my creative space...

in my creative space nothing goes to waste. lately i've been turning my fabric scraps into strings of colourful bunting. now i need to find a use for the really tiny scraps left over from the scraps.

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my creative space...

today all i see is red.
tomorrow i'll see green.
this week it's all systems go.

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struck gold

i couldn't believe my luck recently when i wandered into an adelaide op shop and found this beauty. it goes to show, channel what you need and you're likely to find it.


it's a vintage cast iron grill pan with a gorgeous wooden handle and has barely been used (the original sticker is intact).


i also picked up this 70s kids cook book.


and this happy, 70's orange and yellow stoneware tea set .

just sharing

i don't know where it came from but i got this urge that i would like to become a teacher... perhaps a secondary art teacher or maybe photography or multimedia... the thought of doing a one year teaching diploma doesn't sound too daunting... on the other hand being afraid of teenagers may work against me. it might just be another of my passing whims, we'll see.

photo credit: cjohnson

my creative space...

this week in my creative space i'm diligently attempting my taxes aided by cups of tea.

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purging my childhood

the main purpose of my recent trip to adelaide, was to do a stocktake of remnants from my childhood and youth. these boxes of things were taking up valuable real-estate inside my mum's garage and it was time to discard a lot of it. digging through the layers was exciting but rather exhausting. i excavated all kinds of forgotten treasures and so many memories flooded back. while it was sad to let go of some things, overall it was quite liberating to be free of all that stuff. i kept the really precious things and am glad that other things will find new homes.

some of the curios i found...


felt organs left over from a rouge art school project


all the gang


someone has written all over the covers of these magazines in a foreign language. i found them and hoped to one day discover the story behind it...