OHNONA not MONA

I would like to share with you some photos of our latest adventure ... yesterday's visit to MONA.  Please find images of us at the Hobart Botanical Gardens.  MONA is closed on Tuesdays.  So much for waking up and being all spontaneous. 

Harvested

I have had this day marked on my calendar as 'unmissable'; the opening of Launceston's Farmer's Market, Harvest.  I've been keen as locally produced organic mustard. Well before this day dawned, plans were laid to get moving early; load up those smalls in the prams and walk in.  Loz was in too.  I move with precision when food is involved.  When it is time, noone even notices they are fed, dressed and in a pram with a bag of supplies packed, until we are walking out the front gate. I am a veritable market ninja. We have just returned and feel all warm and loved up and so full of food joy that I feel like lighting a cigarette and asking, 'how was it for you?', because for me it was wonderful.  We saw friends.  We ate pancakes.  We bought the goods. Today I'm the gal who brings home bacon.  I'm the buffalo (cheese) girl who went around the outside.  I'm home. But I'm so Arnie, I'll be back.  Put it on your calendar. Every Saturday 9-1pm, Cimitiere Street Carpark. Here's to bums that look like this because they've loaded up local. 

FOUR!

It seems that an eon of collecting various fabrics which evoke the halcion days of golfing attire has finally paid off.  I mean, how was I to know as I fossicked through op shops and fabric shops that that I would simultaneously produce two boys who needed clothing?  Seems the attraction was a biological thing.  I mean I always saw these pants as the end point ... but clearly it was a vision thing.  This, coupled with the miracle that sewing time is these days means I'm applying for canonisation.  Patron Saint of Plus Fours*?  That be me.

Last Wednesday, our beautiful tree was delivered from Killiecrankie Farm.  Standing plump and proud in all its  sustainable, exquisite smelling beauty.  A tree from Lee, has become part of our Christmas tradition.  The placing of our ornaments collected in travels, takes us away to places once visited, where we dream of returning to.

Yep, now Christmas is Go!  I love the excitement that builds in the smalls. I love it all. You can still get your own special tree from Killiecrankie ... order online here or just drop them a line .... see here is Lee delivering ... she's so full of Xmas cheer, that if you had your eyes shut, you would think it was one of Santa's elves pulling up in a 4WD with trailer attached.

Plus, she's dead famous, a covergirl ... the Elle MacPherson of Christmas trees ... see here (Thank you Lee x)

Bawl

Listening to choirs makes me tear up. Listening to children's choirs makes me sob. Watching dance makes me well up. Watching my own daughter dancing makes me bawl. It's all so bloody ... joyful!

The Business

Today I had a business meeting at my kitchen table over a cup of freshly brewed coffee and a couple of almond fingers. The meeting was then adjourned to the trampoline.

Clearer perspective was achieved by contemplating jet streams, soaking up the sun's Spring rays to the soundtrack of clucking chickens.
This photographic pose is impressive given that we have 6 children between us and no real commitment to pilates.
I like my boardroom.

Quilting for Kiva

After months of deliberation, procrastination and other 'tions', I put aside my long held belief that quilting was a dark art to be avoided at all costs. Spurred on by the looming deadline, I completed my two squares for our Launceston Brown Owls Kiva Quilt. No joke, I even used a rotary cutter. I'm all over this quilting malarky. Or piecing. Or whatever it actually is. I feel like someone who has done their homework ahead of time. I even rang my Mum.