Sunday, November 19, 2006


Dave the scholar

I'd like you to meet Dave the Golden Retriever. In his spare time, Dave likes to read, drink only the finest scotch whisky and smoke cigars...
Dave is 5 and a half years old on paper, spends most of his time acting like a 2 year old and a little of his time in a 90 year old man's clothes - this is one such occasion. We try to love him most of the time...

Thursday, November 16, 2006


spc - glam

and they say diamonds are a girls best friend...

Wednesday, November 15, 2006


bit chilly!

WOW! Nothing like a lovely, Melbourne spring day to warm the cockles of ones' heart.....

Looking from Dromana pier back towards Mornington

Dromana pier looking towards Sorrento

Today as I sat in the shop, I watched people being hammered by hail, then the sun would shine. The light would change dramatically and the rain would come down, horizontally and I would chuckle as people were blown down the street with all the signs from surrounding shops. I shouldn't have laughed, but I was warm and dry!

It snowed in the Dandenongs and I heard on the radio that somewhere, the wind chill factor dropped to -7 degrees celcius.

Isn't Melbourne weather a treat?!

Tuesday, November 14, 2006


here's a funny thing

this kept me awake for ages the other night... at 3.15 am these words were rattling around in my head, nicely coupled with images to match and I couldn't go back to sleep until I wrote them down on the inside cover of the paperback i'm currently reading, under the light of my mobile phone.

"weave us a road", he said and we did. she and i were entranced by each others maps and drawings as we felt our way along. "play a trombone for me", he said so I did. as i sat, all tangled in the 'bone and its arms and legs, he said, "you must swing from great height, it is only then that you will achieve the note of beauty that you desire."

I can picture the images as well but they are hard to describe - let me try... for the bit about the woven road, there was a page of woven paper, like a road, leading gently off the page. the maps and drawings were a part of us, a girlfriend and me. the trombone was actually a seat that I was sitting in, a bit like a chairlift seat hanging in the sky but a trombone. and the arms and legs of the instrument were the part of the trombone that you move to get the different notes. it was what held me safely inside the chair.

the more i read the words the more i like them. i reread them when i woke up in the morning and was quite surprised at how poetic they were! weird, but poetic!


Nice stuff

This is lovely. I read about Oriah on another website and thought I'd post this poem today. For me, it clearly describes what's important in life and I feel like I'm almost on the right track...
The Invitation

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure,
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon
It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.
Oriah Mountain Dreamer

Wednesday, November 08, 2006


cup day at RHE

Swanky race caller George
What a day of chaos and madness! Red Hill Estate vineyard ran their inaugural Cup! 12 horses, 12 jockeys with legs hobbled ran around the track causing much hilarity!

And they're racing!
All the jockeys had to tie their ankles together with belts and most jumped around the course. Unbelievably there were no protests....

Fashions on the Field beauties.

Fashions on the field was judged by the Tutti a Tavola ladies who are visiting the peninsula to run a series of cooking classes at Max's restaurant.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006


bit windswept today

Miss Tilly!!
Love of my life! Pretty cute and REALLY naughty...
Tilly can tell you all about how she squeezed herself out of my car window the other day while I was having a wine tasting at Tucks Ridge, ran to the cellar door, saw me then nicked off into the vines! Okay, so it is a dog friendly vineyard but I think they mean well behaved dog friendly, not NAUGHTY staffies with minds of their own... She thought she was hilarious....hmmm!

Dromana sunset
I feel the weather. I feel really ratty today - the wind is blowing, it's overcast, I can't decide what to do. Everyone is at work serving Melbourne Cup day punters and I can't decide whether I should be sewing, painting, constructing, cleaning or sleeping...
I have got a 3.45pm date to record George calling the Red Hill Estate cup! 12 hobby horses +12 incredible jockeys + lots of sparkling = lots of laughs and potential injury and hopefully a great video!!

Monday, November 06, 2006



Here is the box - finished now! Lizzie loved it.

Thanks Glen!!

I'm so bad at putting photos in my blog!!!

Friday, November 03, 2006


nearly finished!

I wanted to post some pictures of the results of my box making workshop with Glen Skein. This box is for my cousin Lizzie who is a fashion designer currently working as a visual merchandiser for Cue and Veronika Maine. She's a pretty talented young lady I reckon!

I love the idea of a box full of bits. There's always an element of surprise when you open a box to find the contents and when there are little hidden shelves and boxes within the box it makes the adventure even more alluring!

Anyway, this is a box that contains 21 thimbles from my late mum's collection and was intended as a 21st birthday present for Liz (who turned 21 in May 2005 - oops!!!). The box is about 13x13x7cm and will (by Sunday!!) be chocked full of thimbles, art books and little bits of sewing ephemera. The art books (at the time of taking the photo, the only one is the red one in top right corner of the 2nd photo) are all hand bound and the pages are made from vintage pattern tissue paper. There is a fairly diverse range of thimbles, sterling silver, brass, plastic and ceramic.

I've had a great time making it so I hope she loves it!

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