early

This morning I woke gently.
You know those mornings where you transition effortlessly from deep restful sleep to wakefulness?

It was lovely and it was early, not quite 5.30am.

One of the darling little blackbirds outside my window was in full song.
He trilled and sang, cheerfully, hopefully, happily for some time before taking his song over the hedge and away.

I fed on his joy and slipped out of bed leaving Woo and Greg deep in slumber.

It was cool so I snuggled up in my gown and tiptoed to the kitchen. Our house is so tiny that stealth is imperative if you hope to have any alone time in the morning!  While the kettle rumbled to a boil I let the morning light in. It's a big sky day.

I played alone for an hour. ABC classic FM, sweet and soothing at this time of day, kept me company.  That, and my cup of well brewed tea.
There was time to inhale and move slowly - indulgently.
Peace and creativity flowed effortlessly.

Happiness.

 

My sweet sneezy boy crept by soon, and slithered on to my lap for the most precious of snuggles.  I buried my head in his hair and inhaled deeply.  He smelled of boy, my boy, sleepy, clean and well, just him.  

I love the smell of my babies.  Greg says he'd like to bottle the smell it's so good.

Eventually Tigs wriggled free of my embrace and the radio was drowned out by the Thunderbirds.  Nevermind.  I've stolen this moment and the day feels full of optimism and possibility.

Christmas is in the air - don't say it isn't!

Stay cool if you're in Melbourne.  It's going to be a warm one.

E x

A few weeks ago we had a magical trip away to beautiful Toora in Gippsland.  It has to be one of the most lovely areas of Victoria.  Green and lush and with such wildly varied landscapes,  beach, flatlands, rolling hills and dense forests.  So beautiful.  We stayed with out lovely friends and although Tigs and I were pretty unwell for 24 hours we had a ball.  Babies played in drawers.  Big boys, bush-bashed, which is an Australian term for rambling through the bushland searching for interesting 'things'.

The tiny town of Toora even manages to have a skate ramp.  I  love that directly over the road is farm sheds and acres of land.

The locals have created a lovely dry river bed and the children made their own fun here for some time while the grown ups relaxed or took pics!

These two have a deepening love for one another.  They can be terribly 'three' at times but also kind and gentle and fun loving.  I love that as their language increases they have sweet little conversations with each other.

When we're out Tigs usually finds a stick.  I know a lot of people don't like children playing with sticks but something about it reminds me of my Daddy who when we were out always looked for suitable thumbstick.

I'm sure Tigs and Daddy would have loved this kind of time together.  In some ways so different and others so alike.

Back up at the 'farm'.  Love that the old truck has found such a beautiful resting place. 

And oh, the views are just breath taking.

I hope your outlook is as wonderful today too!

E x



'my' bag organiser

I absolutely fell in love with Carly's  purse organiser.

So, I whipped one up myself. 

Actually whipped is not really the word, toiled, slaved, agonised would better suit.

 Let me assure you I will not make another so all the purse-organiser-makers need not be concerned by about declining sales!! 

 It was fiddly (understatement) to make.  But I'm impulsive and impoverished and really, really wanted one.  I wanted it so badly (like NOW) that I bought a piece of foam and set to work with fabric I had on hand.  In spite of the difficulty I had making it I LOVE it and highly recommend them to anybody who wants to reduce the clutter in their bag and to be able to find things quickly.  Although I don't have my big ol' camera pictured in the organiser it fits right in the centre, snug and protected. 

You can easily Google them or search through Etsy.

It's worth every penny the manufacturers charge, I promise!

my best boy

At one with nature.

Sometimes he takes me to the absolute limits.

When he loses it, boy does he lose it. And then almost like magic, as the first bite of food
(that he eventually agrees to eat) reaches his belly, he's back. My beautiful, loving, gentle, clever little boy.

Back to the happiest of places.

Just like 'that'.

Tiggy I will always and forever love you to the very core no matter how, (mmm, what's the word?) ... 'tricky', you can be.

These pics were taken on a gorgeous little getaway we recently had to my dear friend's house in Gippsland (= heaven).
I'll be popping up there again this weekend so I may even manage to take some proper pics.

Thanks for visiting even though there has been a bit of a pause here recently.

I hope you have a magical day.

E x

hangin'

Image by Tigs.

Spring afternoon.

almost balmy

First meal outside in a long while.

Heaven!

lines

I saw a cushion I liked in Spotlight. I didn't like the colour, I didn't like the price, but I did like the idea!

I used upholstery thread and the longest stitch and then back and forth in very random lines



Feels like spring :)