Anthony:

great taste in chairs,

(no fancy, retro Instagram filters involved here - this is the real deal)



Women Woman (obviously, ha-ha!),

and Australian Pottery.

Feast your eyes on the contents of a little pressie he gave me few
days ago:

1960's/1970's Eric Juckert dish

 

(there's a United Nations of pottery on our sidey. Handsome Germans, good-looking Italians, your Nana's pottery class rejects - they're all welcome at our place!)

 

look at that beautiful ox blood coloured glaze

 

1960's/1970's Eric Juckert vase

 

(I picked up the little boy mould at a local oppy a couple of days ago. Creepy? I don't think so, although others do...) 

 

this piece has a gorgeous olive green underglaze beneath the black

 

Lucky girl aren't I?!

 

Anth bought them from Australian Pottery at Bemboka. They've got a very nice Ellis Charger for sale as I type (and a small cat too btw - everyone loves these at the moment) If you're interested, you can see them here.

 

The Rameking has written a very informative post about Eric Juckert here if you would like more info.

 

I have also gone crazy (to the tune of fifty cents!) and bought myself a little pressie of the pottery variety -

 

the little mustard vase on the left. I'm not sure if it's W.German or a wanna be?

 

It's got the right texture and I love the colour, so who care's right?!

 

(another multi-cultural still-life, this time on our kitchen table)

 

Thanks for reading.

 

After Frocktober, I feel like I'm starting this blog all over again. From the beginning...I'll plod along for a while and see how I go. The heart is willing, the brain? well, that's another matter. Entirely.

 

 

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Frocktober Honour Roll

Before I sign-off for a while,

(I will pop back down the track to show you our kitchen reno Mel - and our bathroom and laundry when they're finally finished too! I've decided to continue blogging although somewhat sporadically, instead of out and out quitting like I did a couple of months ago. I've really enjoyed 'chatting' to you all again, and I'd miss you if I stopped completely)

I would like to say thank-you to all of the lovely people who sponsored my Frocktober effort. They are (in no particular order):

Gillian, Lea, Jay, Sally, Rachel, Donna, Anita, Fiona, Sian, Patti, Annie, Claire (NZ), Leisa, Helga, Hannapat, Rebecca, Vanessa, Sarah (WA), Bernice, Tania, Julianne, Nelly (Vic), Angie, Nadya, Jane, Linda, Imogen, Mel, Max, Terry and Maryse, Daisy, Claire (UK), Nelly (WA), Gaye, Pippa, Sally, Bron, Carmel, Anne, Sandy, Sarah, Sue, Tove, Dana, Curtise, Gaye (my sister), Woolfy, Tam, Vicki, Zara, Tanya, Claire O, Adelaide (my gorgeous daughter), Vicky, Megan, Al, Loo and Anth.

I hope I haven't missed anyone. Please let me know if I have and I will add your name to the list.

Posing in front of my Dad's broad bean crop in my tutu-esque first holy communion dress, 1972. I got in so much trouble for getting my socks dirty.

 

I would also like to thank:

 

the frock shoppers: Lea, Julianne, Allana, Vicky and Em.

 

my gorgeous Guest Frocksters: Georgia-Rose, Nelly, Curtise, Vanessa, Helga, Julianne, Donna, Dana, and Sue.

 

my beautiful Prom Queens: Al, Carmel and Pippa.

 

My sister Tricia and I, frocked-up for flower girl duties, 1971.

 

the sharers: ace fellow bloggers for spreading the word and sharing a link back to mine: Julianne, Donna, Pippa, Linda, Carmel, Vanessa, Curtise, Claire, Gillian, Sally, Anne, Georgia-Rose, Tove, Al and Eilis.

 

and my photographers (sometimes make-up artistes): Anth, Adelaide and Annabel.

 

 

So Frocktober's done and dusted.

 

Wearing a frock a day and dabbing a bit of lippy on was easy. Having my photo taken (and publishing it) was (and still is) challenging, but your supportive comments and generous donations made it much easier. At the end of the day we raised a lot of money for research into ovarian cancer. 2000 bucks. We did good, and I couldn't have done it without you. Thanks guys x

Bridesmaid, 1976. Check that carpet!

 

I'll end with this quote from Annie Hall (1977):

 

"Love is too weak a word for what I feel - I luuurve you, I loave you, I luff you"    

 

Alvy Singer (Woody Allen)

 

p.s. if you decide to frock-up for Frocktober next year, I've got your back, okay.