Industriart (again)

Some of my long time readers may recall my visit to Industriart way back in 2012 

(I know! Where the bleep has the time gone??) 

I had the good fortune of conducting a rather casual interview with the lovely owner Veronica and sharing a few images that I snapped of her wonderful collection of wares.

Given the eclectic nature of her treasure trove I made an appointment with her 

to visit and take a new set of images that I could A - drool over and 

B - pop up on my blog for all you Jack Sparrows out there

Whilst many of you cannot make it in to see these delights in the flesh I 

 feel that true pirates still get a thrill from casting their eyes upon 

the gems that are on offer... 

... even if it does mean leaving empty handed.

Given half the chance, I myself would pillage plunder her gems but she is 

such a lovely woman my conscience tells me otherwise... 

... well that and the fact that my little cottage in the hills is limited

in space (sigh) and there's the tiny factor regarding my 

husband and his growing intolerance of my clutter 

The bonus with a jaunt to Industriart is that you do not have 

to be lover of ALL THINGS OLD  - there are interesting items that have 

been given a breath of new life as well as items which qualify as 

perfect for the person who has everything 

I love going there because I get to chat with Veronica whilst taking 

a trip down memory lane

My mum had one of these Ginger Wafer tins and I recall being 

bitterly disappointed when I opened it to find it full of tea bags.

Obviously I've changed because the mere sight of a tea bag sets 

off my shameful addiction and the notion of them stored in a vintage tin...

...well you get the idea..

If it's coloured glass you're into then you'll be 

rubber necking all the way...

... and did I mention there's TWO floors?

MAHOOSIVE restraint shown at this point... although I'm weakening with every 

minute that passes - and I do not want one... I want, desire, need all three

I went a little snap happy and then when it came time to edit 

I thought ... stuff it - put them all in

... at least this way my readers abroad are given a 

thorough tour ... non?

I have at least four recipes which would shift from boring to brilliant

just by being served on these cabbage leaves...

more medal worthy restraint shown here...

... and here....

Well  there you have it peoples - a peep into the world of

Industriart  - Unit D, 29 Clayton Street, Bellevue, WA

I will just add ...

If you are able to pop in then make sure you allow enough time

for a satisfying experience (minimum 1/2 hour for sure)

and

A very sincere thank you to Veronica for allowing me to take 

all these photos and share them with you.

On another note I just wanted to extend my love

and appreciation to all the readers who sent me personal emails after reading 

my last post.

I try really hard to be positive and up beat as much as possible

but I am only human and I guess it was only a matter of time 

before some of the more mundane dramas made there way to

the (usually positive) pages of my blog.

I suspect that people who are happy to rant on the net do so

because it can be quite cathartic. Surely it isn't just to be negative?

I also suspect that people who only ever share the stellar stuff

have bad days too - they just edit them out of the public eye.

And that's cool too.

I began this blog as a journal, a creative outlet, a hobby 

and a healthy distraction

It's ended up giving me way more than I give to it

and 

I feel very blessed to have made a few wonderful new

friends along the way

Anyhoo..... I'm rambling now and all I really

wanted to say was 

"Thanks ever so much for the love"

My bad days are a walk in the park compared to the 

trials of some and reminding myself of this

(sometimes 37 times a day)

DOES actually help

... but then again so did a small, wee, petty, little, miniature rant

(kinda, sorta... almost)

Oh - one last thing - if you're having a heavy day then do yourself 

a favour and crank up the next song and dance the dance you 

dance when no one can see you dance ... you know the one...

(I dare anyone to say they don't feel better after 

bopping and hopping like a chimp on cocaine)

Van Halen - Jump 

http://youtu.be/ap2J9RbXaP4

Ok, that's me done. 

Over and Out and a Walla Walla Bing Bang

♥♥♥

A Jaunt....and the truth.

Frustrated and moody, irritable and challenged. I'd rather be honest than tell blogging fibs and post about a cosy existence that does not (at least for now) exist. 

Health issues are still lingering and even though there is most certainly "light at the end of the proverbial tunnel" I am forced to dig deep for patience and optimism. Hubby decided a day out and about might help lift the spirits and I'm happy to report that although we only managed a "half-day" adventure ....

... it was exactly what I needed.

It's no coincidence that I chose black & white to capture the day... I think when you feel a little disconnected it affects most of your choices and there was something strangely comforting about viewing images that reflected the way I'm feeling ... the way I'm seeing... the way I'm thinking.

We went to Fremantle and sat on the main street eating a tapas style lunch in the brilliance of a Perth Spring day. The atmosphere was upbeat and touristy ... as it almost always is in Freo. Oktoberfest had begun and so there were a number of events being held up and down the main stretch. (I think it's pretty tacky celebrating a very NON-Australian tradition here but I suppose local business would argue that any gimmick pulls in a crowd) 

I'm not really forcing a smile... by this stage I was truly grateful to be venturing away from the couch and soaking in some much needed Vitamin D. What this photo does not reveal is the hideousness of the busker hired to entertain with what can only be described as really bad "german folk music" with blurred cultural interventions (Shuduppayaface??? - have you heard of this song? ... Oh Dear) 

Still it's nearly impossible not to feel burdens lighten when everyone around you is basking in the first real Spring weather we've had all year and before long I found myself perking up & feeling truly grateful. I have the most amazing Husband who tends to my every need (no small feat when you consider the frightening unpredictability of a hormonal female whose stubborn attitude has yet to be defeated) I have a son who has championed me through some of the worst of this "crisis" and I have a family, friends (and you dear fellow bloggers) who have helped me tremendously. 

“In my walks, every man I meet is my superior in some way, and in that I learn from him.” 

Ralph Waldo Emerson

You have left such intuitive, kind and caring comments and I want you to know that EACH and EVERY one of them has touched me deeply. Just the fact that you take the time to fill in that "annoying spam decoder" thingy is a compliment in it's own right! I sit with Kleenex reading them to my Hubby who smiles, hugs me and tells me "I deserve your well wishes" ....

.... again THANK YOU. I am going in for am operation at the end of this month. The only reason I choose not to detail the specifics of my health issues is simply because we are all so very individual in our needs, bodies and medical experiences. What may have been a cause for alarm with me would not blip on anothers radar and what may be easy for me may be challenging for someone else. I have learnt of the health challenges of a few fellow bloggers (some privately and others publicly - some in great detail and some vague) and I feel that the essence of each story always brings about the same moral...

... gratitude, love, hope, friendship... these are what count. End of story. Period. Fact.

Hubby and I pondered all of these truths over our chocolate treats ... we savoured each delicious bite and reflected on the fact that even when life presents a stumbling block we are blessed to have human hands who reach out and lift you up, cheer you on and celebrate your victories with you.

Yes... a jaunt with a loved one, a few rays of sunshine and some chocolate ...was far better than ANY of the Doctors orders. 

We are smack bang in the middle of school vacation here and I'm blessed to have my Young Prince with me ... most days ...

(teenage social calendars... methinks the President of America aint this busy!!) 

...and I hope to enjoy a walk in the park with him later today. These casual dates often lead to deeper things as we chat, laugh and ponder life's very important issues - although can anyone really ever say which cross species would make for the best super hero powers??? 

On another note I'd like to introduce you to the two newest members of our family....

Welcome to Fay & Cassandra - a spritely Welsummer and a plucky Rhode Island Red. 

We ventured with friends on the weekend to help them choose a new feathered family... 

(they recently lost ALL six of their gals to a Fox frenzy!) 

...and ended up with two of our own. As you do. 

Method in our madness though. 

Our dear sweet Roz became broody three days ago and so last night we snuck 

these two darlings beneath her while she slept ...

(we've done this before with great success)

... and woke early this morning to find them following her dutifully and nestling as though 

she'd been there Mum all along. Oh how I love chickens!

Updates to follow I promise.

I've had a few people ask about their names and (although it may seem cheesy) we have chosen to name all our chickens after female characters in the American sitcom Frasier. It was a show that provided emotional/comic relief in a time when we were nursing a loved one through Cancer so we have fond memories attached. So far there has been Roz, Daphne (RIP) Lillith and Maris... and now Fay and Cassandra. We have at least twenty more names to choose from too... my favourite being Mrs Moon.

Well peoples... I wish I could say I have a day of marathon running, cartwheel turning and dancing ahead but alas I am forced to choose from activities of the slightly more docile nature. Today will consist of reading, light tidying, crafting & creating and checking on two little chicks at regular intervals. 

I promise though that my next post will not contain a stitch of self pity and I will make a concerted effort to include colour filled images of creative ventures, cute animals ... and so forth ... and so forth.

For now though... a sincere thank you for indulging me in my woes and pondering life through a colour  drained lens. In truth I think it adds to the poetic irony of the day... ♥♥♥

Wishing you bundles of fun for the week ahead!

I'm going to put the kettle on now - steep a delicious brew and catch up on all your adventures... 

...which I'm sure will be even more tonic for my soul. 

Aaaah... I feel better already :-)