featured on etsy

My good friend Cath, from My Bearded Pigeon and Chunky Chooky fame, maker of gorgeous cushions and many other wonders, is featured seller on Etsy this weekend!!!!

Check out her sweet interview here.

So proud of her!

afternoon tea

While preparing afternoon tea the other day I happened to notice how each of our cups seemed to embody our personalities. :)

mullet skirts WTF

I was all reved-up and set to do a "WTF is the deal with those mullet skirts!!!?" post...



But then when I set of in search for some accompanying images I found a few that kinda pull it off.



Now I'm conflicted. Very conflicted...

Thoughts?

a little bit knitty

While I'm distracted trying to work out why half my baby's face turned red and puffed up on the weekend* (giving me a heart attack in the process I might add), I thought I'd fill this void with some lovelies from talented stylish ETSYites.

Here you go, enjoy:




*NOTE: I crammed him into the car and raced him to the afterhours clinic, watching more of his face blow-up on the way... of course by the time I got there he'd returned to normal colour and shape and was giggling happily, needless to say the doctor couldn't see anything wrong!!!!
It had been a few hours since he ate anything, we were inside playing at the time... any ideas?

busted

Early this morning, while my family slept, I spontaneously jumped in the pool for a swim. It was great! I cannot tell you the last time I swam, usually I'm hanging onto Millipede, swoooshing him around in the water. But this time I had free hands to do with as I pleased.

After a few laps and a bit of a float, the excitement of the "me-time" got the better of me and I started to muck about. I won't be confessing to the embarrassing details, but basically I got a bit too gleeful and silly and, well, completely carried away... and I crashed!!!

Now I'm sporting a busted top lip:

1. Half my lip has swollen huge, like I've chickened out of one of those Hollywood pouty duck-mouth jobs, after only one shot of the silicon.

2. I have a cut which looks like a giant cold sore.

3. And a bruise which will be mistaken all week for a hefty moustache.


Whoooot-wooo, pretty.



(Despite the disfigurement, I still had a great morning.)

good things

10 good things. (inspired by a little bird) :

1. I have managed to cross so many things off my to-do list, that right now I am sitting on the internet, sipping tea, without feelings of guilt or underlying stress. Ahhh :)
2. I can hear cheerful birds outside
3. The cup of tea I'm sipping was brought to me by my thoughtful man
4. My baby is sleeping (right now at least)
5. My Dad and his family stayed over last night, and the big Christmassy roast dinner we made was really yummy
6. The sun just came out after a rainy morning
7. That there are still so many of the little tiny fruit cakes, that my mother in law baked, still left over waiting for me to eat
8. While our back yard has been irreversibly changed, our front yard is looking nicer and nicer
9. I love Christmas time
10. There are presents :)

Merry Christmas. Hope you enjoy laughing with your families, and eating food in ways you shouldn't normally. .xx.

our tree. our gorgeously giant tree.

Today I found a feather from one of the three cute chubby tawny owls that have been hanging out in our gorgeously giant tree.

Last week Mr You discovered a nest cradling baby birds in our gorgeously giant tree.

Normally this would delight me. But right now it mortifies me. Why?

Because tomorrow we have to have our beloved gorgeous giant tree cut down. Sob.



One recent stormy night, a quarter of our tree tore off and fell to the ground. It completely crushed our fence, all but one of the other trees in our yard, and our brand new (built by a gardener only 3 days earlier) garden bed with lovely little stone wall, as it stretched across our yard and half way across the neighbours. Unlucky as this sounds, we were all very lucky that it fell where and when it did. A little this way or the other and it could have crushed our studio, or Millipede's bedroom, or had it been during the day it could have crushed the neighbours children.

We consulted lots of specialists, hoping desperately they would tell us all the tree needed was a little lop and it would be fine. But each and every one took one look at the tree and all said it is too dangerous to stay... at all.



This, the tree that (along with our studio) was the reason I fell in love with this house. The tree that everyone comments is beautiful. The tree that shades our yard in Summer, turns red in Autumn, becomes a sculpture in Winter, and feeds the bees in Spring. The tree that I had imagined we'd have Millipede's birthday parties underneath, hang his swing from, build a tree house in, and encourage him to climb.

The tree we buried Millipede's bellybutton stump under as a spiritual gesture on his 6 month birthday.



I have cried again and again that we have to lose our beautiful tree. That we are the ones who have to have to end it's long long life. That losing a tree isn't like when you lose a car, and are able to replace it with an even better one. That you can't put a tree out to pasture, letting it live out the rest of its days in a lovely field somewhere.

I really am in agony thinking about it. I don't think I can be here when it happens. I'm sure I will hear it moan and weep. How do you say goodbye to something so proud?