this is a weekend with
that rejoices in a hot cup of chai
a weekend where arguments are refereed,
and ensuing hugs compulsory
a weekend where plans were made
and then rained upon
but the oven runs hot
and bellies are filled
there is a snatched moment to think,
plan and ignite a few creative brain cells
…ready to start the week again
what did you get up to this weekend?
(and a big thank you for everyone’s lovely birthday wishes from my last post)
croissants always taste better with weekend papers and bottomless cups of tea…
what are you up to this weekend?
buddhist temple orange citrus
cleansing yellow incense
you’ve got my attention red vine
comfortable old colourful friends
my quiet love affair with new colourful friends
new reds and greens in my kitchen from old flowers that were stashed away
new colourful interests for little baby fingers
blue winter australian sky
little person colour
Hope your weekend has been a colourful one.
I got stuck trying on a vintage dress at a vintage and jazz fair. Arms shooting skyward in the change area, I was wedged in with no one to help. Call quietly to the stall holder or rip it and declare yes I would love to buy this one. The moment of panic passed and I was able to wriggle my way out. Dress back on the coat hanger and dignity left on the floor. (That’s the problem with these lovely vintage dresses, they look fantastic… but not a lot of give in the fabric.)
I fiddled with forced perspective photography. Seriously fun, but I have a bit to practise.
I made sourdough.
I made apple and sultana scrolls for my Monkey Boy’s lunch box.
The Monkeys went a scootering. Winter leaves under feet, winter sun on our faces and wind in their hair. Until we lost Little Monkey’s brake. How is a little fella to scoot without a brake? With speed, determination and probably a splash of luck I suspect.
This weekend, I started a cowl for my niece. I unravelled the start and began again. I stopped and am doubting what I should be doing with the wool. It’s so lovely and soft, I want to do the right thing by it… maybe it should be knitted? Speak to me baby alpaca and silk balls of softness.
Speaking of knitted, my nana knitted these. My nana is cool… these socks are very cool. Actually they are very warm which is why they are on my feet. Yep, warm cool socks. Who would have thought it?
This weekend I would like to officially apologise to my neighbours. Sometimes the need for loud chunky guitar music is stronger than the need to be a polite considerate neighbour, (it was brief…reasonably.)
What are you up to this fine weekend?
family catching up
lots of lovely wonderful food
giggles from cousins
giggles from grandparents
happy farmers market visit
brimming bags of local produce
making sure that circle of happy wonderful food continues
exhausted Monkey naps
Newcastle City Farmers Market
What have you been up to this weekend?