I spy.

Prosecco (i)

Prosecco (ii)

The Home Paddock.

After the river

We walk up the hill

You in front

The gloss of your silt heavy hair

A firework, a flare

Lighting the way

And I follow

Cicada song

Fills my heart

Burning like bees

My bright honey blood

Sails ever onwards

Slow and thick

With longing

Our bare heels

Strike the earth

Like tiny hammers

And I am hypnotised

By the long grass

Closing quietly

Behind you.

 2011

Get your grown up pants out.

Well. With remarkably little fuss, interrupted by a few rounds of overwhelming nausea, we have for real bought us a house. We have happily joined the ranks of the terminally indebted and I don't even care! Here are some of the reasons why -

• I will never have to see another vertical blind inside my house, ever.
• I will never have to cook another meal in a salmon pink kitchen.
• I can buy a shitload of these......

 

                                                           ........ and screw them willy nilly into my walls.

• Gas baby, GAS!
• Nobody can throw my family into turmoil and unrest by selling the house we live in to someone else who will also want to live in it.
• Original 85 year old beautifully polished floorboards.
• I can finally buy my husband the coolest bike rack ever and set it up. But I can't show you a picture cause then he will see it and the surprise would be a bit less surprising. And where's the fun in that.
• Painting parties. 
• I am going to get my friend Jimmy-the-Builder to knock a bloody great hole through the dining room wall. A hole. In the wall. That I don't have to putty up when I leave.
• I no longer have to engage in the insanity which is the grossly inflated rental shitfight in Coledale where I live. Lived.
• Last weekend, the corner store ran out of newspapers. This is a sign. For sure.

So what with the ominous portents and the rising rent bonanza, it really is time to go. Besides, I have a whole lot of shades of grey to consider. And some cracking vintage lace curtains to air out.

                        

From the market today.

Yellow

Green

Red

Brown

Orange

The big house.

Okay. So I think maybe this blog is going free range. Yes, the original concept was to talk about the creative process and all it's manifestations, but I am finding that it is a bit impossible to restrict myself to such a limited palette. Cause, you know, a lot else is happening. And I would quite like to write about it. So I'm gonna.

For instance, in the last 10 days we have pretty much bought a house. Just like that. Found it, loved it, did a crash course in how-to-purchase-a-home-when-one-is-generally-clueless-about-such-things, and now are awaiting our final approval from the bank. It seems the bank is actually willing to give us a slab of money, for which we will of course be eternally indebted to them, and I am filled with amazement at how attached I have become to the idea of never having another house inspection ever again. Haha! I encourage you to imagine my gleeful chortling whilst I contemplate this joyful turn of events.

I spy.

Apple and ginger cake (i).

I spy.

Apple and ginger cake (ii).

I spy.

Apple and ginger cake (iii).

I spy.

The special Dr Suess present tree. A handy reminder of the niceness of my husband.

I spy.

In the Nasho.