CROCHET AWAY THOSE WINTER BLUES

Starburst grannysquares and balls of secondhand wool
Dylan’s mum has a blanket, painstakingly crocheted by her granny from her grandchildren’s old jumpers, too worn to go through another cycle of unravel and reknit.
How beautiful imagining each colour having had so many different lives!

Cuddled up in the brightly coloured wrap, looking at rain putting a hold to my days adventures, I decided to be inspired rather than discouraged.

Winter gets into my bones, I hate it. In Melbourne it doesn’t magically float down over the land in delicate drifts, as I romantically (and probably erroneously) imagine it does in Europe and the Americas. Instead it splutters and it drizzles.
 

A pathetic
overcast sulker

 
that turns lettuces bitter without the payoff of a snowball fight montage!


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BOWS AND BIRDIES

When I got a little bonus at work I knew where it  wanted to go (it told me so, I promise).

I had been resisting for months, checking Nadinoo‘s website with longing waiting for the day that the sweet little cape and pinafore would disappear…but instead they went on sale.

As they were being hand stitched just for me, I colour coded my wardrobe so that when they arrived they’d have a nice place to live. Then little paper packages and a lovely note. Each garment peeping through the paper was more darling than the last, beautiful fabrics, adorable detailing. Wearing the cape to work I was smiling like a goose, and twirled like a child when no one was looking. Hehe dress-ups!

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LITTLE TREASURES

On the way home from a morning ramble through the Queen Victoria Market we came upon a little antique store and all the pretty things without price labels begged us to enter. The owner looked one part surly to two part enigmatic, the perfect countenance for bargaining I suppose, I am neither surly nor enigmatic and avoid bargaining where possible. But my dearest spotted a collection of sweet little tins, that are my one true weakness, and and I selected one to go home with me with its funny little grain travellers label and the darling timber Kraft Cheese box. One for my tiny treasures and the other for my larger ones.

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SHOES IN A LUNCHBOX

The magical thing about pre-loved treasures is that they have already had a little life of their own before they come to live with you. I found these darlings at Coral Vintage on etsy. I made the gamble that the oxfords would fit because they were firstly adorable and just what I was looking for and secondly because they had once lived with a former 1950’s Miss America which is a highly entertaining thought. Luckily for me they fit perfectly, but they’re just too lovely to wear! Waiting for a special occasion.  The lunch tin with the brass pin is the perfect place for my watercolour things to live. The hat…it’s the red feather that killed me dead.

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