Oh I'm not going to buy this one from e-bay, but I couldn't resist "borrowing" a pic, because it is rather yummy after all.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Eye Candy
Oh I'm not going to buy this one from e-bay, but I couldn't resist "borrowing" a pic, because it is rather yummy after all.
Still Warm
...which is actually the name of this photo. It's now March, and still warmish, but I'm welcoming the cooler weather. And read any Southern Hemisphere blog today and they'll tell you it's the first day of Autumn. One thing I'm hoping house-to-be will have is an open fireplace for snuggling in front of. (Naturally, the practical side of me is also hoping for central heating as well...unless you love chopping wood Hubert.) Of course, it's also the start of knitting season...so what project will I start this year...and not finish? Oh, the potential!
PS. If you love tumble-down, neglected beauty, go and look at all of Evan Leavitt's photos, they are just sublime!
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Hump Day roundup
As today is Wednesday, time for my weekly crafty round up. What have I been up to? I've worked on bits'n'bobs, namely:
~ made a cushion out of vintage green fabric (found it in my pile, I think I got it from Brown Owls a couple of years back)
(The embroidered cushion is from Ikea, for the curious.)
~ decided that this tablecloth was too small for my table, but would make a good curtain for the spare room
~ did a bit of crochet (not granny squares) not really sure what for ...round and round and round..
and
~ tried to continue with my embroidery, only to be regularly thwarted by the Ginga Ninja
I've also been trying to remove all the upholstery from the footpath chair...it was made by Saba and contained a playing card, a marble, and $1.17 in change.
It still needs a lot of cleaning up yet, and I must admit the lazy side of me isn't enjoying it much.
~ made a cushion out of vintage green fabric (found it in my pile, I think I got it from Brown Owls a couple of years back)
(The embroidered cushion is from Ikea, for the curious.)~ decided that this tablecloth was too small for my table, but would make a good curtain for the spare room
~ did a bit of crochet (not granny squares) not really sure what for ...round and round and round..
and
~ tried to continue with my embroidery, only to be regularly thwarted by the Ginga Ninja
I've also been trying to remove all the upholstery from the footpath chair...it was made by Saba and contained a playing card, a marble, and $1.17 in change.
It still needs a lot of cleaning up yet, and I must admit the lazy side of me isn't enjoying it much.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Tuesday Tuesday
It's time for some non grumbling. Things that are on my mind/making me happy today:
~This blog. As I'm trying to keep my granny-a-day mojo and get into more crochet love, it's full of inspiration, and some of the best tutorials I've seen. (You may already be familiar with it...I am under the proverbial rock after all. Hubert often tells me "You rock"... maybe he means I am a rock, haha.)
~I am on a mission. I need to recover and restore footpath chair which is in a very bad and stinky state of disrepair. I am thinking of using vintage barkcloth, of which Etsy is offering a nice selection. Or should I use modern fabric? What will wear better? What will look better? Or maybe I should go to Ikea and see what they offer in upholstery fabrics...hmmm... Any bright ideas? (Yes, I did consider local handprinted fabrics, but the metreage needed puts it out of my price range.)
~Last Friday, with the guidance of Pip via Frankie, I made a wee jar terrarium. And oh dear, I think it's created a monster. In the words of Britney, gimme more... This one is obviously not mine, but merely an inspirational picture. Mine currently contains baby's tears, a maiden hair fern, succulent and a plastic chicken.
deer butt, originally uploaded by my sunset road.
PS. Someone bought favoured house in Ballarat...but no-one's bought dream house yet. I know I shouldn't fret about it, but I'm really anxious to just settle again, and get on with life.
Today's grumble
Do any of you tune in and ask yourselves "Hmm I wonder what Drewzel is going to complain about today?" Part of me sort of feels compelled to apologise for being such a curmudgeon, but nah. Blogland is a generally happy place, but still, it isn't all fairies at the bottom of the garden (I myself have slugs there.)
So, in direct contrast to last night's post, you know what's been getting me down lately? E-mail. I hate it. I know it's fast and handy and blah blah blah, but oh my dog, after dealing with all the (often dumb) emails I get at work all day, the last thing I want to do in my leisure time is open my gmail. So I will apologise right now if you've sent me something and I haven't responded or you're feeling unloved or whatever. But oh! how I hate it...such a chore. I get my bills via email now, so that's no reason to want to check my messages in a hurry either. And if you want to write me a lurve letter, put it in teh snail mail (thanks Hubert) ...because electronic doesn't cut it for me.
I'm certainly not advocating we do away with e-mail and go back to telegrams and carrier pigeons... but I must admit, these days, I feel somewhat over communicated. Leave me be for a while world, and that way I can get some stitching done.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Just so
you don't think that I'm the world's grumpiest old bag* I did a happy dance when I opened my mailbox today. Pressies! For me!
The first one, a prize from the splendiferous Curly Pops...I had to take a pic before I opened it as the wrapping was so cute...and inside was a gorgeous gadget pouch. And oh yes, I love the Japanese fabric.
Hooray! Thank you Cam, and my i-Pod thanks you too. xxThe other cheerworthy pressie was a surprise from Hubert... just 'cause I guess. He rules!
Here's a song from the album because we *heart* Sarah.
* I know I'm a cranky old bag, but not the world's crankiest! hee.
Linen Pencil Case
Linen Pencil Case - Sewing Machine and Scissors, originally uploaded by Kawaii Japanese Stationery and Craft Supplies.
I just love this. That's all I wanted to say.
I can't quite explain...
so maybe someone out there can shed some light on it for me? I just read a very lovely blog post by my cousin about my other cousin getting married. Of course I thought, "how lovely, good on them, etc etc" but the other part of me just went "Meh." I don't want to be bad natured, and I sure don't mean to be, but every time I hear about someone getting married or making plans, I just want to scream "Don't do it!!!!!!!!" I've never been interested in marriage or babies, and certainly didn't spend my childhood play time dreaming of my big white wedding and perfect married life. And I know you might be thinking that this is just a result of failing at my own marriage, but somehow it's deeper than that, and I can't explain it. I have plenty of examples of good solid lasting marriages (parents 40 something years, still going, sister coming up to a couple of decades now with her hubby) but I just can't be positive about it. Am I afraid of commitment? Or do I have a problem with the whole wedding debacle rather than being married per se? I don't know, and I just don't understand. I'm sure it's not sour grapes, to me it seems more like fear. I just don't know what I'm afraid of.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Friday, February 19, 2010
Speaking of doileys
Once upon a time there was a doiley. It was a rather nice doiley, white cotton, interesting shape and a good size for living upon a dressing table. Someone worked for some number of hours stitching pretty flowers and french knots upon it. Then as fashions changed, it was discarded, ending up in a rag bag for the op shop.
It probably thought it would never see the light of day again, let alone a pretty dressing table. Then an enterprising soul scooped it up, along with it's other neglected brothers and sisters, and decided it should live again, decorating an item of clothing...
The maker was happy with their creativity, and perhaps proudly wore it out for luncheons and shopping. Or maybe gifted it to a poor unfortunate loved one lucky person.
{It should be noted that I can really only guess at the past life of the doiley and salmon pink jacket as I not responsible for any of these goings ons.}
Anyway, who knows... did the jacket get worn with pride or stuffed in the back of the wardrobe in shame? All I know is I happened upon it one day back in 2008 at the Salvos in Carrum Downs. I freed the doileys and ended up with some pretty ones for my stash. Happy ending for the white doiley?
Well almost. The other day, upon blogworld I saw a lace doiley covering a stereo speaker. I think the link was via Pip. So then I came across Kootoyoo's doiley excellence. Ahoy! Doileys everywhere! Nannas were cheering. Most inspirational. And then when I was playing a cd last week, I observed the damage done to my speaker covers by Ms Drewzel Fossil using them as a kitteh chair (oh so soft and comfy) when they were stacked in the spare room at the old villa.
So today I dug through the doileys... found one the white floral doiley and stitched him to the speaker cover to cover the kitteh dirt and rips. Et voila!
However, I'm having some post-crafting quandrys. Does this look good? Am I on the bandwagon? Is this as bad as attaching doileys to the pink jacket? I was going to embroider "Kick out the Jams!" on it...but stopped as I wasn't sure if this was adding insult to injury. Do I take this all too seriously? Any thoughts?
It probably thought it would never see the light of day again, let alone a pretty dressing table. Then an enterprising soul scooped it up, along with it's other neglected brothers and sisters, and decided it should live again, decorating an item of clothing...
The maker was happy with their creativity, and perhaps proudly wore it out for luncheons and shopping. Or maybe gifted it to a {It should be noted that I can really only guess at the past life of the doiley and salmon pink jacket as I not responsible for any of these goings ons.}
Anyway, who knows... did the jacket get worn with pride or stuffed in the back of the wardrobe in shame? All I know is I happened upon it one day back in 2008 at the Salvos in Carrum Downs. I freed the doileys and ended up with some pretty ones for my stash. Happy ending for the white doiley?
Well almost. The other day, upon blogworld I saw a lace doiley covering a stereo speaker. I think the link was via Pip. So then I came across Kootoyoo's doiley excellence. Ahoy! Doileys everywhere! Nannas were cheering. Most inspirational. And then when I was playing a cd last week, I observed the damage done to my speaker covers by Ms Drewzel Fossil using them as a kitteh chair (oh so soft and comfy) when they were stacked in the spare room at the old villa.
So today I dug through the doileys... found one the white floral doiley and stitched him to the speaker cover to cover the kitteh dirt and rips. Et voila!
However, I'm having some post-crafting quandrys. Does this look good? Am I on the bandwagon? Is this as bad as attaching doileys to the pink jacket? I was going to embroider "Kick out the Jams!" on it...but stopped as I wasn't sure if this was adding insult to injury. Do I take this all too seriously? Any thoughts?
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Hanging around
Yesterday afternoon, while shuffling* up the street to meet one of my fave chicks for coffee, I passed by a You Am I poster, and thought: "Hooray, local gig!" Then went: "Bah, last week, missed out, gumble, mutter." ...however given the gig had passed, I thought this gave me a license to pinch the poster (or do a community service by removing bills, if you will). I thought it would look rather spiffy on the lounge room wall:
Mmm, I like some good poster design. I added one of my Petty girl calendar pages that I just bought via Etsy, and also finally framed a print that I bought from Redbubble two years ago - the one that's hanging over the (unfinished) stool. All a bit industrious really.
Maybe I'm super slow, but it just occurred to me how taking a photo is a better way to get some perspective on your living space...I looked at the one above and thought, "that doesn't look right, that bookcase is too skinny"...so I think there will be some tweaking over the weekend, because I'm not happy. Another think I've noticed is how I'm all about black and orange now, as well as my fave blue. Does any of this matter? Probably not, but it keeps me amused.
* I am indeed shuffling everywhere at the moment, as my dickie knee is playing up.
PS. On a happy note, I only noticed today that Blogger now let you add pages. More easy links to crap that you don't care about about me. Hurrah!
Mmm, I like some good poster design. I added one of my Petty girl calendar pages that I just bought via Etsy, and also finally framed a print that I bought from Redbubble two years ago - the one that's hanging over the (unfinished) stool. All a bit industrious really.
Maybe I'm super slow, but it just occurred to me how taking a photo is a better way to get some perspective on your living space...I looked at the one above and thought, "that doesn't look right, that bookcase is too skinny"...so I think there will be some tweaking over the weekend, because I'm not happy. Another think I've noticed is how I'm all about black and orange now, as well as my fave blue. Does any of this matter? Probably not, but it keeps me amused.
* I am indeed shuffling everywhere at the moment, as my dickie knee is playing up.
PS. On a happy note, I only noticed today that Blogger now let you add pages. More easy links to crap that you don't care about about me. Hurrah!
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Heehee
Reading the latest Frankie at lunchtime, this nanna made me giggle:
Advice to your 20 year old self:"Open a store that makes sensible frocks, blouses, knitwear and all at affordable prices. Nothing like today's fashion, all the necks are too big, which means your boobs fall out."
Nice one Joyce.
Advice to your 20 year old self:"Open a store that makes sensible frocks, blouses, knitwear and all at affordable prices. Nothing like today's fashion, all the necks are too big, which means your boobs fall out."
Nice one Joyce.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
It's hump day again!
And that means a hump day crafty roundup. But have I been crafty...uh, not really. A visit from Hubert distracted me (for *heart* day) and so there's been minimal output. You may recall the pic from last Wednesday of the pinboard and the plate - alas when I got home from work that day, the hook had come unstuck, and the pinboard came crashing down, and took one of my favourite vintage plates with it. I still haven't had the heart to pick up the pieces from under roadside chair, so they lay there as playthings for Ninja. ~sigh~
On a happier note, I am coveting. Oh yes, this coveting may send me to hell, but Hubert and I found the perfect chairs to match my kitchen table at the antique shed and oh yes, they are chrome and teal vinyl (my fave colour) and can be mine for the exchange of some cash. Herein is where my plan currently falls down...so I'll ask the universe to save me the chairs for a month or so until I actually have some money. Okay Universe?
Craft wise:
-doing the odd granny here and there (and some of them have been very odd indeed...and pulled back out. Me? Count? Never!)
-ironed a cutesy Sublime pattern onto a old opped table mat to make a wall hanging, so stitching away on that
-procrastinating on stitching my project with the Black Apple stitching patterns
Also very conscious I have to get my arse into gear re our local Brown Owls...I'm letting peeps down...grr me.
PS. House capers still at a standstill, just for the curious.
On a happier note, I am coveting. Oh yes, this coveting may send me to hell, but Hubert and I found the perfect chairs to match my kitchen table at the antique shed and oh yes, they are chrome and teal vinyl (my fave colour) and can be mine for the exchange of some cash. Herein is where my plan currently falls down...so I'll ask the universe to save me the chairs for a month or so until I actually have some money. Okay Universe?
Craft wise:
-doing the odd granny here and there (and some of them have been very odd indeed...and pulled back out. Me? Count? Never!)
-ironed a cutesy Sublime pattern onto a old opped table mat to make a wall hanging, so stitching away on that
-procrastinating on stitching my project with the Black Apple stitching patterns
Also very conscious I have to get my arse into gear re our local Brown Owls...I'm letting peeps down...grr me.
PS. House capers still at a standstill, just for the curious.
Bits
Bits from this article that I liked...thanks for the link Pip.
"The thing is, I really like saying yes. I like new things, projects, plans, getting people together and doing something, trying something, even when it's corny or stupid. I am not good at saying no. And I do not get along with people who say no. When you die, and it really could be this afternoon, under the same bus wheels I'll stick my head if need be, you will not be happy about having said no. You will be kicking your ass about all the no's you've said. No to that opportunity, or no to that trip to Nova Scotia or no to that night out, or no to that project or no to that person who wants to be naked with you but you worry about what your friends will say.
No is for wimps. No is for pussies. No is to live small and embittered, cherishing the opportunities you missed because they might have sent the wrong message."
"What matters is that you do good work. What matters is that you produce things that are true and will stand. What matters is that the Flaming Lips's new album is ravishing and I've listened to it a thousand times already, sometimes for days on end, and it enriches me and makes me want to save people. What matters is that it will stand forever, long after any narrow-hearted curmudgeons have forgotten their appearance on goddamn 90210. What matters is not the perception, nor the fashion, not who's up and who's down, but what someone has done and if they meant it. What matters is that you want to see and make and do, on as grand a scale as you want, regardless of what the tiny voices of tiny people say. Do not be critics, you people, I beg you. I was a critic and I wish I could take it all back because it came from a smelly and ignorant place in me, and spoke with a voice that was all rage and envy. Do not dismiss a book until you have written one, and do not dismiss a movie until you have made one, and do not dismiss a person until you have met them. It is a fuckload of work to be open-minded and generous and understanding and forgiving and accepting, but Christ, that is what matters. What matters is saying yes."
~ Dave Eggers, from an interview posted at www.armchairnews.com/freelance/eggers.html
"The thing is, I really like saying yes. I like new things, projects, plans, getting people together and doing something, trying something, even when it's corny or stupid. I am not good at saying no. And I do not get along with people who say no. When you die, and it really could be this afternoon, under the same bus wheels I'll stick my head if need be, you will not be happy about having said no. You will be kicking your ass about all the no's you've said. No to that opportunity, or no to that trip to Nova Scotia or no to that night out, or no to that project or no to that person who wants to be naked with you but you worry about what your friends will say.
No is for wimps. No is for pussies. No is to live small and embittered, cherishing the opportunities you missed because they might have sent the wrong message."
"What matters is that you do good work. What matters is that you produce things that are true and will stand. What matters is that the Flaming Lips's new album is ravishing and I've listened to it a thousand times already, sometimes for days on end, and it enriches me and makes me want to save people. What matters is that it will stand forever, long after any narrow-hearted curmudgeons have forgotten their appearance on goddamn 90210. What matters is not the perception, nor the fashion, not who's up and who's down, but what someone has done and if they meant it. What matters is that you want to see and make and do, on as grand a scale as you want, regardless of what the tiny voices of tiny people say. Do not be critics, you people, I beg you. I was a critic and I wish I could take it all back because it came from a smelly and ignorant place in me, and spoke with a voice that was all rage and envy. Do not dismiss a book until you have written one, and do not dismiss a movie until you have made one, and do not dismiss a person until you have met them. It is a fuckload of work to be open-minded and generous and understanding and forgiving and accepting, but Christ, that is what matters. What matters is saying yes."
~ Dave Eggers, from an interview posted at www.armchairnews.com/freelance/eggers.html
Spot o' gardening
My buddy Mel in Texas put these pics on her FB this morning, I thought I had to borrow them 'cause I have cactus/succlent lurve big time. Wish I'd thought to do this with the rusty Fairlane in the backyard of the old Portionvilla.
Monday, February 15, 2010
It's time to ...
~ go home
~ tidy the villa and combat the emptiness
~ let Ninja and Drewzel out into the sun
~ eat leftovers
~ make a Granny or two
~ read my nice new copy of Notebook full of crafty peeps
~ drink tea
~ pull myself outta my funk
~ embroider a little.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Happy Valentine's Day!
Happy LOVE day... last day of love countdown.
What did I say I LOVED?
>YOU
>sleep
>craft
>unconditional love
>happy mail
>friends
>architecture
>"all that you are"
>songwriters
>Drew Barrymore
>your guts
>roses
Friday, February 12, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Ideas for Rebecca?
On Sweet Bee's blog this morning, appeared this photo:
If you go read the post and offer her a suggestion as to something fabulous to use the paper for, you could win a wee prizie of the stitchy kind. Given our world of Mike's Granny a day, and my associated Blanket Malarkie, if I was the jealous kind, I'd be green with envy at her granny paper score. But being me, I'll just admire from afar... and try and remember where I put my Cath Kidston drawer liner paper, because I have a spot of my own that needs a bit of paper.
If you go read the post and offer her a suggestion as to something fabulous to use the paper for, you could win a wee prizie of the stitchy kind. Given our world of Mike's Granny a day, and my associated Blanket Malarkie, if I was the jealous kind, I'd be green with envy at her granny paper score. But being me, I'll just admire from afar... and try and remember where I put my Cath Kidston drawer liner paper, because I have a spot of my own that needs a bit of paper.
Love : day 3
LOVE sleep.
Hopefully I'll be able to get a decent night's sleep soon.
[Obviously this is not a pic of me - image source here]
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz...
Bit o' opping
As today was somewhat trying (read: no new house for me anytime soonish) I decided to hit Savers after work. Which actually was somewhat yielding... I'm outta words tonight and feeling rather exhausted, so a couple o' pics for you:
Yes, some nice vintage Pyrex, a floral tray, vase in my favourite colour and a nanna tin. And an Penguin mug for a whole 69 cents, to keep Gatsby company.
Also a kitteh pillowcase, a mat for embroidering and a doiley for an experiment:
Is that any better?
I also bought some retro panty hose, a couple of embroidery hoops and a footstool, but that's tomorrow's story...
Yes, some nice vintage Pyrex, a floral tray, vase in my favourite colour and a nanna tin. And an Penguin mug for a whole 69 cents, to keep Gatsby company.
Also a kitteh pillowcase, a mat for embroidering and a doiley for an experiment:
Is that any better?I also bought some retro panty hose, a couple of embroidery hoops and a footstool, but that's tomorrow's story...
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Hump Day crafty roundup
Yes it's hump day again. Last night I thought it was hump day and wheeled my rubbish bin up the driveway, realised it was Tuesday and wheeled it back down again. I hope the bin enjoyed the bonus outing.
Lest I dwell on what a crappy day I've had today, let's talk crafty stuff:
This past week I
~made more granny squares, including a little experimental lacy one that's up on the pinboard at the moment
~finished a pseudo tea towel that I found in the cupboard with Sublime's Krazy Kitchen pattern on it. I also found two calico bags, one bearing the Bon Voyage pattern sheet and the other with Librarians. So they're on my to-do list, just to get them out of the way and make them useable.
~got my copy of Socks From the Toe Up, briefly read same and put it down again in the "temporarily too hard basket"
~pfaffed around with a chenille throw
and
~started fixing $5 stool. Another photo 'cause the other one was a bit ordinary:
Maybe I've forgotten something...? I'll put a pic up of the embroidery when it emerges from the washing machine later.
Teary
Further to Drewzel's hunt for a new villa ~ which is rapidly becoming a saga in my own lunchbox (as opposed to a legend)...something happened last night which brought me to tears. They were happy tears though (albeit mixed with a bit of self pity) and of course house hunting related.
We all remember my wee one bedroom housie that I gave blog love to the other day...well I was MSN-ing last night to the Fella (aka Hubert Cumberdale) and he said "what about your dream house? why don't you just get that?" ...I said "what? the little one I blogged? but it's only one bedroom!" To which he replied "but it's your dream house, if you love it, try and get that one. as long as there's a space for a pullout bed for Miss C, we'll make it work. at least go and look at it."
Perhaps you may be thinking, 'oh so he told her to inspect a house, big whoop'...but that is not the point. That is not what made me cry. What made me cry was the gesture of kindness, the fact that for the first instance I can remember for a long time, someone involved closely in my life has just suggested that I try and get what I want, not compromise, be practical or do something to suit their agenda. Someone is willing to just try and make me happy. To me, that's a big thing.
PS. I may go and look at wee housie on Saturday... but I still have an odd feeling about the house I linked to yesterday. You know I'll update you.
We all remember my wee one bedroom housie that I gave blog love to the other day...well I was MSN-ing last night to the Fella (aka Hubert Cumberdale) and he said "what about your dream house? why don't you just get that?" ...I said "what? the little one I blogged? but it's only one bedroom!" To which he replied "but it's your dream house, if you love it, try and get that one. as long as there's a space for a pullout bed for Miss C, we'll make it work. at least go and look at it."
Perhaps you may be thinking, 'oh so he told her to inspect a house, big whoop'...but that is not the point. That is not what made me cry. What made me cry was the gesture of kindness, the fact that for the first instance I can remember for a long time, someone involved closely in my life has just suggested that I try and get what I want, not compromise, be practical or do something to suit their agenda. Someone is willing to just try and make me happy. To me, that's a big thing.
PS. I may go and look at wee housie on Saturday... but I still have an odd feeling about the house I linked to yesterday. You know I'll update you.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Stool WIP
Further to this post, after pulling $5 stool apart, it was in a reasonable condition so last night I covered the chair pad with calico and then tacked part of a vintage tablecloth on top to see how it looked. (Gumboot Man next door probably didn't appreciate my evening hammering, but then again, I don't appreciate his midnight stinky chop cooking fests.) So here's the progress:
Still have to buy some paint on payday and respray the legs. The question now is, does the seat need some embroidery or something, or is that over the top and hokey? Or should I try different fabric? Am I barking in the wrong bushes?
As usual, I have embroidery on the brain, but even more so since I got my copy of Embroidered Effects in the mail yesterday. I feel another stitchy project brewing.
Still have to buy some paint on payday and respray the legs. The question now is, does the seat need some embroidery or something, or is that over the top and hokey? Or should I try different fabric? Am I barking in the wrong bushes?
As usual, I have embroidery on the brain, but even more so since I got my copy of Embroidered Effects in the mail yesterday. I feel another stitchy project brewing.
Love - Day 6
I know I'm not alone in today's thing that I love ... we all love a letter, a card, a parcel, anything in our mailbox to remind us that someone's thinking of us*.
Mail LOVE.
The real love countdown is at Toni's place, go there, yay!
[image source...and a super gorgeous dog]
* banks, utility companies and the like don't count. They're thinking of our $$, not of us.
Mail LOVE.
The real love countdown is at Toni's place, go there, yay!
[image source...and a super gorgeous dog]
* banks, utility companies and the like don't count. They're thinking of our $$, not of us.
Today's vista
aka "the view inside my head".
Glad everyone loved the little house yesterday as much as me! Alas, it will remain in my dreams, as it's not a practical option... we really need at least 3 bedrooms, as we need a piano room for the Fella (to teach from) and a bedroom for Miss C (Fella's 11 year old) to commandeer when we're lucky enough to have her around. Currently this house is my favourite of the Ballarat offerings. I'm also conscious of getting a place that does NOT need renovations, because I lived for years mid reno in Portionvilla, and I am not prepared to live in mess right now or do any expensive house alterations. Plus I want central Ballarat, so the train station is easy. Oh, the Drewzel-parents (aka my mum and dad) are not at all keen of the Ballarat option, Mum expressing her disapproval by saying "But it's so cold there." Cold we can cope with Mum, ridiculous mortgages on a public servant salary ~ we can't.
One of the good things about blogging is that you can blurt all this sort of stuff out, and then go back and read it in a month and laugh...hopefully when you've sorted your woes. I like to use my blog as a sort of journal/scrapbook, and if anyone reads it, that's only a bonus for me. I know there's some out there who take blogging very seriously ...and I suppose because an internet presence is an easily available and powerful form of marketing these days. Lucky I've got nothing to market, except my malaise, and no one's buying that. I guess my point is, I'm trying to focus on the positive, because I know when I've sorted my house/work quandry I'll look back and say "Oh it wasn't that bad"...but right now, oh I'm stressing. I'm one of those people that know if I have to do something like move or buy a new car I want it done ASAP, otherwise I'll obsess about it. And right now I'm in obsessing phase. So I'll send a message out to the Universe asking it to help my have my shit sorted by the end of the month. Is that too much to ask?
One of the good things about blogging is that you can blurt all this sort of stuff out, and then go back and read it in a month and laugh...hopefully when you've sorted your woes. I like to use my blog as a sort of journal/scrapbook, and if anyone reads it, that's only a bonus for me. I know there's some out there who take blogging very seriously ...and I suppose because an internet presence is an easily available and powerful form of marketing these days. Lucky I've got nothing to market, except my malaise, and no one's buying that. I guess my point is, I'm trying to focus on the positive, because I know when I've sorted my house/work quandry I'll look back and say "Oh it wasn't that bad"...but right now, oh I'm stressing. I'm one of those people that know if I have to do something like move or buy a new car I want it done ASAP, otherwise I'll obsess about it. And right now I'm in obsessing phase. So I'll send a message out to the Universe asking it to help my have my shit sorted by the end of the month. Is that too much to ask?
P.S. Internet Explorer you suck. You make my blog template look askew. Blah. If any boffins out there know how to fix it, please let me know.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Day 7 love
In my house hunting, I found this little house in Ballarat. It's totally impractical really as it's only a one bedroom house... but I thought I'd grab the picture as it's representative of my architecture LOVE.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Yesterday afternoon
Having a bit of fun with chenille and trims. Still not 100% happy with the finished product though, it's lacking that "je ne sais quoi"...
A visit to the local antique shed yielded $5 bedroom stool, and a vintage tablecloth and magazine rack. They seemed to pass Ninja inspection. I plan to recover the stool...should I paint it too?
Love day 8
A love message from the lovely Dottie Angel.
LOVE craft.
LOVE the sentiment.
PS. this one is dedicated to the Fella, whom I also LOVE.
Love day 9
Song writer love.
There's a pillar in the temple where I carved your name
There's a soul sitting sad and blue
Now the remedies you've taken are all in vain
Let me show you what love can do
Let me show you what love can do
Darling I can't stop the rain
Or turn your black sky blue
Well let me show you what love can do
Let me show you what love can do
Well now our truth lay shattered, you stood at world's end
As the dead sun rose in view
Well if any of this matters, with a kiss my friend
Let me show you what love can do
Let me show you what love can do
Darling we can't stop this train
When it comes crashing through
But let me show you what love can do
Let me show you what love can do
When the bed you lie on is nails and rust
And the love you've given's turned to ashes and dust
When the hope you've gathered's drifted to the wind
And it's you and I my friend (you and I my friend)
You and I now friend
Here our memory lay corrupted and our city lay dry
Let me make this vow to you
Here where it's blood for blood and an eye for an eye
Let me show you what love can do
Let me show you what love can do
Here we bear the mark of Cain
We'll let the light shine through
Let me show you what love can do
Let me show you what love can do
Let me show you what love can do
Let me show you what love can do
Thursday, February 4, 2010
A granny hooray
The picture above was taken following Hurricane Tracy, but I thought it appropriate for symbolising a reflection of my headspace. Too much stuff going on in there and recent events have left it (and me) somewhat battered (metaphorically speaking of course.) I'm trying to move forward, but of late (as reflected in my bloggy mutterings) I haven't been coping well with the ups and downs of life. Worrying about trying to sort my old house is doing my head in, as is trying to find a new place to buy and live...and now work tell me today that I'll have to relocate to the city. I'm feeling a bit directionless, and I don't like this feeling of being in limbo. And I'm not even a worrier, I just tend to react and do. It's reaching dead ends every time I try and get a plan happening that's upsetting me.As I'm trying not to be a whinging old bag, let's also make a list of good things in my life at the moment:
- green light for the Peninsula Brown Owls
- super inspiring people in mah interweb world
- solidifying my relationship with the Fella
- new puppies!
- the potential of a new home
- focusing on completing craft projects
This:
Amazing how calming crocheting is, especially with nice soft yarn* in soothing tones. And then I went home and did some more squares for my blanket malarkey. Not all better now, but a bit. Hooray.Footnote: The yarn I'm using here is acrylic...does anyone else dislike the solid "crunchy" feeling of the finished granny squares using acrylic...and does it disappear with washing?
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