Tuesday, January 24, 2012

A Visit From The Canucks

This weekend The Canucks came to visit at Shoestring, and it was a good thing they came on Friday night and Saturday because the weather was rubbish on Sunday.  We went for a walk in the wetlands and enjoyed the sunshine.  Mrs Canuck had cleverly presented Mr Shoestring with this lovely old porridge bowl featuring "Sergeant Dan, the Creamota Man".  Not only an old kitchen item, but featuring red, it couldn't fail to please!


Crossing over the river on our way to the wetlands we have to pass over a paddock where there are lots of rabbits.  It is strange but true that we fuming beans have a compulsion to count things.  I cannot for the life of me understand why this should be, but the first time we noticed the rabbits I found myself silently trying to count how many I could see at one time.  Some people passing us by happened to say, "How many can you count?  We can see 15."  This made me realise I was not alone in this odd behaviour.

Rabbits, rabbits everywhere!

Also on the way to the wetlands there is a place where the pigeons roost.  I love pigeons, I used to keep white ones and was besotted with them.  But I have to admit they are not the brightest of birds.  Look where this one has laid its egg - and what a pathetic excuse for a nest!  The casual attitude to the hatching and rearing of offspring leaves a lot to be desired and Mr Starling would be horrified.  (Mr Starling's babies have all grown up and flown the nest now, by the way.)

A casual approach to nest building, to say the least




On the far side of the wetlands walk there is a paddock where some people keep their pet llamas.  What curious creatures they are!  One in particular fascinates me, it has a beautiful brown coat but the most startlingly white eyebrows which give it a very odd expression.



On Sunday the weather may have been disappointing for outdoor activities, but the rain was good for the garden.  I got soaked while planting some alstromerias kindly donated by a work friend.  There were also some alpine strawberry plants to put in as an edge along one side of the garden.  The gardenias  have produced their first blooms



and the lilies also are looking good.








This one is called Cherbourge and it was the first to open


Candlestick from the op shop for twilight 

The new mandevillea vine which will hopefully scramble into the plum tree and smother it in blossoms

This gladioli is my current favourite - my mum saw some in a vase and accused me of using fakes!  The colours are so unusual, pale lemon and pale plum.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Bursting At The Seams

Over the holiday break more and more treasures found their way to Shoestring, so many in fact that it is bursting at the seams.  (Perhaps we will have to change the name and call it “Treasure Magnet” instead of Shoestring?  Nah.)  Some things were Christmas presents and therefore it can truthfully be said that I was not technically responsible for their acquisition, but many of them I have to admit to having purchased myself.  We may need to introduce a policy of “one thing in, one thing out” at Shoestring.  Otherwise there will be no room for us there. 

My sister (who obviously knows me better than I know myself) gave me these beautiful navy blue hand crocheted gloves for Christmas, which has necessitated the creation of an entirely new art deco weekend costume.  They appear never to have been worn and it seems a pity that somebody went to all the bother of making them, and possibly never wore them.  It would be sad to let them go to waste, after all.  So they now have a navy hat, blue and white shoes and navy costume to go with them.  The accessories can really make or break an art deco outfit after all, so we wouldn’t want to let any slip through our fingers would we?
  

Also a present from my sister are these


I have a collection of china with violets and these are so dainty and delicate, they are different to anything else in the collection so far.

And speaking of collections, I fear I feel another collection coming on.  When I found this lovely article in the Salvation Army store and dragged it home


 it just begged to go with these ones which I already had.  

Don't they look pretty together?

Since then I have seen several more items which would be good additions but so far have resisted the urge.  (Though I am secretly hoping that they will still be at the market next time I go back.  If so it was obviously meant to be.)

And in the garden we have this (also a Christmas present from somebody who knows me so well)

For now it houses cuttings of my favourite pelargoniums, but I am on the hunt for some suitably flamboyant and vibrant “potted colour” for the three pots.  

And just in case you should think Mr Shoestring has been entirely neglected in this frenzy of acquisition, he is grinning like a Cheshire cat every time he sees his Michelin man bakelite ashtray.  He saw it months ago in the antique shop up the road and has visited it on a regular basis ever since.  Eventually a kind benefactor took pity on him and purchased his heart's desire for him.  Now he just needs to polish up his new treasure and it can join his other bakelite.  Bliss for Mr Shoestring. 


Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Kindred Spirits - They Are Everywhere!

Because the weather was so ghastly at Shoestring during our holiday I had the idea of dragging out an unfinished quilt top started years ago and beginning to quilt it.  I remembered that the inspiration to make this quilt had actually come from an expert quilter who had a gallery near Shoestring Cottage, where I had travelled with Mrs Peaceable to take a course in machine quilting.  When I admired a quilt on display in her gallery the kind owner of the gallery (Madam La Poste) had shared with me the secret of how to make my own version of the quilt.
And here it is in the process of being hand quilted - probably about 10 years after it was commenced

While Mr Shoestring and I were walking round the town on our holiday we happened to spot the lady herself, and I felt I must thank her for her help and let her know that I was (finally) in the throes of quilting my own version.  When we fell into conversation it emerged that she was a mad keen crazy quilter also, so we arranged to meet the next day to compare notes.  I was astonished to find that we had so much in common, even down to the sorts of quilts we had made and the techniques we preferred.  (Madame La Poste's work was fine and detailed where mine is rather coarse, slapdash and hasty by comparison.)  She showed me several techniques to add variety and interest to the crazy quilt I am working on at present.  Her work includes beading, which I have not used so far, and as soon as she said goodbye I was furiously adding some beading to my blocks.  Also she presented me with these beautiful motifs which are hand dyed or even entirely hand made, and she told me how to go about dyeing my own notions for including in quilts.

These are all notions which Madame La Poste has created or dyed herself

A hand made bead butterfly - how skilful is that?

It was difficult to contain my enthusiasm and it has to be admitted that there was a lot of interrupting (on my part) in case I couldn't get out my thoughts in time, before we moved on to the next important topic.  We exchanged books and magazines with inspirational articles in them and it seems that there is yet another kindred spirit close by - bliss!