Wednesday, June 11, 2014

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)


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
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

Ok, that's me done. 
Over and Out and a Walla Walla Bing Bang


Thursday, June 5, 2014

Adult tantrums, swearing and other such immaturities...

A beautiful lady gave me this pebble two weeks ago.
Ironically it was a lifeline - handed to a drowning woman.
You see I've been having a rough ... year.

I have toyed with the notion of confessing it all. 
Yelling it out at the top of my lungs.
Screaming, spitting, wailing and cussing.
Shameless in my pain.

So I sat down to do just that.
Air the dirtiest of stain ridden laundry.
Formulate witty prose relating to stress, anxiety, depression, moods, 
loss of optimism, loss of direction... blah blah blaaaaaaah.

Tonight the proverbial poop hit the oscillators when I 
arrived home from work to find a load of garden mulch had been
dumped in the wrong spot - crushing my Agapanthus and reticulation.

Like Mentos and Coke I reacted and the result was messy.

My son thought it was funny to hear me swear and my Husband
(who really does deserve some sort of marriage medal)
took the mood swing in his stride and made me tea....
... and smiled ...
... and continued to love me 
(in that really annoying way someone amazing does)
 which then made me feel even more un-loveable.

As the evening progressed my level of maturity digressed
until eventually it culminated in what I would best describe
as an adult tantrum - not all that different from a toddler tanty
(and a lot more embarrassing)

I've been sulking for a while now and of course it's had 
ZERO impact on whole situation and indeed it's left me
with nothing but a bitter taste in my mouth.

I thought perhaps if I sat down and try to write about my feelings
it might help to soothe my mood and release the anger.

Perhaps telling all my beautiful friends and readers that
I've had such a sucky six months - filled with anxiety and
self doubt. Tell you all that I've doubted myself more in the 
last three months than I have in my whole life.
 Confess that my mojo went walkabout and I'm frantic in the search
for just a shadow of my former self.

Take a deep breath and say - I've lost the plot.
It's been ugly and un-ladylike and quite frankly a
 complete frigging nightmare.

I've seen a doctor, a therapist and a naturopath.
I've had acupuncture, massage and meditation classes.
I'm on a low dose happy pill and I'm not happy about it ...
... an oxymoron if ever there was one.

I think deep down I've realised that my truth really 
is what will set me free.

It's a huge relief to fess up and say to people:
"Actually you know what - I can't.
Sorry but right now I just don't have what it takes"

I know it wont be forever.
My faith tells me that it's just a bump in the road.

Many have been here and lived to tell the tale.
The victorious, triumphant tale.

I will too.

For now though I think I'll just curl up foetal 
fashion and admit defeat.

I hope that when you read these words you 
are able to receive them in the way they were intended.
As a lifeline - much like the one offered to me by the lovely pebble pal.

This world of social media has us editing out a lot of the bull dust
and I'm not so sure that's always a good thing.

Inspiration has many many forms.
Sometimes we need to see a bit of struggle to know that
we're all in this together.

What I look forward to the most is sharing the silver lining with you too.
Thank you.
Strength - for you and for me.

PS - in need of a little inspiration?
This beautiful lady danced me all the way to smiles and tears.