Jikana Damaru: 02/28/12

I want this for my bedroom NOW please...

Last night I caught up on some taped frivolity I recorded while I was away (hey - can't miss highbrow unmissable shows like "The real housewives of Beverley Hills" or "Dance Moms" now can I?!). But I also watched last weeks episode of Selling Houses Australia; one of my absolute faves... and my heart did a little leap when I saw this:

I need to make one for my bedroom. Like, right this very second if not sooner. I did some research on the program and apparently the assistant whipped it up from an 'old craft magazine' - but WHICH ONE AND WHERE CAN I GET MY HANDS ON IT, DAMMIT!

It kinda looks like paper cones all threaded together somehow. But it's the 'somehow' that's got me stumped. I'm not giving up though folks, that sculpture will be mine. Oh yes it will!

What have you uncovered this week thus far that has made your heart skip a beat?

... or maybe I am.

I've been thinking a lot about my last post. I'm rather sorry I wrote it. Yes, I know.

This is all coming from me. I haven't received any hate mail (although I possibly deserve it!) and I thought the comments left on my post were considered and thoughtful. No, it's me. Wondering about what I said and thinking that it wasn't quite right.

I think I see 'sorry' as 'regretful'. I don't regret a lot of things, but I want you to know that I am not a bull battering through the feelings shop (most of the time). If I have hurt someone, or done something wrong, I am the first in line to apologise. I was raised to put other people first in my life and consider their feelings, so when I get it wrong (or when I decide to just be a bitch and hurt them regardless, as we all do in anger from time to time), I am very quickly humbled and remorseful. I am acutely aware of other people's feelings so often I just know when I've trod carelessly, but I hope I am open enough for someone to tell me when I got it wrong. Tell me, and I'll do everything I can to fix it. Everything.

But I stand by the fact that looking back on my life, there is not a lot of carry-over things I'm sorry for. I hope that I have made amends for wrong-doings as I've gone along. Squared it away, made peace, moved on and here I am.

Thank you for listening.

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Sunlight

Very pleased with my capture while crossing the Sydney Harbour Bridge last Friday evening - one of those magical summer's days (that have been a little rare this year) - blue skies, no wind and a perfect sunset.

The city didn't look so bad either from our dinner table.

I always hate farewelling summer and can't wait for it to come around again - what is your favourite season?

metalwork...

Mum's vintage scales are wonderful, but my shot doesn't quite do them justice. They need in a rustic kitchen setting with an old slab table, draped in linen or hessian cloth. We've had the cow bells for years. Found them on our farm in one of the old shearer's huts. The same one containing my dressing table (a dilapidated piece carefully restored by dad) that I hope to photograph soon. The things you find in the back paddock...

snap it { sky }

hello & welcome. this weeks topic is {sky} please add your snap it blog post to the list below. & thank you for joining in.

i think our summer days of sun & heat are coming to an end. the past few days have been filled with stormy skies. & lots of rain.

next weeks topic is far away

Ella May ~ My Little Vintage Caravan

Today I wanted to introduce you to Ella May, a little vintage caravan. I met her at The Vintage Wedding Fair and what a cutie she is! Decked out in the prettiest florals, crochet blankets and whimsical British flag cushions she is a delight to behold. She is available to hire for weddings, photo shoots and vintage tea parties, has seating and space for afternoon tea for up to nine people. Oh, and her cupboards are full of retro games, magazines and toys for you to discover!

Have a sweet day!

I'm not even sorry that I'm not especially sorry

I've loved reading some of the posts on Edenland's Fresh Horses linky thingymajig this week. The 'I'm sorry' week. What people are sorry for is amazingly revealing.

Or not. Most of the sorrys seem to be pretty much the same when you really think about it: sorry I'm not perfect.

I'm not sorry for much at all.

I'm aware that there are things I did or didn't do. Roads I took or didn't take. Unmentionables I said or didn't say. All the stuff and nonsense that make up a life, that make up a heart, that make up a me. There's loads of things to be sorry about, I suppose. But I'm not especially sorry.

Aware, but not sorry. Learning, trying, remembering, bettering... but still not sorry.

I'm not crawling around looking for reasons to hate myself. Slithering into corners to mull over my problems or wonder about the couldhaveshouldhavewouldhaves. I'm not over-analysing all the little bits of little that went wrong for me, for him, for her, for you.

I'm not sorry. What's there really to be sorry about? That we're human? That we fail / succeed / fuck-up / get it right / forget / remember / enjoy / loathe / live / breathe? That we breathe?

No, I'm not especially sorry. And I'm not sorry for that either.

Do you apologise a lot?

Do you apologise to yourself a lot?

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