Spent part of this afternoon doing the lovely @skillshare watercolour class by @inksnthings. The class is nice and chilled and you get pretty trees at the end of it 😁 Perfect way to round out an extra long weekend. I think I might give this watercolour business another go, maybe expand into flowers - what do you reckon?
Brrr...it's unbelievably comforting watching the world outside start to come to a frozen standstill while I'm inside with my knitting and my cat.
| Image: A yellow and green leaf on an almost bare tree, with fog in the background.
Look what just popped into my letterbox! An amazing amalgamation of Australian makers (say that five times fast, I dare you), just ready and waiting to push me further along in my quarter life crisis and call into question what the fudge I'm doing with my days and why (why, God, why?!) it ain't something creative that brings me joy à la KonMari. Just kidding - inspiration and motivation awaits! ...and, okay, maybe a little (helpful and necessary) crisis. Thanks @frankiemagazine!
Maybe it was the recent long chat with friends or visiting the Lost Trades Fair over the weekend or finally voicing my secret back up career to Mathew, or maybe all three, but something's put me in the mood for getting a move on with what I'm loftily calling my "creative endeavours". And so, let the mood board games commence!
Ah knitting. AKA practically conjuring up actual items of clothing and blankets and such from thin air. What a strange and wonderful practice you are. I am pleased to report that, for whatever reason, I have been able to "get" knitting this time round. This makes me very happy mostly because knitting holds a sentimental value for me, but also because I'm glad to have something to do that occupies my hands (and my entire brain at the moment) when I'm feeling anxious and fidgety. It also requires very little movement so is completely acceptable to do even though it is stinking hot in Melbourne right now and I don't feel like having any piece of clothing I may be making touch my skin for at least the next 500 years. Winner! More about my knitting adventure on the #handandhome blog (link-a-doodle in bio).
What ho! A new post up on my recently renamed blog?? That's right folks, I've actually written something. It's just a small post, to update anyone who might still be interested in what I've got planned for my corner of the Interwebs. The link-a-doodle is in my bio if you want to have a read.
Cosying up in my latest op shop jumper with a book and a cuppa while it's windy and gloomy outside...that's more my style. I'm reading The Cuckoo's Calling by Robert Galbraith/J. K. Rowling for the second time and loving it. I hardly ever re-read books so you know this is a good 'un! How are you spending your Saturday?
On Wednesday night I wrote a letter to a good friend who lives interstate. It was only really meant to be a quick update but once I started I found I couldn't stop and words just came spilling out. It felt a little strange to share things in this way - kind of one-sided, like I was sharing all of this stuff with her but not getting any immediate reaction back. I found I had to think carefully about how I wanted to word certain sentences to make sure they conveyed exactly what I wanted. That slowing down and consideration and care felt at odds with what I've grown accustomed to - the quick, sometimes thoughtless messaging with instant responses. I think I quite like this letter-writing caper, even though my hand ached after the fourth page.
I've only been at this retreat in Daylesford for approximately one hour but I can already feel the tension and stress leaving me.
I'm woefully behind in my @frankiemagazine reading but I'm slowly catching up! This edition matches beautifully with this delicious gingerbread cookie from @sweetmickie that came in my @thisiscottons starter park today. I'm by no means a starter 🙄 but was still excited to get my mitts on a box of different goodies to try out from my favourite monthly menstrual pals 😊 Highly recommend!
Not pictured: matching baby pink bed socks.
A rainy day in the city means a day in bookshops.
Oh, for the love of God, Tassie, really?
This was in a quiet, sleepy, little coastal town called St Helens. Happy to report I did not fall in this body of water.
Me, to myself: "You know what's a good idea? Climbing under that massive fallen tree and stepping out onto those slippery rocks in the middle of that freezing river. Yeah! Let's do that."
*proceeds to make it to the rocks and successfully takes photo*
"See, that was fine. You're practically Bear Grylls now." <-This is the precise moment where I think I got just a little too cocky and Mother Nature thought it best to take me down a peg or two.
*takes a step back, loses balance, and promptly falls into rock pool*
THAT'S why you don't go chasing waterfalls, kids! (To clarify, it wasn't that bad; I only got water in my boots. They made a fun squealchy sound all the way back to the car. I was more worried about my camera, which seems to be perfectly fine)