Here We Go Here We Go Here We Go...

This picture makes the colour look prettier than it really is. You can't notice the hill in the floor nor see the sagging ceiling.

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The kitchen. Again, the photo is more flattering than the reality (we both thought so) and we've already started with the undercoat which brightened it up no end. Eventually, you'll step through the place where the window now is to a new kitchen, and this area will be part of the pink lounge-room. My honeyest-bunch says the big room will be our 'Doing-Things' room. The Verb Room.

I finished work today, for nearly three weeks (Yay!) so things will zip along at an alarming rate now, just you wait and see.

Jaden 2006

From a photo and my pencil, which tends to the morbid at times?? But I love big fat vegemite cheeks. I could say that it is an interpretation of his image.

Jaden's Wagga

I made this Wagga for my grandson. I began it while my daughter was pregnant and intended it for his birth. Then I thought, Oh Well, First Birthday... but when this too passed I kept quiet about the whole thing. Finally I finished it and gave it to him about eighteen months ago and of course it's too small for his bed. He's nearly eight.

The black woollen fabric comes from a coat of my Grandma's (his great-great grandma) and one of my own oldies. Grandma's bouccle has sadly run when we've washed it.

I haven't done any more of baby's.

You'll Be Sick Of These And Bored Before I Finish...

But it's my blog.

I'm covered in scratches and my muscles ache but it's all good! A full day with a chain saw does wonders! What was once a jungle is now sunny and lovely. Don't think we're vandals when it comes to the nature though... we'll make this beautiful, I assure you!

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This is the 'before' shot of the driveway. The wisteria had joined the jasmine to join the feral buddleja's and anything else together into a mysterious but impassable and choked mass.

z The wooden gate there is next doors, but the posts behind were invisible.

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And now there is something of a driveway! It's still small beginnings.

Today, we're off to the NGV to see the English painters. And Christmas shop. x

We Can't Believe It Yet!

The Front Porch, which we will build in to be part of the bedroom/ loungeroom.

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The view out the front.

This is our house. It's like a marriage without the frock! I made my love carry me over the thresh-hold, poor thing. But he did and we laughed. There was a garage sale up the road and we scored some windows and some cedar blinds too... bonus! Nice people as well. The General Store there is gorgeous. It's one of those old, dingy, messy, un-modern time-warp stores with a post office in the corner and (unwittingly) retro giftcards. The service is country paced and people chat and everyone knows everyone. I was happy there. I'm a local now. We both are.

Clancy Was Here

Echo's of the previous occupants. So cute!

It Is Done!

Settlement is settled, the signing is signed. The debt is entirely ours!

I'm still quaking in my pants after a last-half-hour's almost withdrawal on behalf of the buyers (of Tassie). Somehow, my Tassie Real Estate guy, whom previously I had had great confidence in, did not informed the buyers that there was still a tenant, albeit one who was leaving soon. So with a cheque in my hand and half an hour to go, I had to make 4,000 phone calls and try to help the situation... then wait at the office where settlements take place and see if the answer was YES! Which, 15 minutes late (and two seconds before the parties re-scheduled), it was.

Next, I had a message and had to ring my conveyencer back, to hear that it hadn't gone through! Luckily I was there to witness that she was wrong, or I would have freaked even further!

I've delivered four children and this seems another!