Verbs are doing words

Anticipating - Being in the audience of 'As You Like It' at La Boite. A date with the husband! woot woot! I am a massive Shakespeare fan. Honestly, I won't even start...

Wishing - I could be in two places at once. That way I could work and be at the BrisStyle Indie Twilight Markets tomorrow night too. Sigh. If you can make it, say hi to all the awesome stall-holders from me. And bring me back something good.

Reading - 'Oddfellow's Orphanage' by Emily Winfield Martin. It's pretty darn cute. We'll see what happens next... My copy is pictured here with a new notebook from Chrissy Foreman Cranitch, which is almost too pretty to write in or cram in my bag, which is what will happen as soon as I start using it. I also really love the rainbow-puking unicorn on Chrissy's note of thanks. Rainbow puke!

A painting, a poem

Woman sleeping in a bath by Malka Mitzner on Etsy

The Waking

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.

I learn by going where I have to go.

We think by feeling. What is there to know?

I hear my being dance from ear to ear.

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Of those so close beside me, which are you?

God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,

And learn by going where I have to go

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Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?

The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Great Nature has another thing to do

To you and me, so take the lively air,

And, lovely, learn by going where to go.

This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.

What falls away is always. And is near.

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

I learn by going where I have to go.

Theodore Roethke

 

Many thanks to Malka Mitzner for permission to use her captivating painting. Phew. I would like to say so much more about this moving poem and other clever things, but I feel like I've used up all my words after spending the day writing an advertorial. Do you ever feel like your communication has a finite limit?

I'm going to drag the whole family to the beach. Maybe I can do a little reset while my toes are in the sand...

Verbs are doing words

Travelling - or at least dreaming of travelling, very slowly and with no deadlines... This incredible Gypsy vardo, which was originally used in a Pee-Wee Herman movie (!) is for sale, and I love to dream about a romantic life on the road. No realism please, or I'll plug my ears.

Image from seafoam via anna garforth

Plotting - How I'll find this carnival in the middle of no-where, and how I'll get there in my Gypsy vardo. (While I'm in fantasy land, I may as well make it good.)

Listening - Saint Saviour... not my usual, but it fits with the mood I'm in, and I can just imagine sitting around a comforting fire, deep in the forest, while the keyboardist looked for an extension lead for her Yamaha...

Happy Valentines Day everyone.

I'm seeing dots...

This Doting on Dots Dress from ModCloth needs to be mine. I've exhausted my rational excuses for buying this dress, but I haven't yet removed it from my favourites bar...

 

Speaking of favourites, and bars, this is my favourite bar. Set on Main St in Samford, Ya Ya Bar and Eatery is the spot for a perfect Whisky Sour and a handful of tasty tapas. The staff are gorgeous (that's Will in the photo - he makes a mean Bloody Mary) and the music is always good. Except when it's Aerosmith, but that's another story...

Black hearts anytime

My favourite Black Heart Earrings, the ones I wear almost every day. I've finally got around to putting these in my shop. Phew! Sometimes the simplest of tasks seem ridiculously hard.

Or maybe it's just me, queen of procrastinators.

Alice quote, a dreamy dress and a missing needle

Alice In Wonderland quote by LitPrints

This colourful quote from LitPrints pretty much speaks for itself. We are. All. Mad. Here.

Look at this amazing handmade dress I found at the op-shop. There is such attention to detail, and real love put into this dress, it just feels like there is a real story behind it. Sigh. If only it fit me!

Sooo, I lost another needle. I big, long, sharp needle is just lying around somewhere in my workroom, waiting, just waiting for the right time, for me to let down my guard and bare some finger, toe or more delicate part for a right old stabbing.

I really hate it when that happens.

I'm thinking of writing a post about all the craft related injuries I've had. I know I'm not the only one.

Obsess much?

Typewriter clutch purse from octopurse on Etsy

Sooooo my birthday is coming up pretty soon and I's just suggesting to the universe at large that it consider for one second that this bag will actually, literally make my life complete.



A quick mention about the sale in my shop - if you use the discount code KISSES000 you'll get 20% off everything, which is nice. Aussie shoppers still have 3 more days to take advantage of the sale before my mailing cut off... then Valentine's Day is upon us!



A photo, a poem

Cockspur Bush

I am lived. I am died.
I was two-leafed three times, and grazed,
but then I was stemmed and multiplied,
sharp-thorned and caned, nested and raised,
earth-salt by sun-sugar. I was innerly sung
by thrushes who need fear no eyed skin thing.
Finched, ant-run, flowered, I am given the years
in now fewer berries, now more of sling
out over directions of luscious dung.
Of water crankshaft, of gases the gears
my shape is cattle-pruned to a crown spread sprung
above the starve-gut instinct to make prairies
of everywhere. My thorns are stuck with caries
of mice and rank lizards by the butcher bird.
Inches in, baby seed-screamers get supplied.
I am lived and died in, vine woven, multiplied.

Les Murray

Thank so much to Kelly Angard for permission to use her photo, Botanica Obscura 2. The dark richness and dainty flower sit in oppostion to the glaring imagery of dust, heat and the prickly cockspur bush.
 I also have to thank Kelly for introducing me to the poetry of Theodore Roethke, who I will introduce you to very soon. It is always such a pleasure to talk to poetry lovers and share the words around.

Verbs are doing words.

Drinking - Rose and French Vanilla iced tea... this could be my new obsession. It's just like normal iced tea, only 50 times better!!!

Crocheting - more hearts for my Valentine garlands. They're so cute no matter what you do with them.

Reading - Wildwood with my little darlings. They get so involved in the story, gasping and exclaiming, it's the sweetest thing. It's a cracking yarn, and I've tried hard not to read ahead and spoil the story for myself. It was written by Colin Meloy, of The Decemberists. He's a funny guy...