Cosy Corner

Still nesting… I swear my little crow gets moved around at least 400 times before I find a spot for him.  He’s very fussy about where he goes (or, at least, I am) and doesn’t like to be somewhere that’s not in full view.  So, he’s sitting atop my brand new butler’s trolley / display cabinet thingy.  I love it – it’s so cute.  Room for books and knick-knacks and other stuff (ie junk) that needs to be quickly shoved into a drawer when people come over.

I don’t always buy brand new things – normally I am a hunt-around-until-you-find-it-second-hand kind of girl, but I wanted to have a few new things for myself this time.  Especially this piece – it’s quirky and colourful and just a bit different.  It matches with everything else and yet stands out at the same time. And Mr Crow seems to like it🙂


I’m still in a mess everywhere, but am resigned to being in that state for quite some time.  Setting up a home takes a while and I want to get things right, not just chuck stuff around the rooms and say “that’ll do”.   So I am doing little bits at a time – that way it is less overwhelming.  I’m still struggling with motivation about life in general right now (got a lot going on and my brain has decided to just not deal with ANYTHING) so putting stuff away and being tidy is not exactly a priority (I say that like it is EVER a priority for me).  But the more little cosy corners I have, the happier I feel.  Eventually, my whole house will be one big cosy corner – I hope so, anyway.

May your home be happy today and always x


Quote for the Day : For Want of an Understanding Ear

“…The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of because words diminish them–words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within, not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear…”

–Stephen King



Craft Room Sneak Peak

I would like to say that I am being much more organised and tidy in my new house, but my pants would immediately perform an act of self-combustion, and then I would have another mess on my hands, not to mention one less pair of pants, so I shall tell the truth : I am hopeless.  I have not gained any organisational skills and am still unable to keep a well-presented home.

To be fair, I have only just moved and I know these things take time.  Or, at least, that’s what everyone keeps telling me.  They don’t specify how much time, but apparently it is a reasonable amount and I should milk it for all it is worth.  I am mostly struggling with knowing where to put everything (having ditched a lot of my old storage items before I moved, like an idiot).  And I want it to look nice too, so I am focusing on making things look pretty, instead of just finding homes for it all.  There’s a big part of me that just wants to get rid of everything and start over.

I’m also struggling a lot with the old black dog right now and trying to ignore it isn’t working.  I was planning on starting to exercise again this week, go for a walk around my new neighbourhood etc, but I injured my foot badly (don’t even ask me how because I don’t honestly know – I think it was getting up and down a ladder on the weekend, but I’m worried it is plantar fasciitis) and I am hobbling around like an old woman.  I also have a very painful rib which was, possibly, caused by some over-zealous hugging from my youngest nephew a couple of weeks ago.  He squeezed me like a tube of toothpaste and, although it was very sweet and appreciated, I was very sore afterwards and now feel like I actually have a cracked rib.  I know I don’t – he’s only 7 and I doubt he’s strong enough to break someone’s rib – but it hurts.  I do have a bit of a weak spot on that side, having damaged it before, so it’s not totally surprising, but is is annoying and makes me feel even more feeble. (NB : note to said nephew’s Mother – don’t be mad at him.  It’s not his fault his Aunt is a bit pathetic, and I will take a hug from him, or any of his brothers and sisters, any day of the week.  And it is also possible I hurt it some other way, like coughing or breathing weird or bashing in to something…because I actually do that quite often).

So, all I want to do right now is sleep (which I am also not doing very well at the moment – it is eluding me every night and I am waking up later and later each morning) and not do anything.  Again, failing as an adult.  I did do my dishes last night though, so yay me!

But, I know I will get things sorted and have things the way I want them.  I can be a tad hard on myself and not allow myself any downtime.  I’ve nearly sorted my craft room/office and am itching to get stuck into some projects, especially as the weather is starting to warm up and I don’t need to be tucked up in the lounge room, practically sitting on top of the heater in order to keep warm.  One side of my craft room looks like this :


…so neat! So orderly!

…And then the other side looks like this…


…I like to call this the “Giving up on Life” side of the room🙂

So, as I said, it is getting there.  I just have to whittle away at the mess and chaos and try not to be impatient about it.  I can only do so much when I am working full time and I have to give the black dog some room too (should probably give him a permanent basket in the corner, quite honestly).  I am still very, very grateful to have my own place (it honestly hasn’t sunk in yet, although the panic about paying for it has) and am trying to remember that and that I can take as long as I like to get it just right. Basically, I am just aiming for being able to see the floor at this stage!

Hope you are happy and settled and have order and peace in your little corner of the world.



Things I Just Don’t Understand

There are many things I can comprehend.  Well, not many, but at least a few.  There are, however, lots of things I do not understand, such as :

  1. Rainfall : the measurement of – I do not understand when the weather people say we have had 13mm of rain.  I don’t get it.  13mm doesn’t sound like much.  Is it per square inch or square metre or something? I can’t wrap my brain around this. I know I could look it up but I can’t be bothered.  I prefer a little mystery in my life.
  2. Kim and Kanye – why are we still talking about them?  Why am I even talking about them?  What are they for?  What purpose do they serve?  I do, however, think they are the most perfect pairing in the Universe.  Never before have two human beings been so exquisitely matched.  They are the first people in history to marry their own selves.  That is quite an achievement, you have to admit.
  3. Aeroplanes – I know there is science and physics and stuff involved, but I can’t think about them up in there in the sky without hurting my brain.  How do they stay up there?  Aren’t they, y’know, heavy?  Sometimes I think it’s magic.  Yes, that’s it, it’s magic.  So, shhhh, clap your hands and believe.  Don’t break the spell.  Especially if I am flying somewhere at the time.
  4. I don’t deal well with flat-pack furniture.  I can’t understand the instructions (which, let’s face it, are generally in a foreign language, even if they’re technically written in English) and I always end up with extra bits and pieces.  I also swear a lot. Sometimes I cry whilst swearing and curse the fact this shelving unit/cabinet/bed frame has come straight from the devil and has obviously been sent to drive me insane.
  5. Putting on quilt covers – actually, I just figured this one out this week so, technically, it is now something I do understand.  Putting a quilt cover on has always been something I do not do well.  In fact, it is something that literally reduces me to tears in a very short space of time. So, generally, I just don’t do it at all.  However, after seeing this amazing video on Youtube, I am now able to change a quilt cover in mere minutes, seconds even if I practice lots.  It has been a revelation to me.  I am one step closer to being an adult.  I might have to make the bed more now though…
  6. Maths – pretty sure maths is some sort of devilry.  And algebra is like the high-priestess of evil.  As soon as you put letters and little tiny numbers next to bigger numbers and start asking why X = 5, you’ve lost me.  I literally  lose all sense of time and black out just a little bit.  Ask me how to work out 30% off in a sale and I am your girl, though.
  7. Sewing – My Mum recently showed me how to take up / hem my own pants.  It was a triumph (for me) but somewhat of a traumatic experience for my Mum.  I think she needed a lie-down afterwards.  Possibly something alcoholic.  Sewing is a very technical thing and requires precision.  I am not precise in anything I do, therefore failure in anything haberdashery-esque is guaranteed.  But I do have several pairs of pants I can walk around in now without treading on the hems.
  8. Tax – The Australian Taxation Office hates me.  I earn a very basic wage, not substantial by anyone’s definition.  I have enough and am grateful for that.  The ATO, however, considers my wages to be EXTRAVAGANT in the extreme, and taxes me accordingly.  Every. Year.  I get screwed.  I have been putting off doing this year’s tax return because I know it will result in a big bill and I can’t cope with that right now.  Next year will be different because I will have less savings (hello mortgage!) so maybe they will see me as less wealthy and take pity on me.  I am also easily confused by the tax return itself.  If you’ve ever seen that episode of Black Books, where Bernard is attempting to do his tax return, you will know what I mean.  Again, there is swearing and possibly tears.  It’s probably because there is maths involved.
  9. Water – I try to understand the chemical composition and how it makes water, but then I develop a migraine and have to go away and sit in a dark room.  Plus how is it clear?  Who made that a thing?  Every child in the history of the world, when they are colouring in a picture of a glass of water, colours it blue.  This is fact.  Then water falls from the sky and someone tries to measure it and then I get confused again.  It’s all too hard.  If it was cheese I would understand it.  Cheese doesn’t confuse me.
  10. Why people can’t fill the kettle at work – This is my ultimate frustration.  I fill the kettle about five or six times a day.  AT LEAST. Considering there are only a handful of us at work now (thank you, funding cuts!), I do not understand why this is happening.  I drink a lot of tea so I use the kettle a lot, but I always make sure I leave water in it for the next person.  I do not empty the kettle and then leave it like that.  It drives me bananas.  I have even written notes and put up posters that say “Please refill kettle after use!” but still, the kettle is always empty and sad.  It’s so rude!  I just want to slap people on a regular basis. Don’t get me started on the people who leave a teaspoon of milk in the carton and put it back in the fridge.  What is that about???  What kind of primitive society are we living in???

There are many, many other things in the world that confuse me (Donald Trump, I am talking to you!)  but I’m sure you don’t need to hear about them all.  I just needed something to write about while my craft output is lacking.  And, also, the kettle thing seriously drives me insane.  It might lead to a breakdown.  I’m not even kidding.

Hope your day is making sense to you.  Thanks for popping by🙂




Pottin’ Up

As mentioned before, I am quite a neglectful gardener.  I go through phases where I am all about gardening and taking care of things, and then I fall into a state of meh.  Translation : I forget to water things, allow plants to become root-bound, let things die, and basically just get really slack where anything plant-related is concerned.

Moving house is a time in which you forget all about your garden and focus entirely on more pressing matters.  Your garden does not get a look in.  It withers and crumbles in front of your weary eyes as you stumble about looking for boxes.  When you’ve actually moved into your new place, you notice how sad and near-death everything looks.  Then you pretend you didn’t notice and avert your eyes.  Or, if you’re a crazy person like me, you apologise to your plants on a daily basis and promise them the sun and moon if they will just stay alive until you can sort them out.


This weekend I did lots of re-potting.  Many of my succulents had outgrown their pots and were trying to escape by falling over and/or sending out roots into the air in the hope of finding new ground.  It was a sorry spectacle.  My kalanchoes were so pathetic they barely resembled kalanchoes at all, and I had a couple of cacti that had definitely seen better days and probably wouldn’t see many more if I didn’t attend to them soon.


I have a very sunny, enclosed outdoor area which is pretty perfect for succulents.  It’s warm and protected from the weather.  It also means that, when I am little Miss Green Thumbs, I am also warm and protected from the weather.  I have some fears that, in Summer, it will be like a hothouse/sauna, but for now it is useful and perfect fro my needs.  I have my little citronella candle a-burnin’ near my potting table, so I don’t get eaten alive by mosquitoes (they love me) and it is suitably near to the kitchen so I can make tea (very important).

Anyway, I re-potted kalanchoes and echeveria, pelargoniums, haworthias, cacti and aeoniums and gave them all better homes.  Some will need re-potting again soon but at least they can have a bit of respite in the meantime.  And I can feel less guilty.  I have some other plants that need my attention too, so will try and get those done this week.


So, my plants and I are settling in to our new digs and trying to make sense of a different environment and lifestyle.  I was starting to feel a little bit root-bound myself, so it is good to start afresh and make plans for the new growth, instead of letting rot set in (did you like that little analogy there?🙂 )

Hope you are blooming wherever you are planted x



Moving on…

So I have moved.  Moved away from my little unit and into a bigger (though still small by most people’s standards) townhouse.  The move itself was not too stressful.  The removalists I hired were WONDERFUL.  I thoroughly recommend PMA Removals if you’re in the Perth area. They were two young guys – a bit on the cheeky side but super nice and polite – who turned up on time (in fact, early) and got the job done in record time.  We started just after 7am and were done by 10:30 in the morning!  Nothing was too much trouble for them and they didn’t slack off or whine about having to go up stairs.  They were very respectful and quite charming🙂  Cute too, truth be told, ha ha (but I’m old enough to be their mother…sigh…).  I was so anxious beforehand because I had had dodgy movers in the past, but these guys made it almost enjoyable and completely stress-free.  Very affordable too.  All in all, a great service and I would definitely use them again.

My new neighbour caused a bit of an issue because she refused to trim her shrubbery and trees around the common driveway (which makes it hard for anyone to get in or out).  In the end she let us cut back part of the tree which was growing very low near my car port, but wouldn’t allow us to prune the conifer trees which are extending about a metre into the driveway.  I didn’t want to argue.  There’s probably some clause I could cite re common areas and whatnot, but I had no desire to get into a debate with my brand new neighbours.  I just “accidentally” brush into the trees when I am backing out.  It’s kinda hard not to.

I like the house.  It has its issues and it is not perfect by any means, but neither am I so it’s a good fit🙂   Unfortunately, on my week off, I injured my back and so I have been unable to move all the boxes and finish unpacking everything.  There’s stuff everywhere and I so want it to be tidy (unlike my last place…) but at the moment there is not a lot I can do about it.  My craft room is ENORMOUS and I might actually use it as a craft room (how novel!) and not bring all my junk into the dining room.  I’ve taken one of the smaller rooms as my bedroom – how much room do I need? – and so the craft room is very spacious and also bright, which is excellent as my unit was so dark and trying to do anything on overcast days or after 3pm was very difficult if you actually wanted to see what you were doing.

I miss my garden.  Being Spring, everything was in bloom and looking green and luscious and lush.  At the moment I have no garden – just sand – and, other than my own plants in pots, it is devoid of anything living.  I miss my lovely azaleas (cuttings were strategically taken before I moved out though!) and the general green-ness of my unit garden, but I will work on my own plot now and make it nice, hopefully.  There are plenty of birds around my new neighbourhood so I am hoping to attract them in with natives and flowering plants. My Mum has been busy potting up lots of suitable cuttings from her own very successful (and beautiful) garden, so that I have lots of plants to work with and don’t have to buy too many, which can end up being very costly.

I miss being by the water but, if I’m honest and sensible, it’s not like I went and took advantage of the River every day.  My walking regime had fallen by the wayside months ago so I can’t really say I miss walking by the water on a daily basis.  My new neighbourhood is hardly a slum and, if I take the time to investigate a bit, I’m sure I will find nice places to walk and soak up some sun and fresh air.  At the moment it is too flipping cold to do either of those things. Plus I am very lazy and feeling the need to hibernate and nest and generally just hide.

I have made a new friend.  A lovely black and white cat I have named Bernard.  Bernard may well be a Bernadette – we’re not that intimately acquainted yet for me to have found out – but he is so smoochy and friendly and seems intent on coming into my house.  I’m not sure who he belongs to but he seems to like hanging out in my non-existent garden and sleeping under the front hedges.  I was so pleased to meet him – a cat makes everything better.  Will have to watch him around my visiting birds, but hopefully they can keep out of his way.

The drive to and from work isn’t too heinous and, once I figured out where I was going without getting lost, seems to be comparable with my former commute.  Which is good because I am always running late in the mornings.

I have lots of nice shops nearby – not quite on my doorstop like before – including a great fruit and veg grocer who has lovely produce at VERY low prices.  I have a supermarket within walking distance plus a vet clinic just up the road (for when I get my kitties!).  There is a bus stop just outside my place which is handy if I am without my car, and I am only minutes away from a major shopping centre (and a really nice bead shop – score!).

So, I am getting settled.  I am relieved that the whole moving process is over, even if the unpacking saga is not.  I still have to buy a few extra bits of furniture – mostly storage items – and there is still some figuring out to do, in terms of where everything is going to go.  I have grand plans for the place but my imagination may be bigger than my budget.  We’ll see.  At the moment I just want to get everything cleared and tidy and habitable.  I want to be able to have friends and family over and not have them stepping over boxes.

I want my home to be happy and comfortable and cosy and colourful and a place where I feel safe and content.  I want visitors to feel the same.  I want to decorate to my own tastes and not be dictated to be fashion or trends.  I want it to be slightly cluttered (I don’t think there is much chance of it being anything else!) but in a good way.  I’m not into the whole open plan kind of living.  I don’t like the spartan or minimalist look.  Basically, if I could transport Kelly Rae Roberts’ décor into my own house, I’d be pretty happy🙂

I am so very grateful to have my own home.  I still wake up sometimes and think “Wow – this is mine!” and it is very hard to get out of the rental mindset, that I can actually do what I want now and no one has a say in it except for me.  I also sometimes wake up and think “Oh God! I have to look after this on my own now and pay for everything!” which is a little scary.  But I guess the “new-home-owner” panic will subside eventually.

Sorry for the sporadic and not-very-interesting posts lately.  Haven’t had time for crafting or much of anything and it’s going to take me a while to get sorted and back into the swing of things.  But when I do, watch out!🙂

Take care, everyone x