Ah, quel plaisir, what a joy to get up this morning to a clean kitchen. Dry dishes were put away and there ensued a delightful moment of emptiness, as though my kitchen were having a spiritual moment of zen nothingness.
I am the first to admit domestic chores are not my strength. Thus, it is lovely when I do the dishes and clean the kitchen after dinner. I’m already looking forward to getting up in the morning to the novelty of a clean and tidy kitchen.
How cute is this mailbox at the Buninyong Community House? It’s a teeny replica of the actual house behind it, with all the little details. The world needs more mailboxes with character like this one.
Home from a gig. Car unpacked. Getting to my desk at the stroke before midnight makes me smile.
What to do with an overripe banana when it gets to the point that you don’t want to look at it decaying in the fruit basket anymore? Banana pancakes on a frosty morning, in your dressing gown, loaded up with butter and quince jelly. Hello Sunday, you look lovely today!
I’ve had a couple of days break from the daily blog. It wasn’t intentional, but I was sitting there chatting to my 17 year old daughter about music at 11pm, thinking that I should go and write a post. She said have a day off. I figured it was better to continue the
Old fonts and new fonts, they’re not so far apart. Not much has changed since the 1800s. I had a wonderful discussion with the printer at Sovereign Hill today about fonts and printing. Sparks are now pinging around my brain with design and printing ideas. But I am definitely not getting a printing
There was warmth in the sun today. In mid-Winter it feels so warm and snuggly, like a big hug from the sky.
I have taken three giant trailer loads of prunings to the tip in the last couple of weeks. The exercise has refreshed my trailer-reversing and knot-tying skills and prompted more than one expletive. Skills aside, it is lovely to look out in the garden and see that all the big pruning has been
Had you been in my lounge-room this afternoon you would have heard a squeak of delight as I discovered my steel ruler, MIA for several months. I had failed to return it to its rightful place and thus had not been able to find it. But as I began tidying up a pile
