Lost ...

... in instagram. I've only recently started but I can see how people get addicted.  Will I ever escape from instagram? Will I ever come back to this page? I don't know but until I can break free you can find me here.

I may be busy but I'm still thrifting ...

Technically this is more shopping secondhand than thrifting but I promise I still hit the thrift stores with a passion ... on the way to work. Just a quick pic of Kelvin and Mickey dragging home my latest score, an old metal sign. This will look great on my dark navy walls. If I find the time to put it up I'll snap a picture or two.

I'm still here

I'm just swamped with exciting developments. I'll be able to reveal all soon but for now please excuse my absence just a tad longer. Here's a little tease.

Went to the trade fairs in Sydney weeks ago and didn't buy these for my house. Bought the big one below instead. Bad iPhone pics sorry! Sourced lots of wonderful little and not so little things for the the big thing I am not allowed to talk about yet.

Was involved in opening this ... still waiting for some more floor lighting and a huge mirror to go where the ladder is. They swear it is on a truck coming from Melbourne ...

And working on this... that's all I can show you for now otherwise I will have to kill you. Lots of pics and details soon when all can be revealed. So excited.

A little omen

Thank you for all your kind words. I have found it difficult to revisit the last post. The thought of that cheeky little feathered bugger still makes me tear up. Things will be OK though. The new old house moves on and brings a smile to my face when I least expect it.

It has been a wild and woolly wet weekend here in Queensland. An ex tropical cyclone has tracked down the coast dumping hundreds and hundreds of millimeters of rain. My town is about to flood again. We are safe on our hill but my heart goes out to those who will lose their homes and possessions to the water and mud for a second time in two years. With gale force winds and horizontal rain there was little we could do on this Australia Day long weekend, so we worked on the house. Scraping, scraping, scraping away the paint to expose the bricks in the breezeway. A slow process but, I hope, a worthwhile one. Then I found this under layers of old paint. A little drawing of a bird in flight left there a long, long time ago. Even if I hate the "shabby" exposed brick and decide to repaint I'll leave this small part of the wall just as it is. For Puki.

Tears

It is a sad time in the new old house. My beloved feathered baby Puki died suddenly yesterday. My husband raced him to the vet but he was already gone. We don't know what was wrong and couldn't bring ourselves to allow an autopsy. It doesn't matter how. What matters is that he is gone. I can't believe how much I came to love that funny little bird in the 18 months we had him. I have no recent photos of him but at least I have my painting in my office. Perhaps I'll finish it now. Love you Puki.