Rock and/or roll.

Yesterday there was an absolute plethora of Garage Sales around these parts and Miss Punk and I took full advantage.

It was more of a “Garage Sale Gifts” day, though, as opposed to a “Lots of goodies for Vic” day… having said that I did get a whole bunch of sewing patterns for $4, and, all for under $50; talking family guy figures for my aunt, a frikkin POOL TABLE for the boy, toys, clothes, an Alice in Wonderland DVD and (my favourite) some FANTASTIC pictures for The Punk.

I had actually admired one of these pictures on someone’s blog a while back, and when I saw them on the table yesterday I was thrilled – and they looked even better in person. The lady told Punky that she had them in her room when she was a little girl (and she still had them… isn’t that great?!). A whole $5 was shelled out for the lot, and they’re already pride of place above Punkster’s mantle-piece.

For more flea market finds, you know where to go….

My Creative Space…

Having forgotten my decision to post MCS “the night before”, I am madly scrambling to do it now, before we head off only to return in the late afternoon when I, well, just can’t be assed.

Just a *teensy* bit excited to join in with Kirsty’s meme today… I’ve been doing lots of something I don’t normally do, snuggled up in front of the heater. Actually… two somethings I don’t normally do… and CURSING myself for not buying some of the lurvly yarn I fondled at Stitches & Craft… the only yarn I have being a mismatched hodgepodge from the oppy…

I have been… knitting!

A scarf! It’s all rolled up at the sides – according to my Gran, aka “The knitting sage”, if I’d knitted the first & last five stitches of each purl row that would nae have happened, but as I didn’t know that until the scarf was a considerable length already, I’m hoping an iron and/or a wash will sort it out when I’m done. I also learned from The Sage that what I thought was purling was actually some kind of weird ass backwards knitting, so we got that sorted out once and for all…

I have also been…. crocheting!

…and, enjoying it… for a change. Finally I’ve figured out how to (kinda sorta) understand bits of my crochet book & learned how to keep my circles flat… AND, how to make flowers. And roses. I am ridiculously, in proportionately proud of my roses… even if on the bigger one I ran out of yarn… I just can’t believe that;

a) I made that and

b) I made it with CROCHET.

It is, I think, a miracle.

Hungry Like The Wolf.

Little Red Riding Hood inspired pictures for your Wednesday morning, I’ve been a little preoccupied with fairytales lately…

 

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Happy (belated) Mother’s Day…

Ah Sweet Things, long time – no post!

I hope all the Mummies among you had a lovely Mother’s Day, if you are into that sort of thing.

My day started with The Punk crawling into bed with me… and stinking to high heaven. Further investigation revealed – put down your pastries for a moment if you are having morning tea – poop everywhere. EVERYWHERE. Up her back, all over her PJs and… in. Her. Hair.

Don’t ask me how – I honestly could not tell you. So off we went for an early morning shower/bath, and as I was scrubbing of a bunch of stinky stink down the drain it suddenly dawned on me that it was Mother’s Day and I LAUGHED. I laughed like someone that really had no business laughing, and smiled and loved Miss Punk and realised that this IS Mother’s Day, really. Just another day, where you… well… mother.

Breakfast in bed was never going to happen, not unless I wanted a tub of butter & a jar of Dijon mustard (artfully placed IN the butter mind you), but a leisurely brekkie of jam toast for all was just the ticket.

Later I was lucky enough to receive, from The Boy, as was my visiting Mother-In-Law, a block of chocolate (a special deal for two, I believe, at the supermarket…). I have yet to taste a piece, but The Boy and The Punk seem to think it’s quite alright.

Happy Belated Mother’s Day again, especially to my own Mummy, to whom I did nae even send a half-eaten block of chocolate… but I don’t think she really minds. She’s my Mum.

xo

Fun, fun, fun!

Oh I had such a blast in Melbourne these last couple of days – but I’m glad to be home with my wee little Punk now.

 

My trip consisted of discovering a new favourite store, meeting some lurvly bloggers, seeing an awesome live show, stocking up on Dr Pepper & so much more.

Miss Jess is ever so much braver than she claims to be, moseying up to never-met bloggers & introducing herself, while I lurked uncomfortably in the background, Nic is satisfyingly tall (like me) and ridiculously nice (you really should have that seen to hon), Liesl was an unexpected surprise & a wealth of knowledge, Jodie is….. well. I don’t know what to say about her… ‘employee of the week’ comes to mind, or provider of chocolaty goodness… and Kate is famous. Truly (I think she might even be, officially, some sort of accessory to murder… but I’ll let her tell you about that… if she’s game…).

The actual Stitches & Craft show, for me, was a bit disappointing – so many underwhelming Nanna crafts when you first walk in puts a bit of a dampener on things, but upstairs is like another world, devoid of weird crystal embedded quilted animal pictures, and much more interesting. I was thinking last night on the way home that I might not go next year – then I realised that I would have an 7 month old and would doubtless be staying home anyway… which made me want to go again.

The definite pluses of the show where meeting all those lovely ladies & a quick stop at a nearby oppy where I picked up a three little pigs cup & a raw silk beanie, the definite minuses were the changed venue and the fact that, despite hanging around like bad smells & being three of the only five customers left in the place, Kate, Jess & I missed out on winning any ‘Craft Happy Hour’ prizes – as crappy as they may have been.

I am so very happy with all the goodies I hauled home though, a monster from Jodie, a gorgeous red tea towel from Nic, a sweet bearded bloke gifted from Jess, cups for all from Typo & a wicked red flip clock, a gazillion gifties for the wee Punk & the afore mentioned store of Dr Pepper.

As always, the story of my trip can be told with all the extra stuff I have now (which is just as well, because I kinda sorta forgot I had my camera – bad blogger – and only have it to take photos of now…)… ah stuff. How I love thee….

EXCITED!

I am!

Very!

Tomorrow I am getting up early, kissing Miss Punk goodbye & catching a train to Melbourne, where I intend to faff about all day, eating sushi, visiting ‘bread top’, getting pleasantly & wondrously lost in IKEA & scoping out some urban oppies, before heading off to see this grand show, with this dear girl.

AND THEN…

I will be sleeping a restless “How is my Punk going at home without her Mummy?!” sleep in a moderately priced hotel, trudging off to find a nice big coffee & then on to Stitches & Craft for a day of crafty goodness.

Oh.

Yes!

Kate (will you just go & look at the pretty dress she made? This woman puts us all to shame with her productivity, I tell you..) will be there, you know, and Jess again, and Nic, just to mention a few… are you going too, perhaps? Keep an eye out then, on Kate’s blog, just in case she decides to meet you all for a spot of lunch or some such – I might have to check it from some dingy room on a computer with a sticky keyboard & pay $3 for the pleasure – I’d tell you I’d meet you there too, I would, but I’m not entirely sure where ‘there’ is.

Do say Hi, if you see me, and you want to; I can assure you, like a spider (well… so they say… I don’t quite believe it…) I will be more scared of you than you could ever be of me…

Phone home.

It’s a sad state of affairs when you are all revved up to go garage sailing but the local paper informs you that “Sorry, there’s only one on; and it’s going to be picked bare before you even get there because, well, there’s only one on.”

It only adds to the sad state of things when you finally make it to some second hand dealers the next town over, because your MIL is visiting & not adverse to that sort of thing, and two of the four have decided to take the day off.

It’s all you can do not to chuck a big girlie tantrum when, by chance, turning into a street you normally have no reason to go down (you’re only going that way because the bakery didn’t have the bread you wanted), you spot the tell-tale balloons & hand drawn sign…

Fate. Naturally.

My mind is abuzz with the possibilities this wee set up could have – I could string the phone cord between our room & Miss Punk’s – I could ring her when I hear her up to no good & tell her to get back into bed. I could get her to bring me a mandarin (sounds like an odd choice, but it’s the only thing she can reach…) or run in for an extra good night kiss.

$5 well spent… even if they don’t work, they’re so darn purty.

Head to Sophie’s for more fateful finds…