Tea Sub

I stumbled on this cool little yellow submarine tea caddy somewhere, but for the life of me, I can't remember where. Thing is, despite extended googling, I can't even find where I can buy one. And it is pretty cool. It would be interesting to see how much it costs.

Any ideas anyone?

***Update... you can buy one here if you are interested, though the webpage is all in (I think) Danish, so it might take a little bit of translation/guesswork. Works out at about $16 Aussie dollars, plus postage.

I might have to add that to my wish list - along with the Pantone Mugs!

Strange dreams in my beautiful bedroom...

The studio is nearly finished and I will be posting photos in the next few days. In the meantime, I am happy to say, since I have cleared up my entire flat, I have my bedroom back to being a bedroom.

And I love it.

Now, I'm not sure why, but I have been having the strangest dreams. Maybe it's that I have been sleeping so soundly, I don't know. Usually I don't recall the exact details in the morning, but there have been many familiar faces and places... even the end of the world.

But the funniest of all... the other night I dreamt I was reading the classifieds and in the births, deaths and marriages section, I read an old friend's sister had had a baby... And the middle name was "Oops".

Seriously! I actually woke up laughing aloud. Too too funny. I'm glad I remembered that one!

Always remember you’re unique, just like everyone else...

It's Wednesday.
Half way through the working week already.
Yesterday was Australia Day and we had a public holiday.
And if you are like me and half of the Australian working population, you may have been lucky enough to take Monday off and had an extended 4 day long weekend.
I do love an extended long weekend.
Anything that that avoids a Monday at work is always going to work for me.

Have a nice day everyone.

One man's trash is this girl's treasure...

It's exhausting work this moving and organising business. But amidst all the chaos, I have managed to setup my workspace and my pigeon holes are in pride of place and refilled with many of my tiny treasures. Amongst them are precious gifts and treasures that have been collected over the years. Some of the items are there for no other reason than that they appeal to me.

There's a bowl of acorns, a couple of elephants, an Indian hotel desk bell, an old ship oil burner, a felted gnome.

The smaller of the 2 sand bottles was given to me from our Brazilian friends in London... they bought us back "a little bit of sunshine" after a visit home.

I found the dandelion paperweight in London too and just had to have it. For my life, I have no idea how it was done... it is totally perfect.

There are a few birds that form part of my accidental collection and include an owl (a gift from an aunt), a metal garden ornament, and a bird that twitters when it's moved.

The latest acquisition is the brooch of a caravan underneath a tree, that was a gift in 2009. All of last year I spoke of escaping to the coast and hiding away in a caravan by the beach, so it was perfect.

There is a photo of my brother as a boy in a glitzy (plastic) frame that was in a Christmas cracker a few years back. And the ring that sits beside it, was given to my Mum by my Dad in the pre-children era.

All these little things that mean nothing much to anyone else, to me, are priceless.

Studio sneak peek...

Just a quick look... the colour isn't right, but it gives you a bit of an idea.

Back at work today and then straight back home tonight to get organising!

If patience is a virtue, it certainly isn't one of mine...

Many months ago, Mal and I called it a day. He moved into my front room and we both got on with our separate lives, whilst we continued to share our living space. I've gotta say, anyone I have told, has looked at me with a combination of shock and confusion and wondered at how it was working.

Mostly it worked ok. For both of us. And I am happy to say, we are still friends. He has recently met someone else and moved in with her just last week. So I now have my flat all to myself, and I am LOVING it.

But it's a weird thing. Now that I have my space and I have so many things to do, I also find I have to ask for help when there are things to do that I cannot handle alone. It's not something I particularly like to do, as I prefer not to impose on other people's time. But that is the way of being single again - I just have to ask if I need help. To assemble furniture. To move furniture. To paint a room. In the end, I decided to pay a painter to do the room as I recently developed tendonitis in my wrist and thumb and did not want to aggravate it.

So today the empty room is being painted... and while the painter works away in my soon-to-be studio, I am in my room sorting through stuff and clearing space so that I can move my desk and my computer out of my bedroom and into the studio. The bed is piled high with books and the things I had been stacking up or hiding under my desk for the last 6 months.

I am trying not to pace.

After the painter finishes, I have a friend coming over and she and I will tackle the Ikea shelves* I bought on the weekend. Then move some furniture.

Once the 'heavy' moving has been completed, there is still much to do. I will manage the rest on my own... the organising, rearranging, hanging pictures, and rearranging again... I love this stage, so it's a struggle to even sit still and wait right now. If patience is a virtue, it certainly isn't one of mine.

It's Wednesday. I have the day off. Tomorrow I am back at work, and I know I will want to be here, but I will just have to (continue to) be patient.

Breathe 1, 2, 3...

*Special thanks to my friend Lyn who came to my rescue for the Ikea collection combat mission! And to Lou for making up the Ikea assembly team! You guys are great and I couldn't have done it without you! Thanks. xx

Change is inevitable, except from a vending machine...

2010 is here.
This year is my year of change.

I'm not sure what is is just yet, but I am open and ready for whatever comes my way.

It's time.