Rummage

A cup of something warm and an old fashioned powder, that's what I need. You see we found a house. I knew it was mine before I walked in the door because of the font that the house number was written in. True.

It has good bones and fits my kinks. There is space for a workshop and another dedicated room for making stuff. It smells old and musty but happy too.

It's mine. Now if only I can convince the auctioneer all will be well with the world.

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Thought I would kick off with a card. Patchwork always seemed so intimidating, a little heavy on precision and mathematical calculation for my taste. I've got to say though this free-form patchworking is a blast.

Think I might start a new art movement a la Jackson Pollock in his hey day - move-over action painting, here comes action patchwork. Here's to spontaneous acts of ill-prepared and haphazard crafting.

Love to you and the little ones..x

This is my daughter's highchair. Before my children sat in this chair it  was used by their mother, grandfather and their great-grandfather as babies.

Legend has it that their great-grandfather used to roar around on it as a billy-cart. I'm quite certain that some of the encrusted food materials  are intergenerational. The scarf on the side is the improvised safety harness - safety being first and foremost in this household.

What are your family heirlooms?

If my household had a naughty corner I would be in it. You see, I came over all Shinzi Katoh a few weeks back and happened upon an ebay seller with the mother load of Katoh bags in both heavy canvas and oilcloth. Before you could say 'hang on a minute, let me just check the currency conversion' I had bunged a bid on four (yes, indeed), four bags.

Do you ever do that thing where you put the bid on and then you spend the remaining time freaking out about winning the item? That's me. And wouldn't you know it - just when I should be doing the old belt-tightening for the mansion-of-my-dreams, I got the damn lot, all four. (Pause whilst author sighs and looks wistfully into the distance). They cost me a kazillion dollars and that doesn't even include shipping!

I should of course be wracked with guilt but I love them too much, after all and I quote:

" Anything's possible! Fourtune (sic) knocks at least once at every man's gate, even on ours."

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If I wasn't so tired I would tell you the one about the Lebanese dancing, the bottle of Chivas Regal and filipino wedding customs. Another time perhaps. My new shiny red bag is making me happy today! All hail the mighty Shinzi Katoh.

Here's hoping for a sleep-in tomorrow morning. xx