My New Project…

Is daunting & scary & going to take a while… a long while…

The Loft isn’t working. All my sewing/crafty/painty stuff is up here (as is the computer, which I think has been contributing to my lack of blogging enthusiasm of late) but I never, NEVER use it. I can’t.

I am very, very rarely without a Punk to look after, which means if I want to sew she has to come up too – and make a hell of a mess & play with dangerous things like pins & needles, OR be left down stairs to her own devices which is actually infinately worse.

By the time she is in bed I don’t feel very creative or productive at all & just want to veg in front of the heater… so something must be done, and that something is to try to turn a rather un-kid-friendly, grotty space into half playroom half sewing room – this sort of arrangement worked well at our other house – Punk could play & I could keep an eye on her while making – but geez, it’s going to take a tonne of work to get this sorted nicely – and I have bubba #2’s room to do too yet…

Wish me luck!

My Slightly Late Creative Space.

I have a headache & am feeling blah, but just wanted to quickly share where I am up to on my new knitting project;

And what my Gran has been up to in HER creative space… The dirty show-off.

More here.

I actually… finished something… knitted….

Ummmmmm…. wow.

At the grand old age of 28, this is my first ever real knitted anything that wasn’t abandoned half way through, messed up entirely or a scarf.

I know the colour is… questionable, but to be honest, I didn’t actually think I would finish (don’t you just love that cheesy grin? That’s what you get when you say “SMILE!”)…

I love that I am equally clueless about knitting AND crochet, meaning I can turn to the other when one is giving me a headache – and I can add stuff like a cute crochet rose to a garishly coloured knitted vest.

The pattern is from a ye olde opshop knitting pamphlet… I didn’t measure Punk or anything so I just totally guessed which size & hoped for the best. I am so chuffed, it hurts.

To Market, To Market…

I had been looking forward to a wee little market a little bit out of town all week – it sounded like just my bag, you see, unlike our local market, so yesterday I set off, funky Punky in tow, and had a lovely time…

It was exactly what I’d hoped for, a friendly little eclectic market with friendly eclectic people. Miss Punk made some instant friends & spent an age jump, jump, jumping about on the air castle. (Side note; do you know, that here, in Victoria, the locals say “Cassel”? I find this as fascinating as I do irritating…)

Aren’t these art dolls just beautiful? Punky picked out the one with the flower, but as we were leaving I rushed back to get the gorgeous pair, I would have regretted it if I hadn’t. Love. LOVE! They are now happily situated on what is fast becoming ‘the handmade goodness’ side of Punk’s mantle.

Was your weekend all woohoo & yeahaw too? I hope so!

Stuff, baby.

Oh how I love thee! So much so that I am always more than a little suspicious of those who don’t love you so much, or don’t have so much… how do they get their addictive flashes of nostalgia, or that warm fuzzy feeling that only a cute birdie egg cup can give…?!

My favourite & my best find this week came in the form of a GORGEOUS, DEVINE, ABSOLOUTELY AMAZING, vintage Virgo coat, picked up at an oppy after Gymbaroo for a ridiculous $3. Yep. $3. Even The Boy was impressed with this find. It’s a wee bit too small for my ginormous & ever growing girth, but I am keeping it out, on display almost, as my ‘after bubba goal coat’…. waaaaaaaaaaaaaay after…

Even though there were heaps upon heaps of garage sales yesterday I didn’t hold out a whole lot of hope – I felt I’d had my glorious find of the week & none of the gazillions of listed garage sales sounded all that great to me on paper, so we went, The Punk and I, but grudgingly, and shivering as it was DAMN COLD yesterday morning…!

Just as I suspected, there wasn’t much of anything, although Punky managed to find herself a little sumpin sumpin at virtually every stop.

But then.

There was this;

And these;

Bringing my stuff quota up for the week & making me marvellously happy.

For more Flea market finds visit the ever lovely Miss Sophie… I know I will!

Enough!

Surely I’m not the only one…? Now I’m not saying that sailing about solo for 7 months in dangerous seas at 16 is not an achievement, nor am I saying I wish she hadn’t succeeded, but what I am saying is I could really care less & I am sick of seeing the bloody pink boat everywhere & hearing her name & hearing other people’s views on her & yadda yadda yadda yadda… Is it too much to ask for real news now? (Thank the Gods for SBS…)

Now or never.

…that is, if I don’t show you these awesome blocks I got at the oppy the week before last I never bloody will. I didn’t share straight away because I had to take pictures of all the different sides…

$2.

The best blocks I have EVER SEEN (and they’re MINE. Not Punk’s, oh no. MINE!).