I am so sleepy..
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Saturday, April 25, 2009
What a treasure to find on a sunny Saturday afternoon. I wonder what it all means.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
5 Hole Pencil Sharpener
Library Birthday Card
Chalk & Chalkboard
from cute store Present & Correct.
I have the 3 o'clock crankies. Grrr...
Not much is going right and this is one of those rare occasions when a cup of tea just doesn't help. I turned to read some favourite bogs to escape miss cranky pants (um, me,) and what I found has cheered me up somewhat:
feelin stitchy has posted my 'this is how I roll' sushi embroidery on their awesome blog that inspires me so often. It's awesome to find myself amongst the work there.
And Rebecca at Blinking Flights liked my 'reclaim your brain' embroidery pattern so much she popped it on her lovely blog and has plans to make it!
Miss Cranky Pants has left for the day, Miss Sweet Grin is grateful for the opportunites and friends found and can't wait to get home to do what she loves!
is catching up
on things left behind.
Projects piled up ceiling high
sometimes just make me
grin, and sigh.
I don’t mind the calls I have to make
or icing chocolate cakes
running out of milk or bread,
leaving things I know
I like finishing a good read
and poking holes for planting seeds
but the catching up I like the most
Is you and me,
and tea and toast.
I'm tempted to put this one with the bad high school poetry I posted a while back. Although I just penned it quickly in my lunch break and not while filled with teenage angst, it's about the same calibre! Oh well.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Doing it with craft and style. I love it.
Read the full article here
Thanks R, for sharing this story!
Another nice thing, very nice indeed, I won a giveaway from GeorgieLove hosted by PottyMouthMama! Yippeeeeeee! Thanks!
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
When I was a kid I collected stamps. Seriously. I had two books, one for international and one for Australian stamps, and a little magnifying glass and everything. You can take the girl away from the stamps but you can't take the nerd outta the girl.
I'm lovin' Pip's words and pictures themes. I'm gonna go have a bit of a stroll and see what everyone else collects!
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
And tonight it rumbled and growled and now rains heavy drops that fall through the dark, bounce through the flyscreen and pool on the floor.
Artists chosen will be featured in a book that will accompany the show and will be available online and at Art Whino Gallery.
What emotions are we looking for? acceptance, affection, anger, annoyance, anticipation, apathy, anxiety, awe, boredom, compassion, contempt, curiosity, depression, desire, disappointment, disgust, ecstasy, empathy, envy, embarrassment, euphoria, fear, frustration, gratitude, grief, guilt, happiness, hatred, hope, horror, hostility, hysteria, interest, jealousy, joy, loathing, love, pity, pride, rage, regret, remorse, sadness, shame, suffering, surprise, wonder or worry.just to start.
I'm going to go and have a cup of tea and a ponder with a sketch book..
Monday, April 13, 2009
This song never fails to cheer me up and always makes me dance my pants off! Go on, try it! I challenge you to listen to it without shakin booty. Impossible (especially in that drum solo).
(and I know it's monday. but its a holiday, so lets pretend it's sunday.)
If you're always trying to get to the top You don't get to the bottom of nothing Then you're gone before you know it You'd better stop (stop) Learn a little giving and loving It's been done before C'mon, do it again 'coz if it's good Then you should share it round What's the use of keeping All the good things that you've found to yourself? Learn a little, learn a little, learn a little giving Learn a little, learn a little, learn a little giving and loving
You don't gotta keep no other man down For you to get up There's no need to worry Just don't give away your self-respect'coz if it's all you've got left The rest don't really matter now anyway honey But give away love (give it) And give it for free No strings attached Just don't ask for it back Learn a little, learn a little, learn a little giving Learn a little, learn a little, learn a little giving and stop Giving Learn a little giving It's been done before C'mon do it again Learn a little, learn a little, learn a little giving and loving
Sunday, April 12, 2009
I made my own book with a blue Volkswagen stitched on the front. 'Cause if my body IS a car, I would like it to be a quirky, cute, independent, striking and comfortable love-bug. (but not inspired at request of a murderous dictator. not that part.)
and yes, that is a embroidery hoop crease you see, not ironed out. Damn impatience.
It's very pretty, and much easier than I thought. The inside is lined with brown paper, and I just stitched around all the edges using my sewing machine (popped in a ribbon for a bookmark first), then stitched in some paper.
And just to show you the back. I really liked it, seemed a shame to cover it up.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
It felt a little strange leaving him there and walking away, guess you get a little attached to the things you make. I do hope he's OK (and it doesn't rain!)
Friday, April 10, 2009
Goodness me I am so excited this morning I don't quite know what to do with myself. Four days stretch before me in which to follow my whims and fancies. So much time, so many things I want to do.make.read.plant.sew.draw.
I want to draw some more embroidery patterns
I would like to make a teacup pin cushion like this one
I would like to put on robots and make my house sparkly and fresh
I want to write some letters and maybe join up for a swap
I would like to plant some seedlings and look after my lemon tree
I would like to have a go and making my own notebook like this gorgeous one
I would like to read some of the stack of library books on my bed
And that's just today.
I've been up early (thank you, daylight savings), and have been wandering through lovely blogs, making pancakes and drinking tea. Now what shall I do first?
Happy Easter Everyone!
If you'd like to download a printable easter card from the lovely bunny picture above, I found it here.)
Thursday, April 9, 2009
If you had to choose, would you rather be slightly too hot or slightly too cold?
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Monday, April 6, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
It was tough picking a song, I like so many, and different genres, I couldn't decide. Old, new, hard, fast, heavy, light. In the end I chose this one, next week I might go for something completely different..
I found this song in a compilation, a song by someone I'd never heard of, on soundtrack to a movie I've never seen. Actually, I don't even know how the cd came to be in my possession. As soon as I heard it I loved it, it has a raw thread in it that I like. I've posted song below as well if you'd like to hear it (I recommend)..
Anything at All
I can tell by the tone of your voice,
that this Isn't working out
I can tell by the look in your eyes,
you've made up your mind you haven't got a doubt
I remember when I first saw you,
remember the way I felt
and now your breaking me to pieces,
I don't know how I'll deal with this
but If I...
learned anything at all
it was to always be true to yourself and
I know that this isn't the end of it all
and I will fall...
Have you ever watched the shadows,
fly across the midnight sky
you know I used to watch the sunset,
but it seems that I haven't got the time anymore
but if I....
learned anything at all it was to
always be true to yourself and I
know that this is what I can do and
I'm gonna' try...
been thinking for days,
been sleepless for nights
but it all came to me,
driving home crying my eyes out
and if I...
learned anything at all it was to
never give up
cause I see all my dreams laid out in front of me
and for once it doesn't seem so tough
no, it doesn't seem so tough....
So, first, there is the overwhelming relief when the key scrapes into the silver lock. Once the key is forced, stiffly, to just the right angle, the door swings open and hot burnt-cinnamon laced air is sucked inside. I close it hurriedly without shutting out Six.
That’s the second. Six will run to the door, her fat belly swaying underneath with each paw brought forward and her tail straight up in the air. Hungry again, fat cat. The dark lines around her eyes inquire. Once the door is safely closed and fur is weaving about my ankles, the hot air disperses and the cool smell of home soaks into me.
That is the third, and my favorite. There is nothing like the smell of your own home, and each house is different. There isn’t a sharp smell, like I imagine an artists’ house to have a tang of turpentine, or a taxidermists a flavor of formaldehyde. I don’t live near the sea, so there’s no scent of salt water, nor the dirt and vegemite smell of children. The smell of my house is subtle and mixed, like the soft dent in the couch filled with different color cat hair, or the grill that still holds the remnants of grilled cheese.
Some days someone in the bakery across the street doesn’t wash the trays properly before biscuit shapes are laid across them and submit to the huge ovens, and the blackened crispy smells drift and invade the street. Sometimes the greenie neighbours fertilize their garden with squished fish water and cow poo, and that seeps through the fence.
Most of the time though, when I lean against the cool wall inside the door, the smells that greet me are dust, bricks, lavender washing powder and mangoes.
Take a squiz at her blog, she likes to do lovely crafty things and likes to drink ridiculous amounts of tea, just like me! I'd like to add her to my list too, but not sure if that'd stuff up the cycle- just take my word for it.