Party dresses and cupcakes.

Emma and I had some friends up for lunch last weekend...they have three beautful little girls, so what else could we do but make these little gems...when I took the cover off the cake stand ... they was an audible...''ahhhhhh''. Very cute.

The late rain bought a late rose...and

I haven't been doing too much crafting lately but making these Easter cards was a good way to ease back into it. There's something really satisfying about sewing paper on the machine. Vintage illustrations from Happy Kitty Bunny Pony.

Emma and I live in a house of many bits and pieces but the day of reckoning is upon us! A couple of weeks ago we bought our first house and now we must pick up (at least once) every single thing we have and pack it away.

I like to think that the older I get, the less I accumulate but yesterday, when I started packing the first of many, many boxes of books, I realised that I just don't have to keep them all.

This is a bit of a revelation for me - I've always had a lot of books, even when I was a kid. My bed had a little built in bookshelf with a night light in the corner and it was always full of books; my favourite titles or whatever I was reading at the time.

Now Em and I have eight bookcases, all full, with books stacked on top of books, squeezed into together.

But yesterday, as I picked up each book...I really scrutinised it and made myself explain (to myself) why I needed this book in my life. After a couple of hours, the KEEP stack was still higher than the OUT stack, but not by much. Yes, I did go back later and pick out a few titles from the OUT stack and put them in the KEEP stack, but not all books are created equal. Some I books I don't even remember (bibliophiles amnesia) buying let alone reading, some books I'd picked up second hand and couldn't say no because they were cheap or because I can't seem to not buy a copy of Rebecca by Daphne Du Maurier...even though I have three....and how did I end up with four copies of Jane Eyre? Three copies of To Kill A Mockingbird? Two copies of Emma? Three copies of Written on the Body? I think I know why. Some books are like sad, little orphans and I couldn't leave them all alone with Harry's Guide to Truck Maintenance or Electronics for Beginners.

Usually I feel a bit anxious when I let a book go. I'm not quite sure how to express the criteria, but this time round, I'm determined to only keep those books that I would go out and spend money on to replace.

Moving into a new house (in the spring) is like a new chapter and I suppose it feels like this is my chance to shake off a few habits and do things differently... kind of liberating, too.

The books will find a new home, a new reader, new hands to hold them...now to my egg cup collection...

This was my second attempt at sewing with fluffy material. The first looked more like road-kill but here it is...supposed to be a bunny but looks a bit like a mouse. It's all in the ears so if I have time - I might make a new set soon. Still, a bunnymouse it is.

Corners of my Home

Toby's got that she-made-me-do-this look about him and he's right. I did make him sit on the little chair until I couldn't take his ''enough already'' stare.

Yesterday was supposed to be a sleepy Sunday, bit of reading, bit of gym, bit of baking...but then I started sorting through a few things...which lead to tidying up...which lead to ''oh my god - we have so much "stuff" and soon I had to stop myself from piffing everything. I'm a bit of a collector - I quite fancy my "things" but every now and again I feel all minimalist and sparse and want space not clutter. This overwhelming feeling of too much stuff comes with the house-hunting we've been doing over the last few weeks. What an eye opener that's been. But that's another post. Yesterday I came across Ophelia. I bought her in Stratford- upon- Avon on my first trip overseas, about 19 years ago. She cost a silly amount and stands about 2cms. Her tiny arms move up and down...that was the clincher, as I recall.

Anyway, by days end - the house was a little less cluttered, but not much.

Chirp chirp

These little guys hatched last week...born of glue, tissues, paint and pipe-cleaners. Loved making the little hat. I've seen these hats everywhere and I don't know if it's just me, but stick one on just about anything (except John Howard) and the cute meter rises.

I was thinking making heaps more for Easter to sit in little baskets...but have cooled on the idea. I've had a succession of minor craft disasters lately. I found two white lamps (with cream shades) for $10 at a garage sale and decided to paint one a lovely deep gold...everything was going really well...until I plugged it in - instead of a lovely, shimmery gold, the light reflected a murky, patchy, blotchy shadow. Sigh. So think I'll cover them with fabric instead.

Just over a week ago Emma and I had a delightful dinner with Nicole from Craftapalooza on her whirl-wind tour of Melbourne. As we feasted on delightful Japanese food we discussed crafting, blogs, work, books, life and love. Thanks for a great night, Nicole.

This is an old photograph of my Mum (last on right). My Mum was a nurse and my Dad, an ambulance driver - that's how they met. This photograph was taken at an Ambulance picnic day and according to Dad, Mum is wearing a blue and white striped dress that she made herself. I love this photo, so "Ladies Bring A Plate".

Last days of summer.

Here are some of my Dad's tomatoes. They aren't very big but they are so sweet & with a tiny sprinkle of sea-salt and a generous grind of pepper - they are divine. Summer is literally burning itself out. The the next few days are going to be hot, hot, hot. So if you're this side of the sun, hope you have a cool weekend.

Bunny Love

Nothing like a leisurely arvo tea in the garden....made these three cuties Saturday afternoon...the messy stitching looks even worse in daylight - but they were fun to make.

The latest edition of Martha Stewart Living inspired me to dig out all my old knitting needles. I'm a poor knitter - fine tackling a scarf - but anything more than that and I'm a mess, but I love the clack, clack of the needle and the colours are beautiful. Em took these photos of my collection. Some belonged to my Mum but many were found in an old battered red bag at an estate sale over a year ago. I think I got the entire bag for $1. Bonus! Just looking at these colour combination makes my mind hum with ideas.

Emma took this photo last week in a little country town called Maldon. I love it. I can't quite say why but it captures how I'm feeling today; in between things, not one thing or another, thinking about the past and the future. Pretty sure that doesn't make much sense but it's as if the picture is reminding me of all the layers a person has to their life.

more finds, some old, some new.

Thrifty Goodness

Picked these up from Camberwell Market a couple of weeks ago. Loving the 50s design on the cup/saucer set...thrilled with the price...$5.

When the woman was putting it in my bag she spied the Recipe Box and asked me how much I'd paid for it. I told her ($5) and she said ''A dealer bought it from me this morning for a $1. Argh. All swings and merry-go-rounds.

A little bit of sewing.

Thump, thump.

My hand-made hearts.

Have you ever put your head underwater and listened to the sound of your heart beating?

Corners of my Home

Soule Mama started corners of my home ages ago. Here's one of mine.

Emma and I both went a little stamp crazy last weekend...but who could resist these?? Not me. The trees/acorn set came from zakkaya. So lucky to have such a beautiful shop near by, well, closer than Japan anyway.

Picked up some fabric, too from IKEA (solid red and white stripes) and bright and breezy pieces from calico and chintz in Auburn Road, Hawthorn.

Had such a lovely time pausing, pondering over colours and patterns. Now I have to do something with it!

Have a great weekend.x

Yayy. Finally got around to making some of these, thanks to two great tutorials over at Craftapalooza and Hello My Name Is Heather . Not sure what I'm going to do with them, but I'll think of something. Yesterday Em and I went to the Camberwell Market...don't get there very often, so it was great to get some bargains. I scored about five metres of fabric for $2!! I always seem to find a whole heap of stuff I can't live without; cute 50s recipe box, white cane basked, old jars (put all those buttons in) and four enamel bowls covered in big red flowers.

Finally the rain arrived. As soon as the wind cooled, flung every door in the house open. Bliss.

The Remarkable Disguised As The Ordinary

Lately I've been looking a some my stuff with new eyes; things I've dragged from city to country, house to house.

I think it's all part of getting used to the idea of having our own home (we plan to start serious house-hunting in lat Feb). Anyway, I was thinking about how every-day objects can be significant - a vessel we fill with private meaning and significance.

I don't treat every single thing I own with the same level of intensity but I think it explains my habit of picking up rocks, sticks, feathers and shells - they each have a secret life. They all become a little talisman, a reminder of a happy moment I'm not quite ready to forget.

TABLESPOON

My mum gave me this Tablespoon years and years ago. I think it was when I first moved out of home. I have a vague recollection of cooking something - feeling very independent and not having one.

I love this spoon - it's strong, faded, reliable, lovely to hold and to look at, slightly battered and I've used it a billion times and it's always exactly where I think it will be.

Loobylu inspired me to have another go at making a doll. This is my version of her lovely doll from this fantastic Japanese craft book. It took me about five hours to make but I enjoyed most of it - except stuffing and turning out her skinny arms - that part nearly drove me crazy. It was good to be sewing again, picking out fabric, winding on thread. I always feel a little giddy when I've finally finished making something.

The rest of the weekend was spent trying to put the house in order, packing away the last of Christmas, going through The Drawer - you know the one you open, stuff junk in and walk away from. I do a lot of that; magazine clippings, receipts, old train tickets, pens, notebooks. Em and re-arranged some furniture and I cleaned out three boxes full of woollen scarves and put half in a bag for GoodWill.

By seven o'clock the house was clean and cozy, candles on the mantle were lit and Em had made her famous Bean Burgers for dinner with homemade honey and walnut yoghurt for dessert.

The only downside was the time we spent watching the horribly disappointing The Lady in the Water by M. Night Shyamalan. Can this be the same guy who made The Sixth Sense? The lead, Paul Giamatti did a good job but the story just crumbled under the weight of Shyamalan's heavy-handedness.

Sorry Em. Your pick next time.

Free Book Friday

If everything goes according to plan, Emma and I will be house-hunting next month, so it's time for me to let go of some stuff, hence the return of FBF.

1. Be the first to post I Want This Book!

2. Email me your name and postal address.

3. I'll send the book to you for free.

4. Enjoy book.

Second Honeymoon by Joanna Trollope. I really enjoyed this one - gentle, observant, Trollope has a talent for revealing the core of her fictional families.

I think Em and I have waiting for the right moment to buy a Chasseur pot for about three years. Well friends, the moment has arrived. We found this navy blue, round, dutch oven on sale in Echuca. I'm pathetically excited. I want winter to hurry up so I can make a hearty soup or cook a hunk of something for a seven hour stretch!

I know a pot can't make me a better cook - just like a beautiful new journal with creamy paper and deckled edges can't make me a better writer... but it makes me want try.

READING:

Decca: The Letters of Jessica Mitford

Loving it. JK Rowling reviewed it for The Daily Telegraph

We've unloaded the last of the bags from the car but the sand lingers. We had six lovely days by the beach and I've come back feeling as if I've finally exhaled a year's worth of tightly woven stress.

The second I saw the sea I felt the muscles in my shoulders relax. I'd forgotten just how wonderful it is to be near a large body of water, especially one that's strongly connected to so many of my memories growing up.

What compares to a wave? The sound, the contours? I think I'm still drunk on fresh air. A few highlights: cricket on the beach, swimming with my family at dusk, watching a dog chase a ball into the surf, cooking prawns in a pan with butter and garlic, walking in the rainforest, climbing a hill that overlooks the town and the harbour, watching a sting ray unfurl itself in the shallows, eating crayfish three times! Staying up late playing board games, collecting stones and shells, finding a perfectly round rock-pool crowded with starfish, listening to the rain on the roof, reading a book... for hours at a time, watching the night sky turn pink as flares shot into the air at the stroke of midnight... with people I love.

I hope you had a good one too.