Growing.

I hope you all know by now that green is the new black; it’s probably easier these days to recite a list of friends who aren’t growing something edible in their yard or on their balcony than a list of those who are, & I think that is just so great.

We’re getting back to the natural of order of things, connecting with the earth & where our food really comes from.

This is our potato harvest. It’s about 20 kilos… I think I’ll be rationing the spuds from here on in…!

Another thing that’s growing almost all on it’s own is my wall display of random thrifted goodness. I didn’t intend for it to get any bigger when I started with two frames & two plates, but it’s happening anyway.

I found this wonderful little guy fishing yesterday for $1 at the one opshop that was open. From the frame & the picture all I can deduct is “old”; any idea of the era, vintage expert types?

I wonder what the next addition will be…

Self-shelving.

More from my bedroom – God I love it in there now, I spent an hour or so reading in there yesterday afternoon after The Boy got home to occupy Le Punk & it was so nice for a change; it has been the case in the past that I avoided the room except to fall exhausted into bed at night, I kept the door shut even, so I wouldn’t have to look in there!

While mucking about in there on the weekend, I decided I needed shelves. I didn’t have any shelves though, and I am impatient, so when I found my red flip clock from Typo still in it’s box, and another box from one of the mugs I bought when I was there last, one of those cartoon light bulbs popped up over my head.

 

More shocking news – The Boy loves this too! And not in the “Yeah, it looks okay” kind of way, but in the “Oh. That looks pretty good!” kind of way. WIN. (Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd, a trip to Typo is in my imminent future…. excited much?!)

Hitting the wall.

Today’s ‘Flea Market Find’ (I see Sophie is too busy to play this week, but that isn't going to stop me...) is not new, just something I finally got around to using! Ages ago I got a massive stack of old Woman’s Weekly romance novels; I thought they would be good collaged on one of my ugly opped cupboards, but last week I painted those… so….

I have been fighting with our room since we moved to Le Cottage. It is small. It is dark. Apart from the hall, it is the only room that isn’t plastered, so you can see the boards. It doesn’t even have the redeeming feature of a beautiful high ceiling like Punk’s room, because the loft is built above it.

I had been trying to make it somehow look bigger, brighter, and that is where I was going wrong. Last week, like I said, I painted the cupboards. The intention was to make them both a nice, solid, glossy white, but after one coat I stopped, liking the shabby chic (or more like shabby shabby) look that one dodgy coat bought. Making the room seem bigger is, I think, an impossible task. Not only is the re-built ceiling too low, it is entirely brown wood!

Yesterday it dawned on me. If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. I had to work with what I had. A small, dark, room. What do real-estate agents say of small, dark rooms? That they’re ‘cosy’.

Bingo.

So that revelation lead to my evening’s labour – haphazardly sticking sheets of ripped up old heart-racers behind the bed.

I love it. Oh, and The Boy actually likes it too – I am shocked & awed.

So good to be back in the meme swing, even if I'm all by myself! Go see Soph for more Flea Market Finds from weeks gone by, and bookmark her blog for next time.

Deck The Walls…

There’s nothing like a spot of decorating with opshop treasures old & new to lift one’s spirits.

 

Sick of having to ring the “…at the third stroke, the time will be…” guy when I was in the lounge room, I upped the number of clocks in there from 0 to 2.

My favourite find for this week, unearthed on a quick trip to The Salvos while The Boy was at the dentist;

 

I’ve had these frames & the pencil hanger for ages – oppy finds of course – I KNEW they would be awesome together. Pictures are from an old Golden Book, ‘I Can Fly’.

For a little more vintage eye candy for your Sunday, Sophie will have the goods…