Getting Back On The Horse

or trying to...

I haven't got much, just a few snaps I've taken recently in an attempt to master my fancy (for me), new camera.
A lack-lustre return - but I figure if I want to keep blogging, I've got to start SOMEwhere, and I reckon posting a few pics is better than nothing. 

Anth's Mum gave us these scales years ago. They hail from an old servo (petrol station) in Rhynie, a little town in the Clare Valley, South Australia. They were probably used to weigh slices of Polony, or Fritz as it's called there. Why is it called Fritz? Did a bloke called Fritz invent it? Beats me, but I don't think so. I have no idea why it was called Polony either. You? Neither word is particularly appetising. Nor is the stuff itself (especially when it dries up around the edges) My kids would rather starve than eat it! (I can hear their gagging sounds now), but I loved my polony and tomato sauce sandwiches when I was little.

Something sweet to temper the 'f' word with.

You could do this with your Christmas lights too (if you haven't packed them away). Please check if it's safe first, because I'm not sure it is, and (obviously!) I'd hate to be responsible for your house burning down. I think led lights would be the go here.

Our new plywood steps. We've been busy. So much to show and tell if I can get my act together here. The vase on our table is West German, not as handsome as some, but it was only 12 bucks. The placemats are by bonnie and neil, not sure if I've mentioned that before. They help keep the Parker looking good, that's for sure.   

This baby, and it really is a baby (7 cm, I measured) is the smallest West German I've found, it had a teeny, tiny price tag too. One dollar. I found it yesterday at an op-shop, en route to have lunch with my Mum.

I've never seen anything quite like/as lovely as this little floor mat, have you? It reminds me of a great big multi-coloured Dahlia. Handmade from old tee shirts.

Anth gave me the apple ice bucket for Christmas a few years ago. It's a bit battered and bruised but I don't mind that. It's lovely re-discovering old treasures you've forgotten you had. We've done alot of that lately. 

Concrete in our jungle.

Ouch flower macrame, vintage Japanese pottery.

 

Want to learn to make your own? Pop over to Pippa's Knot School for an easy step-by-step how to and get stringy with it. I am. While you're there, read Pippa's post on artistic integrity, it's all about respect in my opinion.

 

Well, I've got a long way to go, camera and blog wise. Both need more practice. We'll see...

 

Wondering if I should hit the publish button, take care and thanks for reading x