Baskets, Gods & Onsies with Ears
Thu 29th, May, 2014
So all is quiet in Beach Cottage Land, there’s a reason for that, I’m pretty much staying in and not doing much at all after Melbourne, lots and lots of thinking.
Thinking in a onsie. Do you know it is possible to put on a grey/white furry onsie when you come home from the school run, tidy up your house in it, answer the phone six times to annoying sales people in it, do a sport run in it, cook dinner in it, do another sport run in it, phone your husband who is working very late in it and then come home and drink beer while watching re-runs of BBC sitcoms in it? Yup totally do-able, but a note of advice to you, probably not the best idea if you forget you are wearing said onsie, decide to get petrol, hop out of the car and while filling up wonder what the passengers at the pump behind are looking at.
This onsie, who goes by the name of Teddy on the website of which I bought it and unknowingly to me then, does have ears, was also being worn while foofing with baskets.
Baskets are taking over this old ratty cottage. I know you have been watching from afar thinking good grief what is the loony going to be stockpiling next as part of her recovery program…exhaustive wedges shopping, rug purchasing, just way too many quilts? oh and how about the list of things I haven’t told you about…but over the last week or so it’s been baskets, specifically these kinda baskets.
I dressed this one up on the deck – it’s been absolutely amazing weather here, it’s a few days from Winter and 24C in my garden while I was out here dettoling (yes still doing that but not too much for you to be alarmed, and right now no moonlit gardening)…can you get your head around that for a minute, whether you are from this land or not…24C and sunny blue skies in Winter? Hello.
I took Barls out for a walk earlier this morning, I had managed to get dressed, the onsie wasn’t on the scene yet and we were having a lovely time looking at the flowers and things (he seems to sniff at stuff a lot, like really a lot, do your pooches do that, I have no idea whether or not this is normal for a pooch considering I have never had a pet before in my life, but hey ho our walking relationship works quite admirably, he does the stopping and sniffing, I gaze at flowers), anyway, we passed a man and a woman in an English style house (I always and still find that strange here) cleaning their driveway and filling up the back of the car with tree trimmings,
‘G’day’ he said to me ‘what a beautiful day’
‘oh yes so lovely’ said I and then ‘and it’s like 3 days ’til Winter’ I was pretty sure he’d pick up my accent, I cannot for the life of me lose it ;)
‘that would be right, they don’t call this the land of the Gods for nothing’ with a wry smile and a wink.
How right you are mate, how right you are.
I’ve got a big plan in my head, I’ve had it for years and I’ve kinda mentioned it on here briefly but this time it’s happening, I can’t wait to tell you, it’s not some big awesome omg secret but I want it finalised before I share, no it’s not a book, I am the only blogger in the world to turn down book deals apparently or magazines coming to do shoots, but I don’t need that in my life right now…it involves lots of homewares (no not a shop) and a lot of our investment, big risks, I’ve been too scared to go for it ’til now – ’til life showed me to take it by the balls and go for what I want because it or I might not be here tomorrow.
And it’s that same sentiment that has me madly stashing baskets under the house, to get them out to play in the day.
And you may or may not be believe it, but today I came across, and bought, though I do not actually have it yet (thank you internet vintage shopping) another rustic table.
This one is really really good, rocking indeed. It will look super under the house.
See you soon with meatballs.
p.s. onsies are great for the environment