in the blink of an eye...

well i had to go and do it,

i had to count the days left of being with Our #1,

and now of course i wish i had not.

for the number of days is way, way too little for me to grasp.

the thought of Our #1 leaving the nest has played heavy upon my heart and my mind over the past few months.

some days it takes me by surprise,

out of nowhere comes a little voice, reminding me less i forget the time is drawing close...

and with it,

i feel like the very breath within my soul has been taken.

so with that being said i need to take a little time,

we will not necessarily be doing anything in particular,

just hanging around the shed together.

perhaps a bit of thrifting for old times sake...

lordy how i will miss my thrifting buddy.

she will be busy packing up her belongings

i will be busy trying to finish up her blanket per her request

and all the other 'lappity lap' blankets that keep asking to be made...

i am thinking over the next seven days i will spend my thoughts wisely,

telling myself how really, despite it feeling like the end,

it is truly just the beginning of a new chapter for her and for me

she will be back with a 'skip in her step' soon ~ Tif

Party on the feeder

Up in the sky, little eyes are watching. At the first sign of movement the cry goes up - peep peep peep!

The second the coast is clear they swoop in, fluttering, hopping, pecking and diving. The party has started!

They party in the rain

and they party in the sun.

We mostly see waxeyes and the occasional sparrow. But yesterday these bright birdies showed up.

They have a yellow stripe along the wing. I'm no expert on birds... does anybody know what they are?

This is what they were noshing on... birdseed cakes made from dripping and wild bird seed mix. We also put out crusts of bread and the odd kitchen scrap.

In your dreams, little cat...

We are off on a busy "mini break"

Flickr

Hello we are off to Ballarat again tomorrow, this time for 5 nights. Toby is having surgery on his broken elbow, we are staying a few extra days to catch up with family and most importantly, take part in the wonderful Daylesford Craft Experience Click on the link to view a really cute pic!
I don't think that I will have access to the internet so I will be taking a break from my etsy and madeit shops for the week too. See you next week! Leah

a kitschy plan...

i have mentioned before

how i do believe the best thing we ever did since moving to mossy shed

was adding our back yard chickens...

but what i failed to mention was the one down side i have found to having them live with us.

i know for some, it may come as a shock to learn

i do indeed find a negative with my chickie peas.

all of their positiveness far outweighs the little negative

but it is still one that i must tell.

our chickens may go wheresoever their little hearts care to roam

within our back yard,

thus making any lovely little flowers fear for their lives...

so when i looked upon this picture after showing you earlier in the week,

it dawned on me, something was obviously missing.

for indeed the last time i took such a shot,

i had flowers looking pretty in their pots.

now all i have is an acre of moss

and bulldozed pots and beds...

there was nothing for it, dearest readers

but to take a risk,

a risky kitschy kind of risk...

so without further a do,

whilst my menfolk watched the footy this morning

i, along with Our #1 left for the thrift store.

i donned my thrifty find from a few days ago

hoping it would bring me luck...

with my kitschy plan inside my head

i knew i was on a mission, perhaps an impossible mission

for we all know,

missions are not easy to fulfill at the thrift store.

it is more 'per chance' that things come our way...

back at the shed looking at the kitschy goodness i unearthed

i am filled with thoughts of my 'outdoor flowery' plan,

in my head it looks tres peachy

but in reality i am thinking

it could go either way...

she is wishing you all the most loveliest of lovely weekends and thanking you most kindly for your peachiness this past week ~ Tif

thrifty thursdays...

hurrah! it is thrifty thursdays,

oh how i have missed my thrifty thursdays 'show and tell'

so without further a do i shall proceed...

well, truth be told dearest readers i felt a little guilty leaving my children to loiter,

but upon entering the thrift store my guilt slipped away

for that is the wonder of a thrift store...

it just becomes you,

your thoughts

and the your next peachy find.

i do believe yesterday,

i had my most peachiest frock find to date.

i found her rather neglected upon the racks of despair.

indeed it was her color i was instantly attracted to,

that 'perfectly perfect' sludgy, slightly icky, green.

and then to see that perfect green matched with blossoms and branches,

not to mention a mandarin collar...

well i think it comes as no surprise

when i say

i was overcome with dizziness and not the Mr Vertigo kind.

i did not bother to try her on,

her price tag being only $5 i was willing to take a chance...

if her fit was iffy

then i would 'choppity chop' her up to make cushions.

upon returning to the shed

i donned my new thrift store frock,

i gasped the gasp

could it be this little sweetie had potential,

perhaps a little loose and yes way too long,

but surely nothing Miss Ethel could not handle

after a few stolen moments here and there in my studio

i noted my thrift store frock began to shine...

i added a little tie detail with lace trim

and voila!

her pretty summery self shone forth.

she is thinking it is all adding up to Mr Summer doing a bit of loitering himself ~ Tif

welcome Mr Summer, welcome...

i fear i may be tempting fate,

after all it is only day two of sunshine

but it is a risk i am willing to take.

the most peachiest of retro tablecloths made from terry towelling

now brings a kitschy granny goodness to our kitchen knook...

unfortunately i have noted little olive eyeing her up.

and trust me, little olive may be only inches off the ground

but she came with invisible springs attached to her legs.

the back doors have been flung open

and a few paper lanterns, sprightly scraps and birdies are

happily 'dancing a dance' from my recycled, recycled 'gleeful' christmas tree

i shall continue to tempt fate every day by adding something new to

my little branch of summer happy in the hope of making Mr Summer so delighted

he stays put for a while...

she has a cunning plan to drop her children so they may loiter and she may go 'a thrifting' ~ Tif

A skirt made from scraps tutorial!

The tutorial can be found here> I recently bought a skirt similar to this at a craft market and I love it! I would love to try this tutorial one day, I will add it to my list! Thanks so much for stopping by! Leah

linens to love...

if there is one thing that gets my crafty pulse 'a racing'

and my little heart to quicken

it has to be vintage tablecloths and pillowcases.

indeed i can safely say when it is just

me,

Miss Ethel

and

a pile of vintage fabric finds

everything else fades away

and

i am transported to my happy place...

she is quite certain today is the day summer will start ~ Tif

Midwinter

I'm so glad that we've now passed the shortest day. That means the countdown to summer can begin! I can't wait for daylight in the evenings and above all, warmer weather...

I'm still working on the potager when I can. I've got one quarter of the round circle path laid. It's the quarter where I plan to plant the garlic, so at least I'll be able to get that in soon, weather permitting of course.

Harvest-wise, things are still looking good! Last week I picked carrots, spring onions, rhubarb, pak choi, peas, lettuce, sorrel, silver beet, lemons and parsley. I've been making regular sowings of spring onions and lettuces, not that they are growing fast but the important thing is that they are still growing! In the glasshouse I have little seedlings of broccoli and pak choi that are about ready to be transplanted. I might keep them in the glasshouse so they grow faster. Unfortunately my tomatoes didn't make it through the frost, even with frost cloth. The green fruits dropped off and the plants shrivelled up. Well, that answers the question: No, Arctic tomatoes can't survive mildly arctic conditions. They do set fruit early in a cold summer, though.

I also picked some lovely wintersweet. We have a bush of it out the front and the gorgeous spicy smell is just divine when you're walking to the gate. I put bunches of it all through the house and a special one right by my bed. Sweet dreams guaranteed....

the movement of granny chic...

a few weeks back i was happily in my own little world,

cutting, pasting and 'a sticking' wallpaper to the inners of a peachy estate find.

a lovely little cupboard that caught my eye.

alas she was a little more 'world weary' than i had hoped

but as i stood in front of her that fateful morning,

i could not let her down...

safely back in mossy shed,

i gave her several 'lickity licks' of my glossy white paint

and then proceeded to inspect her insides.

they were a rather dull painted brown color.

after attempting to paint them granny knicker pink

i gave up on that idea after the first coat.

so i set to with paper and glue...

"ha!" said my man glancing over at my work in progress,

"i can just see it now, in years to come, someone will be in the thrift store

and come across your granny cupboard,

marvel at how lovely it must have been in it's original state.

how could someone have committed such a crime with wallpaper and paint"

to which he continued to chuckle to himself

i did not wavier, nor did i put down my paper and glue.

after her inners were complete i finished her off with a lovely set of old wood handles.

then came the usual shuffle around the shed,

figuring out a spot where she may shine in all her new granny chic glory...

after the perfectly perfect spot was found,

i stood back to admire her beauty

and then i pondered,

no, this sweetie was not going to end up in the thrift store later in life,

being mocked by passing strangers.

i'm thinking another life for her...

someone, somewhere will come across her,

gasp the gasp, i have gasped many times myself.

and then with a little bit of luck,

that someone will exclaim for all to know

"why this is the most fabulous example of the granny chic movement,

a movement that occurred in the early part of the 21st century.

it was not uncommon for discarded forsaken souls to be picked up

and adorned with paint, paper and fabric.

if i am not mistaken this looks to be a 'dottie angel' example...

yes, yes it is! look just inside the cupboard there,

the signature of the woman behind this granny chic redo.

one Tif Fussell aka dottie angel,

a lover of granny chic goodness...

oh this is indeed the most peachiest of finds"

she has 'batting and basting' on her mind ~ Tif

Happy Birthday Harry!

My baby No. 1 was 9 yesterday, birthdays are always so much fun at our place and of course I can't believe how quickly the last 9 years have passed! Have a fantastic week! Leah

so far so good...

yesterday it would be most true to say

by the end of the day,

i was hanging onto my 'high hopes happy' plan by my little finger tips.

fearing it was slipping away so soon after finding it,

i went to bed telling myself to get a grip.

that indeed i can start today 'a fresh' with high hopes.

i awoke refusing to acknowledge Mr Vertigo laying beside me, all smug with himself

and started the day with a positive attitude.

i am delighted to report my newly acquired postitve attitude has worked wonders,

truly i do not feel brilliantly fabby but i am feeling much happier.

at lunchtime, i enjoyed being driven to the pub by my children,

as all around craned their necks up high to see the England world cup game,

i kept mine low, chosing to spend my time wisely with Mr Hook

later i spent a few stolen moments out of the shed

at my friend Maggi's house down the road

with her crafty buddies and it was indeed a tonic for my crafty soul...

i am continuing my obsession with blanket making

at any given opportunity.

my latest 'lappity lap' blanket nearly complete

and i must also say,

i did not bat an eye this afternoon,

as a soccer ball claimed a victim within the shed,

knowing many more will probably follow in coming weeks...

i have also noted, whilst 'smiling the smile' to myself,

knowing my 'high hopes happy' plan is now in my hand,

the sun is at last coming out to play...

she wishes you the peachiest of peachy weekends and is thanking you kindly for the words of wisdom ~ Tif

Fabric Buntings

Ravenhill I am planning to make one of these from vintage chenille for my market stall. I have started, but who knows when I will have time to complete it! I must keep sewing, I have packed 2 large wholesale orders this week, I have one more to go and then I will be sewing for Dalyesford again. Have a wonderful weekend! Leah

a 'high hopes happy' plan...

dearest readers of the utmost kind,

you have bought tears to my eyes,

for indeed i feel like i have been hugged time and again by your kind words of yesterday.

i am thinking we all need hugs every now and then,

that indeed it is okay to feel a little sorry for one's self

but then i am thinking it is also important to continue with high hopes of things getting better...

and so today you find me with high hopes and my overalls on.

my high hopes are for the grocery store,

my kitchen cupboards are positively echoing.

i fear i may require a zimmer frame to complete my one task of the day.

as i know no whereabouts of such a handy contraption, i am taking a volunteer with me.

i am thinking to find a volunteer amongst my delightful offspring i will also be requiring a carrot to dangle in front of them.

for yes indeedy, ten whole weeks of peachy closeness stretch out before us.

school is out and now it is just

me, Mr Vertigo, three teenagers and one pre-teen in close proximity

it would be quite true to say,

i fear for my shiny place,

i fear for Miss Ethel seeing any action,

and most of all i fear for my sanity.

but i have a cunning plan

and

my cunning plan was thought up whilst dallying with Mr Hook.

a cunning plan with a name...

and that name is

the 'high hopes happy' plan.

just saying it makes me feel so much better.

try it for yourselves.

smile a smile to a random passing stranger within your nests

they will stop and

wonder what knowledge could you possibly know that makes you smile in such a way.

and if they by chance enquire, then you may enlighten them

"why i'm thinking about my high hopes happy cunning plan"

they will be intrigued, wishing to know more details

and so dearest readers, for me the 'high hopes happy' plan

is about seeing happy and hopeful things each and every day this summer.

for i hold my hand up high and say,

i am positively shaking at the thought of losing my precious alone time where i do my thinking, my crafting and my rambling...

but i also know i will have that time again.

the time i will not have again is time with my children living altogether,

close by me where i feel like i can keep them safe from the world

even if in reality i cannot.

i need to take the precious moments of good and crappity crap...

listening to them bicker,

the exasperation that comes from the trails they leave behind them,

the moments when you think you will lose it super big time if one more child fights over the telly.

when we sit around the table, another orange colored meal laid out before us

and i look around me, they are laughing, probably at my expense, but none the less laughing together.

when a cup of tea appears by my side, thoughtfully made for me without request,

when i realize i am fast becoming the shortest in the family,

and

indeed listening to "mum, there are no clean undies, where are they?"

yes those are the precious moments

i need to take it all in,

hold on to it whilst i still have it,

see the happy in each and every day

september will roll around fast enough.

Our #1 will have moved so far away across the pond

and the other three will be back in school here.

the shed will take on hushed tones

and i will once again have alone time with my thoughts, my crafting and my ramblings.

with a little bit of luck, we will be left looking back

at a summer of 'happy' and looking forward

to our futures with continuing 'high hopes'

she is off to 'stock up' with her chosen volunteer ~ Tif

Mr Vertigo and his tricky ways...

i must tell you dearest readers,

i am indeed feeling so much more dandier then a few days ago.

and if i blamed my apron neck loop then i fear, i misplaced the blame.

for despite it appearing to be the most obvious culprit in my unfortunate event,

and on close inspection it did play a part in my fall,

it is the doorstep of Mr Vertigo where i shall place the majority of the blame.

for Mr Vertigo appeared a little while ago,

i had hoped to not have the pleasure of his company again.

when he first appeared late one night

i said "drat and darn you Mr Vertigo"

i decided to ignore his dizzying ways and continued at my usual pace,

and i was indeed a fool.

for he is a clever blighter, taking full advantage of my fogginess

and dare i say it, forgetful moments of his arrival within the shed.

and so it came to be on sunday morning

dressed in my eclectic finest and

minutes away from leaving to meet my friend of the utmost kind,

Mr Vertigo seized his moment and pounced.

i strode purposefully in peachy clogs, from the kitchen toward the telly,

hearing the world cup crowd going wild,

in my right hand a plate of chocolate spread,

in my left, a glass of orange juice.

trailing from a hook my apron, quite innocently, of that i am sure.

out of nowhere Mr Vertigo pounced, as quick as a flash,

lassoing my leg with the apron loop

me and my unbalanced ways did not stand a chance.

a few seconds later

my plate and glass left unbroken still within my hands...

my chocolate spread on toast flung far away,

(little olive taking full advantage)

juice dripping down my head

and me, doing a fabby 'life alert' pose

since that moment i have discovered that hardwood flooring is not the softest of landings

and

after a short spell in the land of nurses and doctors, i returned to the shed,

bruised but not broken...

i am delighted to report my right arm is doing a peachy job at getting back up to speed,

thus me tippity tapping today and also dallying with Mr Hook whilst resting on the couch.

my leg is trailing behind a tad,

but nothing a few more days of pottering in slow motion won't fix.

i am now wiser to Mr Vertigo and his tricky ways

i have told him to 'bugger off' several times since my unfortunate event,

so far he appears to not be listening.

but this is okay, for i will not let him bring me down again,

no sirree, i will keep him in my sights

until i see him pack his bags and leave for warmer climates.

and i must tell you, i am hoping it is sooner rather than later

she is thanking you most kindly for caring ~ Tif

the irony of it...

a tale must be told of an unfortunate event for Tif,

her peachy clogs,

her morning plate of chocolate spread on toast,

her glass of orange juice,

the world cup

and

a rogue apron neck loop lurking with intent...

yes indeed,

the tale must be told

but not today

she will be back as soon as her 'owies' are healed ~ Tif

Flea Market Finds

Hello, I'm slowly cutting up my Flea Market Finds so that I can post them off for the exciting Australian Vintage Sheet FQ Swap 2010, (the link is right over there <---- on the side bar) I'm off to my "real Job" again today, bye for now! Leah

an 'ordinarily extraordinary' blanket how to...

before we begin i must just say a little bit about my blanket.

for me i like to do simple crocheting projects,

and this blanket could not be more simpler...

i often wish i was the sort to lay out all the yarn before hand,

and have some clue as to what one is aiming for.

but for me that is never the case,

just as when i sew i rarely know what fabrics will come into play when i begin,

so it is for my crocheting.

for sometime now i have been wishing to make a patchwork blanket,

in my head i saw the large squares, the doilies and the edging

but what i could not see was how i would attach the squares together...

i wished to join them as i went along,

saving me all the joining up at the end, which i'm crappity crap at,

it sends me into a big bad moody person.

i had little clue as to what i was doing when i started out,

but i do believe the handcrafted Gods were smiling down on me.

everything fell into place

as i attached the squares a pretty eyelet pattern appeared

and i think it would be most true to say

i did indeed hug myself with glee.

now my blanket is complete,

i have high hopes that she will become my travelling companion,

she will travel with me to old blighty this summer

and where ever else i may go in the future.

in short i am hopeful, we will grow old together

with all that being said, i will now tell you in words how i made her

but i do have pictures to show the joining up bit...

i can not promise you will be any the wiser after looking at the pictures

and reading my iffy directions,

but as usual, it is what it is and i have done the best i know how.

i used worsted weight yarn,

a mix of acrylic blends i had in my cupboard.

i started my square off with a chain of 30 plus 3

i worked in double crochet US which is treble crochet UK

when i finished my first square i joined in the next color

and continued crocheting, weaving in the ends as i went.

after 5 squares were completed (first strip completed)

i started the next strip, joining the second strip to the first as i went

(see photos below)

i made 4 strips in total of 5 squares

making a blanket of 20 squares total

and measuring around 42" x 48"

for the edging i did a double crochet US stitch in cream

then a row of single crochet US

finishing it off with a simple picot stitch giving it a lovely bobbly trim.

i appliqued on some vintage doilies,

just using simple hand stitching

and voila!

my 'ordinarily extraordinary' blanket was complete.

now for the NITTY GRITTY bit about joining the squares...

i do so hope this has done the trick,

that indeed you are now wiser to how i joined my squares

and not left in a bewildering confused state.

and perhaps you may spend the next month

whilst the World Cup is playing in your living rooms

making your own 'ordinarily extraordinary' blankets with the eyelet join

she is wishing you sunshine and crafting for the weekend ~ Tif

footynote: 'joining up' pictures show my lastest patchwork piece you can see in my hands here.

that is why the colors are little different :)