Blogtoberfest!

Ok, so here's the shiz. Tinnie Girl is hosting her annual Blogtoberfest starting tomorrow and since my posting has become sporadic at best over the last month I thought it might be a good time to join in and get my blog butt back on track. Iv'e had a busy month with lots to show and tell and I've also got some ideas I would love to vet with my fellow blog peeps. AND since it is also by birthday in Blogtober I thought I might host my first Curbside Style give away and share some present love (more about that on Sunday). So, I hope your with me for the ride and if you want to join in or read more about Blogtoberfest pop on over here or if you want to enter some wicked giveaways Curly Pops is doing her bit for Blogtober here.

P.S, Thanks for all your lovely comments on my last post, it was nice to share.

x

Tractors, bow's and bicylces

Sixty years ago my mothers family immigrated from the Netherlands to a farm in Caveside, Tasmania. Like many post war immigrants they were eager to show their families back home what their new life was like so my Grandfather Jacob had a neighbour shoot this short super eight film. 

Lost for the last 57 years and only recently rediscovered in a great aunt's possessions in Holland, it has finally made it's way back to my family.

I have lost count of the number of times I have watched this little film over the last week. I am mesmerised by the  moving image of my mother as a child, so familiar and so long ago. My mother passed away when I was quite young, but I still remember the many stories she told me about growing up at the base of the Western Tears (that rather formidable looking mountain range in the background). Fearless and full of adventure my mother and her sisters owned that mountain range, dotting it with cubby houses and wrapping it in beaten paths.

Visually the film is just a delight, all those red bows, dresses and that big red tractor. I wonder if they were aware that red would look extra snazzy on film? I seriously doubt it, but it is a lovely accident anyway.

CHANGE PLACES!

I feel a touch like the Mad Hatter lately, yelling Changes Places! and watching the ensuing chaos as rooms are moved around, stuff painted, kids rooms swapped and then swapped back again.
As Freddy gets older and more mobile, baby proofing is becoming increasingly difficult and it's changing the way we live in our house and use the space. We're lucky to have the luxury of space, but just because you have it doesn't always mean you use it effectively and so I am trying to find a layout that will work for both kids and adults alike.
I've found it increasingly difficult to find time to conceive and create anything other than children (and the odd drama) recently and so I'm hoping that with a little creative planning I will emerge from the reshuffle with a studio space all of my own. I will of course have to share it with the spare bed and my husbands verdant and rather eclectic collection of literature, but this is a relatively small concession for what will be a mostly dedicated art space.
To make this happen we will be moving and painting all weekend. A bit of elbow grease and a sea of paint should see the spare room/library/place to hide unfolded laundry transformed from what looks like a room at a boarding house (complete with smoke stained walls) into a hopefully fresh and bright, modern-ish boudoir for the hubby and I ..........hopefully.

Ill take some before and after shots for a bit of show and tell later on :)

but for now, Change Places!

a man walks into a bar......

I thought he would have ducked!

Ada doing her best Groucho Marx impersonation (sans cigar). 

Hope everyone is having a fabulous weekend and has been busy crafting up a storm for Fathers day!

Better late than never....right?

Ok, so I have a confession to make. I never actually finished Ada's doll house in time for her third birthday. Everything got so hectic and she got so many presents anyway it kind of got put on the back burner until I had time to complete it. Six weeks later and that day finally came. While Ada was at Creche Freddy and I got busy decorating. With bits and pieces sourced from near and afar the end result is 'eclectic' to say the least.

The crochet rugs on the floor and dinning table and the quilt on the master bed were a gift from Allana aka High Maintenance Hippy (thank peeps!). The Native American rugs on the floor in the master bedroom and living room are antique flannel patches that were included in cigarette packets. These examples are from the 1920's and honestly, will end up framed and be replaced by some old lace doilies (but they did look nice for the photos). All the furniture pieces are from ebay and various op shops and markets. There are still a few jobs to do, like install a bath and hang some curtains and pictures on the walls but that will likley take another six weeks so don't hold your breath.

And what did Miss Ada think? 'Ooh how lovely, a present for mieeeeeeeeeeeee!'

for more creative space pop over to kootoyoo.

Publish Post

SPRING!

Yippeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!