Rummage

Scenes from the garden seems appropriate on the cusp of a shiny new year. We're not engaging in any festivities as the car blew-up and all the auto-electricians this side of the tropic of capricorn have buggered off to Queensland for their holidays. Don't feel too sorry for me though, the Frenchman bought me a splendidly quirky little car of my very own with an ETA of 10 days from now.

To be honest I'm not a big fan of New Year's Eve, there's always a slightly manic edge to the evening, maybe it's the anarchist in me that objects to mandatory merry-making. Regardless, if you are out there amongst it have a good one, see you on the other side. xx

 

 

Hello again! I didn't think I'd be back here so soon but I'm not heading to the beach for a few days yet so I thought I might hang out here with you for a little while.

Christmas was gorgeous, laid-back with a table groaning under the weight of seafood, French cheese and fruit, there was even time for the odd Christmas siesta. But possibly the best Christmas present of all was the arrival of gentle but persistent rains throughout the day. Mum and I were unable to resist the siren's call of the garden in the rain and so worked side-by-side laying horse manure and blood and bone in the warm Summer wet before lunch. For lunch there were oysters with lime and moules frites followed by pavlova and homemade ice cream, after this all adults passed out on the lounge while the mini-berserkers devoured a gingerbread house and then did laps of the house to run it off.

Post-siesta there was a strenuous game of marbles and attempts by yours truly to come to grips with a  3 year old's jigsaw puzzle. Bliss all round.

Hope yours was fabulous too! xx

PS Will try and put together my Melbourne recommendations in the next couple of days.

 

 

I'm hosting Christmas this year so must sign off for now. Have a beautiful relaxing break, see you next year!

Much love, Nanette xxxxx

Am back but must fly as I have an appointment to keep with a karaoke machine and a thimble of tequila, 'tis the party season and all that falalalalahhhhhlalalalahhhhh stuff afterall.

Had a great time in Sydney and Melbourne with loads to share with you. Glad you liked the Christmas present, I truly meant those things about the road rising up and the sun shining upon you. You mean a lot to me and I missed you, (and no that's not an early tequila talking)...sorry I do get overly sentimental around this time of the year.

xxx

Righto, I've finally finished the little present I was making you with a lot of help from the Frenchie. I hope you like it.

Thank you for being such a nice person and kicking about here with me.

To get yours press here! xxxxxxx

We had an excellent weekend with a long leisurely brunch at the Spanish club with much rolling of our rrrrrrrr's and some theatrical Castilian lisping, I was totally trounced in the fashion stakes by my eldest with a little ensemble that she threw together. But then I am used to being the dag in my house, now even the three year old casts a critical eye over what I'm wearing with some helpful suggestions, (although it is debatable how helpful a pair of fairy wings would be to me when I'm stalking the aisles of the supermarket). Am very much looking forward to the Sydney/Melbourne trip later this week and the next. I can also report that the wee Christmas present I've been making will be ready tomorrow! Huzzah. xxx

So, I've been mucking about with a fabric stiffening product with the tee-hee-inducing title, 'Stiffy'. It was truly an irresistible purchase and has been worth it for the gagging number of double-entendres that have been issuing from the craft room ever since.

In other news I have been stomping about the house on hearing about the Liberal Party's  great leap off the cliff of reason, into the twilight zone of climate-change sceptics, Bigfoot Spotters and Those Harbouring the Belief that Elvis Presley is Alive and Well and Living in Downtown Woy-Woy.

If anyone is fit to lead the charge toward electoral suicide it would have to be the newly-annointed Tony Abbott. I'm with Annabel Crabb, (I bloody love that woman), who suggests that the man is the living embodiment of what not to do with a political photo opportunity. Even if one was to have conservative leanings, (god forbid), how could you bring yourself to vote for a man who invites the cameras over for a bit of poncing about in little lifesaver caps, not the thing when one has been handed a handsome amount of ear genes, budgie smugglers and a proud display of superfluous body hair. I ask you?? And that's all before he bans abortion, brings back WorkChoices and leads us down the path to planetary destruction.

I feel a bit better now I've got that off my chest. x

More Creative Spaces here, ta Kirst.