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It’s been a while since I’ve updated you on my housie progress, firstly I didn’t have much to say (I don’t tend to do a lot in the super hot months of January and February), then I got busy studying…now I’m on holidays and trying to catch up on the last 6 months of my life because pretty much everything went on hold while I studied.
One thing that did happen in my blogging downtime was my bed broke…and the new bed I purchased took about 3 months to arrive (it was supposed to take 1.5-2 months).
I can’t tell you that sleeping on a mattress on the floor was fun, it wasn’t. I did it for a prolonged period of time in my 20s, which is an acceptable age to undertake such activities. However sleeping on a mattress on the floor for a prolonged period of time in your 30s is just not cool. Getting up off the floor every morning = ARGH: so many pains, so much stiffness, so much feeling like a nanna.
To console myself at loss of bed and 6-8 week wait, I may have purchased a(nother) new Sheridan bedspread from Myer (on sale, 40%off, BARGAIN) in a beautiful blue paint drips and splotches pattern: very me.
Interestingly, both myself and Le Amazant Monsieur H and The Divine Miss K own the same make of bed, purchased around the same time from the same store. Theirs broke about a week before mine did: clearly there was a time limit on this model.
Luckily I had a heap of plastic crates filled with boots and handbags underneath the bed, so it didn’t fall very far and everyone escaped serious injury.
Note to all gentlemen: this is why the ladies have so many handbags and boots, which they store in crates underneath their beds: to prevent serious injury in case of bed breakage. Totally a preventive OH&S thing.
Finally my new bed arrived (minus the delivery fee because of the delay), after 11 weeks of waiting. It’s a pretty basic model: 4 stained pine legs with a base covered in black linen-look cloth. I plan to make a bed head at some point, but it will do as is for now. I also purchased a new mattress, so it’s all brand, brand new.
As for my old bed? It was sad to see it go, end of an era and all. But it’s going to live on elsewhere as I’m donating the frame and the slats to The Garden Goddess who wants to use them as climbing support for beans and to make totem poles out of the slats. When they are installed I will see if she will let me share a few pics of its new form in situ 🙂
I’ve been working out the front today:
- Weeding the front garden bed
- Pouring boiling water on the weeds in the paving
- Tying up the broad beans
- Pruning the harbingera so it doesn’t throttle the bamboo and training the remnants to cover the rest of the fence
There were a couple of offcuts from my pruning, so I created a table decoration with it:
Two punnets of watercress planted into some matching celadon coloured glazed pots that I had hanging about, makes a cheap functional centrepiece for dinner with the gals.
By day the two pots of watercress live in a deep saucer which is always topped up with water – keeping them lush, healthy and incredibly abundant. By night they get put into the matching celadon coloured saucers and dragged inside to be a simple centrepiece when entertaining:
While I am actually gunning for a plainer knitted pouf and have been dropping copious hints to my little sister and two of my friends who knit (I have even found free patterns FREE. PATTERNS; to help with this), I may have to change the scope of my hints as of today.
Because who doesn’t want a knitted pouf in the shape of the highest mountain in Sweden?
It’s an awesome use of the winter/ski knit style and I love it. I love it to death right now.
Of course, I do still love puff daddy:
And puff daddy will go with my decor plus I think he will be slightly easier to knit. But: Swedish mountain pouf!
Wait…there is nothing to stop me having two poufs in my life, is there now?
I was given a beautiful present by two of my booooos. It’s a lovely brass bhuddist statue and they bought with them all the way back from Bali. If that statue could talk, it would have some tales to tell, methinks.
In the meantime, it is hanging with the peace lily and giving my hallway a certain je ne sais calme:
I’ve managed to tick another thing to do off my list of things to do. Or should I say, off one of my lists of things to do? Because there are many. And they change. And multiply. And get longer. My things to do lists are more prolific than the breadth of lists created by John Cusack in Hi Fidelity.
I managed to get not one, but two peace lilies to fill the planter in my hallway – the one that has been screaming “Peace Lily” at my shoes every time I walk out the door:
Finally, the herb planter I had to have when I moved in has come in handy by containing something that loves and flourishes in the dim, grey comfort that is casa moi (other than my feline overlords and shoe collection, that is).
The herbs I attempted to grow in the planter had…limited….success when I perched it on the the dining alcove window indoors. And, although it would get more light, I couldn’t have it on the kitchen window sill as it was just too messy and a little bit of my aesthetic soul got eaten away every time I did the washing up and had to look at the window sill (the sink being immediately below it).
(You’ll be pleased to know I managed to rehouse the herbs in the laundry trough out the back, where they are flourishing and the sight of them does not eat any part of my aesthetic soul away and they have contributed on numerous occasions to dinner. All of which is great news.)
I was briefly tempted by a pink/green variation of the peace lily, but in the end decided that was too much commitment to a specific (girly) colour. Given, I’ll be switching paintings in and out of the hallway I really need something plain, pure and neutral. And to me, green and white is neutral.