1. Four months ago we undertook our own 'tree change'. Literally, we moved house and swapped a large Manna Gum for a large Box Elder. We laugh about that fact, but in truth we've moved to an older house in a neighbouring suburb, swapping swanky neighbours (Ed. swanky housing, the neighbours were and are lovely!) for proximity to parkland and schools, and ditching the mortgage in the meantime. The result is the sort of downshift that you usually associate with a tree-/sea-change (including drop in work hours - the Cyclist's at home with the kids whilst I work two part time jobs), except that we're still cycling distance to the city, walking distance to the Yarra Trail, and in the same circle of friends and businesses. No downside from our point of view.
2. We felt more at home in one week at our 'new' 1950s house than in one year at our 'old' (and at the time brand new built-for-us) noughties house. It was lovely, and the setting was fantastic, but somehow the 'fit' wasn't quite right.
3. There's nothing better than a bit of demolition. We're not exactly serial renovators, but we've done our share, and there's nothing like knocking out a bathroom/kitchen/etc. to make you feel like you're making progress. This afternoon it was the eldest's built in bed, which had been in place since 1974 and contained the dust, lint, and lost paraphernalia to prove it. As you can see, the anticipation of demolition's nearly as much fun as the actually carrying it out.
4. When I think of my maternal Grandma I always picture her wearing a particular teal dress and jacket suit with 3/4 sleeves. I think it must be the outfit she wore to my mum and dad's wedding, as I can't find a picture of her the particular dress and jacket combo I can so clearly picture, and it was definitely a special occasion outfit. Grandma Ede was the one who first taught me to sew, and the source of my ancient Singer.
Anyway, I was at Lincraft yesterday looking for some stretch fabric for some pants to go with this top when I came across this fabric which just fits the bill. There is just enough for the pants I'm planning. I love it, and as an added bonus I know I'm going to think of her every time I wear them. Just better do a good job on the making and fitting front!
5. The Cyclist and I call hot air balloons holograms. We had tickets once. We booked a total of fifteen times in 18 months, and fifteen times the weather was too 'iffy' and all balloon flights were grounded. That's fifteen times of having the parents/in-laws stay the night so that they'd be around for the kids on the morning of the anticipated flight. In the end we decided that we simply weren't meant to go, and gave the tickets away. One morning during the week I saw eight holograms over our house when I got up to walk the dog. I still like looking at them, but the longing I had to go for a flight has passed, for the time being at least.
6. I'm hanging out to do some gardening. Its been so hot this summer, and I haven't gotten to planning what I want to do in the garden yet, so I haven't made the effort to turn even one sod of soil. It's nearly driving me batty though, and this morning's rain has me thinking that maybe the ground will soften up a little soon...
7. I can't keep my eyes of hard rubbish piles. The Cyclist says that pilfering off the piles is against the law. My law-abiding self isn't as strong as my thrifting-self though (blame it on Grandma Ede's Scottish influence), and I'm always on the look out for the perfect thing on the side of the road for my next project.
8. I'll try my hand at anything. Over summer the eldest and I made a cargo net to hang in the tree instead of hammering into it to make a cubby house.
9. A big part of why I blog is just to be part of a crafting community. I loved My Creative Space, over at kootoyoo and the friendly, supportive nature of the people who contributed. I've run out of steam a bit in the last 12 months. Packing and selling and moving and working full time plus and still parenting and partnering will do that to you I guess. I'm not sure that there's anyone out there reading, but if I can contribute to the community that I've found so supportive, and if in doing so I happen to notice that I do manage to fit some creativity in amongst all that, then I guess blogging is worth it.
10. I take all my photos on my phone. I know that I'd get better shots if I got out the camera and charged it, and that I'd get even better ones if I bought a new camera and took some time to set things up right. It also means that there's not likely to be any photos of me on the blog for some time to come, so you'll never get to see if anything I've made actually does look any good on. Sorry about that.
So that's me. How about you?