Wednesday, August 27, 2014
I have lived here in this city in the country now for six months. people laughed when i moved here and said it was the end of the world .So forever in my heart Goulburn remains worlds end and i love it.Yes even the cold winter which is over next week. i have always been a country girl at heart i don't like big cities they don't feel real to me.I loved the blue mountains and still do but for now i am happy here in Australia's first inland city that is really a big country town, I love the wide wide street and the not so hurry hurry attitude,i love the fact there's only one train to Canberra and you get your ticket from the man at the counter not a machine. i love the fact a fire is roaring in the railway waiting room,i love that when i am a bit low i can just drive the town and find the sweetest little houses and huge mansions that make me smile, Since the first night in my crooked dear little cottage i have felt at home and at peace and that my friends is why i love worlds end.
Monday, August 11, 2014
is a tiny town and i am thinking that many collectors live there too.
Old houses and two churches a pub of course this is Australia.we are talking about. i love these little country towns,,
Sunday, June 15, 2014
Monday, June 2, 2014
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
|How could i not love her-she pulls my hand and tugs my heart !|
|She is like a little sprite so smart so sweet.|
|So full of light and life and love.Sophia_Rose you are my heart.|
|And curls oh a Grand daughter is a special thing especially after four sons.|
Its my father's Birthday today but there are no phones In heaven so i just hope he gets some Angel Cake.I never cried today instead i thought of you my dad as i often do.I know now that people die but love never goes away.Happy birthday to a grand man who i was fortunate enough to call my Dad.
I have been a tad slack in the blogging department this year,i have been pinteresting and reading and crafting and it has taken a back seat,A lot of blogs i love have closed i suppose its times changing etc but i love to blog and every few years i print it so i have some albums of memories.This year i have missed a few important events that need to be blogged and remembered so here they are,
|Son number two Timothy turned 30 this year Wasn't he the cutest thing,|
|Sons number 1 and 3 Matthew and Joel took a motorbike course together and both got bikes sheesh that's 3 of 4 sons on bikes to worry about !|
|Way back in June god daughter Maddie had an open day at Dance|
|I love to watch her she is the perfect ballerina|
|And yes Maddie i love you to the MOON and back even.|
I don't know perhaps im to blame you see i am a collector and so is my cat.Ever since she was no bigger than a toy she has stolen, hoarded and collected things.Once a whole strand of crystals from my chandelier lamp never found one day we shall move and probably find them somewhere strange.Mainly its tiny eggs stolen from my craft supply or tops the plastic caps from children's drinks etc are her all time favourite thing. Sometimes she carries them in her mouth and puts them in her toy box so she wont lose them, other times she will put them in the sliding door track and roll them along.The other day Alex dropped something and it rolled under the fridge on his hands and knees looking for it he was astounded to find yet another hoard.It was so funny as Poppy was so excited to see her treasures again.
what happens when I'm on asthma steroids and cannot sleep i craft like a whirling dervish through the long night hours.I have made so many swaps lately for facebook craft groups and swapbot that i am amazed.Here are some of my swaps the facebook ones are near;y all ones where you must make 9 or 1o Atc cards or Tags and then you get all different ones back and you always keep one for yourself.
|These pumpkin atc cards have a disc you turn to change his eyes .|
|Heart tags that have smaller tags tucked into a pocket|
|Twinchies are 2 inches by two inches these have mica flake Santa beards and a pocket label back.|
Well Happy Day for me yesterday when i ducked into my favourite Op shop (ok ok they are all my favourite how can you choose between children or Op shops) . October i have come to know is the start of the great Christmas Op shop hunt, Every year bags of decorations get put out the good the bad the down right revolting. Usually each bag contains a bit of all.Yesterday on my first hunt of the season i scored these, a few are new most are vintage and very heavy and i sang all the way home.With me it has to be vintage and after having a family of four sons you do wonder how any ornaments outlast several childhoods.Anyway its an auspicious start to the hunting season and i haven't been this excited since i found a gang of chenille Santa's in the same shop two years ago.Anyway good luck to those on the hunt for vintage as long as you stay away from my shop.
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
|Just a believe tag i made using an old measuring tape the tag is huge,|
|Apron cards i made using vintage card pics off pinterest|
|Sneak peak at this years Christmas cards im working on ,|
|Vintage themed atc for a swap|
|Moon with face themed atc love how the glossy accents pop the silhouettes||,|
My Dearest Dad as always on the first day of spring my thoughts will be always and forever with you, So dramatic dad to fly free from this earth on the first day of spring, This year it also fell on fathers day.I guess now i know love does go on for i shall never stop missing you. i no longer cry as much and sometimes when i do its from good thoughts of you. I see you in my sons in their stubbornness ,In Tim's Fishing and love of motorbikes. In Matts inventiveness the way he plans a project and sees it through from idea to creation, In Alex's walk in his love of gemstones and in Joels sense of humor .So i know you are not truly gone,I miss your voice the way you mispronounced words and called me by my sisters name,I miss your stories of when you were young and life was harder than hard.I miss your yodeling and the way you fixed things for me.You were quite a man to leave the hole you did,If my sons ever love me half as much as you were loved i will be a lucky mother. So dad in heaven i see the new buds all around and the little birds singing and i know you are around Happy Fathers dad my sweet old dad i love you more than i can say xx
Happy fathers day to my son Tim also who has become such a great dad i am so proud of him,
|THE LEGENDARY GRANDY'S CHAIR|
Friday, July 5, 2013
A stately pleasure dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
With walls and towers were girdled round:
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
But Oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy as enchanted
As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A might fountain momently was forced:
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail:
And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:
And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war!
The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!
A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight 'twould win me,
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard would see them there,
And all who should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Friday, March 29, 2013
I always wanted on of them musical birdcages with the singing bird inside.A few months ago i found one in the Op shop for four dollars .(since then its been tripped over set aside and hidden under my bed).I was waiting for the right time to transform it and complete the ugly ducking to swan transition . Who knew that time would be at 2 am this morning when i lay away alone in the flat.But there you go that's life and art.It was fiddly and im not at all happy with the bird but its the only one i had and much better than the dead looking one that was in there,When i found it it looked much worse than the pictures show.A seventies nightmare in floral yuk I am sure we had wallpaper like that ugh and orange not my favourite colour,So now its done,I adore that paper i did the drawer on- its by Kaiser and has little file drawers all over it.had to 3d one so it looked open a crack with things hanging out.
|these pictures do not convey the creepiness factor hehe|
|and yes that's fuzzy orange and plastic flowers|
|Ahh thats better|
|side view with Tag attached|
|Loving this Kaiser paper Im going to get more,|