Thursday, April 5, 2012
An Order of Jam
What a lovely reminder of a woman that enjoyed the art of homemade.
Her jam was legendary!!
And now are the last jars I'll ever receive. My husband keeps asking when I'll start using the jam, but for whatever reason I'm hesitant to open them. I just can't. So I'll keep taking pictures of them for a little while yet, till I get up the courage to have a little on toast.
The wooden box I have them in is a wonderful little gem that we found when we moved into this house. My husband was actually using it to store powerpoints and electrical gear downstairs in his workshop - silly man, didn't he realise what a vintage treasure he had... nope, and probably thinks I've gone a bit daft too.
The box has such a wonderful worn appearance, I'll be most certainly featuring it in a lot more of my photos. I can imagine it sitting proud on a floating shelf in the sitting room, holding all sorts of bits and bobs (and books) - or even on the dining table with a load of lovely white candles!
Cheerio!
L
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Filing Cabinet Project - Finally Finished!
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| oh, veneer! what can we do with you? |
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| Two coats of Zinnsers waterbased primer |
| added a little white to the chalkboard paint = lovely grey! |
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Missing you!
| Emily & Gran |
So I thought, it might do me some good to write a little bit about them every now and then, to document my memories (before I lose them) and as a little bit of therapy. I hope to one day look back here, read this and remember.
So here's a snippet..
It's funny, I'll always remember the smells around their house when arriving for a visit - a beach smell mixed with home cooking a roast with vegies, or baking a lovely batch of rock cakes. I hope I never forget that smell! A hug and kiss from gran, a wave to grand-dad out in the garden, then into the kitchen for a cup of tea and a biccie ( and a chin wag of course!)
The house always smelled amazing, so fresh yet old fashioned at the same time, and I loved being there. There I go talking about smell again, perhaps I have a sensitive nose, but I have always been driven by scent (I won't count the number of times I've bought a new book and the first thing I do is stick my nose into it to smell the new pages - weird? Yes, very).
I never realized how heartbreaking it could be to lose someone so close, I must be so naive having reached the grand old age of 36 and not lose anyone so close. So I never could understand.
Cheerio for now,
L

