we rested there, faces tilted towards its warmth. There [...]
Tweet ~ bundles and books of beautiful fabrics expired – no longer useful to those who gather it but an Aladdin’s cave of treasure for those who dream of patchworked furniture, patchworked curtains, sweet bags of prettiness and all manner of stitched delights. ~ I yank and pull and peel back the old, revealing the [...]
Tweet … that had the GOOD luck to be left on the side of the road, where it was discovered by hard-rubbishing Lil’ & her equally ardent hard-rubbishing Mum. Yes, it had shiny purple fabric … Yes, that fabric had clearly been shredded by a furry family member … Yes, it had EXTRAORDINARILY awful fuzzy [...]