tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70496938636721537822012-02-14T08:09:30.425+11:00cottage industrypenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18267416259888049673noreply@blogger.comBlogger11331100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7049693863672153782.post-23409924157677341082012-02-13T23:14:00.000+11:002012-02-13T23:14:16.568+11:00

I love my scissors. Freshly sharpened, ready to cut. They look tiny all lined up here but I use 12" shears and each of these is a different weight and balance and used for when I am cutting different fabrics. My new favourite is the blue handled ones on the right, they are heavy in the handle and cut through layers  and layers of fabric with ease, they're for doing the heavy work. The pair next

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Quite a bit of sorting and cleaning got done today. Things got moved about, a pile from over here got moved to over there, stuff got stacked on the table, some vacuuming was done, things got put in boxes. It seems like today was a 'home day' for so many people I know, perhaps it was the weather. I had a little helpmate, Jethro feels he has not appeared on the blog enough lately so today we are

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I was really hoping that this morning I could shout from the rooftops that the satchel shipment was on it's way...... but no, still no movement on that front even though I got the email saying they would be going out last night. Sigh. It's ready, it's boxed, it's waiting, I'm waiting, a whole book full of people are waiting but... no. The only way I've managed to handle the stress of the last

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You know I am a textiles geek, well my fascination with this proves it. I've been meaning to post about this for weeks but the throttling of the internet meant I could only look at the articles on my iPhone and then I forgot to check it out when the power returned. This is a garment made from spider silk. Yes you read that right- spider silk. In fact the silk of 1,000,000+ Golden Orb Spiders,

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I felt in the mood to clean today. So there was vacuuming and more vacuuming and unearthing things I had almost forgotten about. The wind last Sunday must have howled through the studio windows and there was grit and dandelion fairies everywhere. I must be feeling a bit more together. Some people need to clean to feel better, I need to feel better to start cleaning and sorting. The whole point

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I'm all over the place. I can't settle. A stream of late night emails last night have made matters even worse. Let's say getting to sleep was hard last night, the dreams were annoying and then someone forgot to set the alarm. All in all not a great way to start the day. This satchel order is going to send me over the edge! The studio is draped in Welsh blankets, my own padded room you might say

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I've slept in, I'm running horrendously late, I meant to post this yesterday, I should be at the studio by now. I've waited months to see this episode of Grand Designs and finally Sunday night it was on. Freddie Robins and Ben Coode-Adams 500 year old barn conversion. Freddie is a textile based artist whose work I much admire, it's conceptual, it's funny, at times kind of gross and kitsch and

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...and the windy city is mighty gritty. I ventured out yesterday and came back covered in tram sand grit. It was quite fun taking the tram a little further than my usual route, wandering around the trade fair, hopping back on the tram, taking a short purposeful wander around the city and then coming back home to papers and buckets of tea. To hole up against the crazy wind and smell the rain

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Look! Hot off the presses- and the sewing machine- the start of our new range of cushions! I've been hanging out with Michelle and Jacqui down at Frankie and Swiss watching the big digital Florence zoom backwards and forwards across some fabric. It's a project I was hoping to start last year but everything got tied up and Xmas just swept us away but finally we've got things happening. We needed

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A journey to The Nong is always like having a mini holiday full of exotic sights and smells. There is the supermarket that sells fresh Islander food, the Indian ladies now running all the op shops (always a good sign when the volunteer nationalities starts reflecting an area) and of course a visit to my favourite big sub-continent  grocery store where it is fun just to cruise around ogling the

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I stayed up late last night, accidentally, in email conversation with Cambridge Satchels. More satchels being added to the order- it's killing me waiting for the Fedex confirmation of shipment email but at least there are more satchels ending up in the boxes. This shipment is going to take over the shop! Fingers crossed it goes out tonight, we might get it by next Friday then...... Oh and I've

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So today wasn't 100 buttonholes, more like 48. I haven't managed to sew on any buttons as I was out socialising tonight but hopefully if I get my new glasses I'll be ensconced on the couch tomorrow night stitching, stitching, stitching. I got inspired today after the buttonholes to start work on a new dress. It seems to be channelling  Laura Ingalls/Little House on the Prairie (although Little

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Oh yes the studio was foul yesterday. By two I was almost comatose put I ate a lolly snake and drank some tea sitting in front of a fan and pushed through the 'pain barrier' and managed to get the dresses finished up to button stage- yay for me. Now I have about 100 button holes to do today- blah for me. I might break it down into sets of 4 just to feel like I am achieving something. It's a

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Vintage floral linens make me happy. Yesterday I started cutting and sewing new batches of cushions. I couldn't work on the damn Swiss cotton dresses because I ran out of cream thread and needed to get buttons (which I discovered last night I had already bought) and I couldn't finish the skirts because I had no 20cm invisible zips, my haberdashery wholesaler was off on a long weekend so

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Thursday felt like Sunday. Sitting in a backyard, eating good food, enjoying the breeze and the chat and not actually 'celebrating' Oystralya Dai. I'm scared of the flag waving, the cars with flags attached, the face painting, the jingoism, the xenophobia. But it's nice taking a day off to hang with friends. Now this morning I am all over the place- is it Friday, Monday or another Sunday? I"m

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Thankfully the humidity is sticking around 30%, it may be hot, hot, hot but at least I'm not a greasy pile of sweatiness. The studio isn't actually too bad and I've spent the last few days working on a new batch of dresses. Lovely Swiss cotton floral voile. The components are all ready to go, the skirt bits, the bodice and the facings, they just all need to come together, then lots of button

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Fingers crossed any day now my internet connection will click back over and we'll be back to full speed again. Of course this means you won't have to hear any more complaints on that front- although I am sure I can find something else to whine about. Jethro and I spent most of yesterday on the bed snoozing and reading. I'm wishing I had a real weekend, one where you get a day to rest and a day

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Have a close look at that jacket- 3D flowers! Traditionally the last Friday before Oystralya Dai is marked in the diary (if I had one) as Fryerstown Friday. We jump in the car and head off to attend the Fryerstown Antique Market. It is always hot, plain hot or extreme hot, and very dusty, this year was mainly pleasantly hot, sweaty but not stifling and everyone seemed in a much more relaxed mood

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A bit of late evening strawberry jam making. I let this batch boil over whilst I was ferreting in the shop cupboard. The strawberry man came around the other day, a January Fitzroy tradition, where the growers send their excess stock out to be sold door to door. Back in my restaurant days you never knew what produce would walk on the door during harvest time. Quite nice when the fruit comes to

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Apologies for the weird nerdiness of yesterday, just blame it on serious lack of sleep. I'm slowly knitting that ravelled sleeve and feeling a little more together. Maybe the hot nights are at fault too, although I don't really notice it when we have dry heat, which we have been having, rather than any humidity. With dry heat I just end up thinking 'oh was that 35℃? I didn't notice' whereas 35℃

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Excuse my absence for the last few days but I have been on a journey into Geekdom and back through Nerdistan. As you know I've been complaining about the throttling of my internet speed over the last few weeks and I have to own up that it was totally my fault for downloading 'Game of Thrones' right at the start of my billing time and during peak hours instead of in the darkness of off-peak

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My morning is in disarray, hopefully I will be able to catch up on lost time! I just caught myself taking a deep breath and willing myself to slow down before my head explodes. ( I hate it when people say 'breathe', if I wasn't breathing in the first place I'd be what is technically called 'dead'. Those self help mantra posters and plaques make me want to do something violent and destructive.)

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I have to say Norden was quite nice to put together. I didn't have one moment of Ikea-angst during the whole build. He was an absolute pleasure. This picture was taken earlier in the day, he's now decorated with some cookatoos, a pile of tins, a collection of Johnston Ware Jamboree plates, a long compartmented wire basket and the start of a regiment of storage boxes. Nothing has gone into the

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The extent of creativity here at the moment has been hanging tapestries and waiting for the delivery truck from Ikea to arrive ('any time between 7am and 1pm, they'll text you half an hour before' and I am really hoping it is before 11am......). Yes, I have made a decision. I've gone with the Norden, all 48kgs of it, I'm planning to lug it upstairs piece by piece. The wall has been patched and

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I really am being quite lazy. I'm doing things, running about but in a very half-arsed way. Yesterday was another trip to the optometrist's as they managed to totally stuff up my new prescription. A lovely more experienced lady did the tests this time and bingo! The test specs were perfecto! Hmmm. I had such a hard and depressing January last year and am taking things differently this year as I

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They say that dreams are the 'clearing house of the mind', I say 'gee thanks for those nightmares last night'. As I have said I am a bit paranoid about one of the GSIs (Gertrude Street Irregulars) ripping the new doilies off the tree after hearing one of them say on Saturday that 'it's strangling the tree'. Well founded paranoia it seems as someone did manage to damage a foot long piece

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My internet connection is driving me completely and utterly bonkers. It is so slow and then pages won't load and picture scroll down about a centimetre and then stop. In this particular case I am not a patient person. Perhaps it's payback for teasing Jen for the last couple of years for being on dial-up! I loved lying in bed yesterday listening to the rain. I ventured out sleepily to get the

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I ventured out yesterday. A little unproductive op shopping on the outer northern fringes. Vinnies Epping seems to be the home of some seriously bad art that I was almost tempted to buy. It was also the home of a seriously funky bad smell and escape was necessary (this sentence contains the only use of the word 'funky' I will permit, as in bad, wrong, off). It also has some quite good furniture

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I spent today out the front frocking up Miss Magnolia after she got stripped bare by one of the Gertrude Street Irregulars on New Year's Day. Oh my, she is looking stunning! She's lost her 'Miss Havisham' look and is glowingly white- until the rain and cars send her tattered grey again. People stopped to thank me for re-doing her and a car pulled up for its passengers to take photos. I am

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Popped down to Ikea last night to pick up the brackets for the New Project and was excited to see they have a new product instore- Pållett. I feel this new system is ripe for a bit of hacking! It's a bit 'earthier' than the usual finish of Ikea products but I think they are possibly tapping into the whole industrial look. Can't wait to see it appearing in The D-Files home profiles!

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I had grand plans to post yesterday that the shop was open again after the Xmas break, somehow it just didn't happen- so better late than never, the shop is open again! I managed to finish the screen door re-vamp, Jethro has climbed it, he's found it a little saggy on the right side but he hasn't managed to tear it yet so thumbs up. I patch painted marks on the walls, moved stuff around, packed

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I moved very slow today. Don't really know why, yes it was hot but not overly hot inside even though I forgot to shut the windows and keep the heat out. I tend to keep the windows open to let any breeze to creep through. Tomorrow though I think I should shut the house down. I managed to get a bit more of the shop done but I started to feel queasy and lethargic and just had to crawl upstairs. I

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It is peaceful here in the Vale of Sloth. I got up and out this morning as I always do on a Saturday but rather than a quick dash to get the papers, bread, milk it seemed to take forever. Holiday brain in control. I dawdled and wandered and got lost in Piedimonte's  supermarket (would much have preferred being at Leo's but too far to travel this morning). Normally I race on Saturdays to get

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I got the bread baking bug yesterday, a nice crusty loaf of rye/white sourdough.  I'm happy with this loaf, it's not perfect but it's yum. I love a good bit of rye toast with honey, Tasmanian CWA creamed honey in this case with Pepe Saya handmade butter, I know, I'm such a wanker. Today I ventured out to Bunnings, felt like I needed a good nap when I got home. I now have some supplies to start

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After a day of picnickery yesterday the hammer, chisel, paint and brush have come out today. Just couldn't help myself. Of course everything I have started has come with the 'oh god, why have I started this....' and now I have walked away from it all leaving piles of crap in my wake. Jethro came downstairs took one look and retired to the thunderbox (last Xmas's project) outside for a snooze in

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Our new family member, Sam Junior, a little bundle of ridiculousness for Dad to play with. Xmas Day was a mix of turkey, nephews, kitten and crazed weather. I ended up in a traffic jam caused by the storm and sent out a huge thank you to the SES volunteers for chainsawing trees off the roads. Boxing Day. Sleep, tea drinking, book reading, trashy afternoon TV watching, pyjama wearing all day.

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I've just dropped a cheesecake on my big toe. You'd think that wouldn't be the most painful thing but said cheesecake was in a Fowlers Vacola jar and has split my toe open and left a bruise. Non-usual food in jars is my latest obsession. Except when they land on feet. Cheesecake did not survive but it did manage to hold most of the jar together so it was a bit less dangerous as I limped about

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I just raced out the door this morning to realise I didn't know why I was running around like a mad thing. The bank wasn't open, I didn't need to go to North Fitzroy until tomorrow morning, nowhere else I needed to go was open, so I did a U-turn and headed back here. A symptom of Xmas I think, furiously buzzing  like a bluebottle in a jar. I have vacuumed the shop ready for opening, I am

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Afternoon all. Been on the go since sparrow's fart. Actually that's not true- having put clean sheets on the bed last night Jethro and I slept a lovely sleep and only got out of bed when we really really had to, so a quarter past sparrow's fart is probably more accurate. The Cottage got in yesterday's edition of Broadsheet. To our amusement the writer thinks we sell knitted hats covered in

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We are a nice little community along here. Visitors even say we are the nicest part of Gertrude Street. We have magnolia trees and little cafés (Sonido, Radio and Breizoz Creperie). We have been known to hang out on the footpath and chat, we send customers to each other if we don't have what they are looking for and we just compliment each other very nicely. If you are heading west from

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Jethro has picked up on the Xmas vibe. He really doesn't like 7 days a week shopping, he doesn't like the feeling of being excluded on the other side of the screen door and he is curious about all the fussing and high energy. Yesterday morning he went out the back quite happily but then when I closed the screen door he sat and screamed at it and finally threw himself against it until the door

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I ran off to the city today. I needed some time away from the shop and I desperately needed to run a few errands, like buying a new pair of jeans and getting my eyes tested. Choosing a pair of glasses wasn't fun, rather like trying on bathers, someone really needs to develop new mirrors and lights for shops like this. Do I really look that ugly and blotchy? Sigh. Poor Anna was left alone in

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Normally I try to get a nice Saturday type photo for a Saturday blog post but I just haven't had the time or energy this week. I've just spend 15 minutes trawling through old photos and phone photos to decide on a pic of the necklace Dell made for me. Everyone needs a bit of spectrum in their day. You should see the one she's been sporting! Spectrum on steroids! Anyway, it is the second last

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After whipping up the Chutney Club hamper shopping bags I raced off to delightful (not) Derrimut to pick up the last batch of Cambridge Satchels for the year. Look what we unpacked! Little 11" satchels in gold and silver foiled leather! These babies have only just been released and were only available online but we were asked if we would like some and of course we had to say 'yes please!'. They

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I'm running horrendously late now. When I woke the computer this morning the dictionary screensaver said 'irksome', perhaps it can be a new form of horoscope, interpret it as you will. I managed to turn my phone to silent and lose it in the bedclothes after a friend texted this morning at a time that is early for me and not so early for a farmer's wife. I fell back into that deep weird morning

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I actually forced myself to go to bed before 11pm last night, rather than the usual after midnight, and I have to say it was worth it. I drifted about in SleepyLand® and although Jethro mewed and stomped on me a few times I managed to pretty much get a good night's snooze. I am looking forward to the morning I get to sleep in until afternoon..... I've actually written a list of things I need to

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Oh thank you! You shouldn't have! It's just what I wanted for Xmas! How did you know? My very own Airstream! Brilliant (in more ways than one)! I spied this on the way home from the studio last night. Glinting in the sun. It's just a medium size one but that's fine. If you want to ogle it it's behind Labour in Vain on the corner of Moor and Brunswick Streets- until I steal it that is.

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Things have gone from the sublime to the ridiculous around here. The unsold stock is back from the DFiles Open House, the butcher's twine delivery has arrived, there are boxes of Xmas feathered creatures with nowhere to roost and today I need to get a whole pile of tea towel cushions made and stuffed , where we are going to put the damn things I have no idea. How did the shop get so chock full?

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Around here Xmas means one really important thing....... it's time for the Chutney Club annual fundraising raffle. Over $900 was raised last year and all the money went to KIVA and Oxfam. If you pop over here you can actually follow the KIVA loans, they really are a donation that keeps on giving, it really is amazing. The draw is coming up shortly so pop over here are buy some online tickets or

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I'm here in front of the computer shovelling arepa con huevo  and chorizo, also known as 'latin eggs and bacon', down my gullet and getting my head around being shopgirl today. I've vacuumed and found places for the new batch of pianola shades that arrived yesterday evening. Jethro is running around like a loon, he knows it isn't a normal Sunday and I might need to leave an extra 5 minutes

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Anna and Dell have been encouraging me to pull my finger out and start making some clothes for the shop. I keep telling customers they are coming (.... like Xmas blah blah blah...) but I finally managed to get some done yesterday after the aborted start in the middle of the week. That was until the iron finally attempted suicide and had to be unplugged and raced outside. Guess who has to find

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There has been a bit of discussion this year about glitter. Seems some people just don't think glitter is a serious material for professional crafters to use. I've got to say I do love a bit of glitter, I was going to say used sparingly but then I remembered the year I was commissioned to do three shop Xmas fit outs for Ipanema. Everything was covered in glitter and I was shitting glitter for a

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You can always tell if I'm a bit over stretched at this time of year- I start baking. In this case I have developed an addiction to perfecting a decent loaf of sourdough. A fair chunk of this little loaf was devoured with my other addiction, artisan butter, slathered on the top. I managed to get a chunk of today in the studio but I can't say with any confidence that anything worthy actually

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Yesterday afternoon there was a mad dash to Derrimut again to pick up 4 huge boxes containing our lastest satchel order. Amazing what I can get in the Nissan Pulsar hatchback...... especially as I had actually cleaned the back of the car out this time unlike last time. I almost ran out of petrol in the darkest Derrimut but was lucky enough to notice the mileage (petrol gauge is wonky) in time

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Why is it that on a Sunday when I can sleep in and I end up awake before 8am and on a Monday when I should be up and out I am still lolling about under the covers? It probably didn't help this morning that when I did come upright for the first time I had a splitting headache arcing over my left eye. My head went back on the pillow after that rude awakening. Jethro, who always likes a good lie

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Yet again last night I spent hours unpacking boxes and moving stuff around in the shop. I don't have enough horizontal, vertical or any other type of space. I made some new vintage linen cushions yesterday and now the lower level of the bunk is chock full, next week I start the tea towel cushions and then we really will be in trouble. Bursting at the seams indeed. To top it all off Mr McEwan

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Not sure what's in the water at the moment, I think my tea might contain hallucinogens. The Xmas window is a bit weird- a giant fluoro god's eye, bound branches, a bit of retro styling tinsel and some brown paper chains. Yes, definitely a bit strange. Whilst I was doing the window I overheard two young teenage boys talking about how much they loved the doily tree out the front and wondered

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Last night was the opening of the Design Files Open House, in a warehouse down Little Napier Street, with lovely people and nibbles and drinks. It was sort of like visiting a house inspection and having a party, there was a bit of bathroom envy and lots of staring at unusual views of Fitzroy through windows and checking the sky out from the rooftop terrace. It's always fun seeing your

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There has been a bit of sleeping in here, no setting of the alarm, just waking up when we wake up- which is strangely the same time we always get up just without the blaring of the buzzer and the hitting of the snooze button. Monday, post Markit, was spent on the computer emailing and paying bills and checking up on stuff. Yesterday was a run up country in the heat and humidity to look for

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....where, after unloading the car and putting the shop back together, she fell asleep watching 'Pride and Prejudice' late in the evening. I really do need to get a Rent-a-Roadie for doing things like Markit! I felt guilty watching Jen lugging things out to the car as I packed boxes and shoved stuff in bags but at least we had trolleys. Markit has to be one of the more civilised craft/design

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So we are now in the finishing stretch! The boxes will be packed tonight, the car loaded in the morning and off to Markit we will go! Please post a comment if you want us to bring anything in particular. I'll either end up taking too little or too much, I do tend to be on the 'kitchen sink' side though. We will be set up in the BMW Edge foyer if you get all overwhelmed when you get there.

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In today's edition of The Age Melbourne Mag's Xmas gift guide. On the green page our kelly green Cambridge Co satchel (editor's pick) and on the red page our vintage Welsh blanket cushion (rated 'safe bet', not sure what that means). Phone has been going crazy. Tomorrow is going to be fun.......

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It's been one of those weeks. There has already been a few emotional tears shed this morning and a pot of moderately expensive moisturiser splattered all over the floor (tears were not over spilt face cream I should clarify). On the up side I now have fabulously moderately expensive moisturised feet and arms. I'm off to Bunnings for plastic storage boxes this morning, I seem to buy these damn

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A new shipment of carved wooden animals arrived today and we couldn't help but have a play with them all over the counter. We enacted our own miniature version of this. Dell felt the fawns needed to be corralled. They'll be looking for homes tomorrow once we find the two packets of stickers that have gone missing......

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Early on sunday morning I awoke to a familiar noise, if you live in the inner city it is a magical sound. The sound of hot air balloons firing their burners, I love it when ballooning season comes around. They sailed passed my window, first one, then four and then a single last of the pack, then up and over the housing commission flats at Atherton Gardens. I love the story of a friend and his

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Sorry for the radio silence, I've been up country visiting our Queens of Craft. I just got back last night with much unpacking and pricing to do. Whilst I was away a big box of new Cambridge Satchels arrived, I hadn't know what we were getting and I opened it to a fluoro-fluoro-fluoro! Mixed in with all Ann's crocheted goodness the shop is looking like a Pantone colour swatch book. Ann has made

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Tripped out in the pouring rain to get the papers and bread this morning. The new improved (??) tropical Melbourne..... I must remember to buy a new fan for the bedroom, it's times like these I am tempted by the thought of living with an air conditioner. I managed to get the stock off for the Open House yesterday and kind of fell in a heap after. I have a big week next week so thought 'bugger

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Some of the quilts finished today. Just a few. Some of these are going off to The Design Files Open House so if you are interested in any of them them drop me an email, call the shop or pop in as I'll be packing them up on Friday for delivery. We can mail them to you if you are not able to drop in. I raced back to the shop so Dell could help me photograph them, the breeze was a bit strong but

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I've just got the call to say the quilting is ready to be picked up and the email to let me know the cushions are on their way and I've just realised the studio is going to be mucho squashy for the next few day! That's a lot of stuff I need to find room for. I took home a big batch of hearts ready to be eyeletted and filled but only got to the punching holes for the eyelets stage but I did seem

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I have no idea why today's word is 'axolotl', it just popped into my head in the shower and now it is in your head. You'll be thinking that word all day now. I like to share you know. After last week's run of NQW/NQR things happening (nothing quite wrong, nothing quite right) I am trying to stay positive this week. All the fabric is at the quilter's, even though it nearly killed me, it should

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The denim quilts are underway although I need to get another days work in on them and the quilter needs them delivered first thing monday. Aren't gonna happen between now and then.... It was really calming working on them, I go through a love/hate relationship with work like this. I hang the panels up as I finish them, one minute I am passionately in love with them, immersed in their beauty,

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There has been a lot of binary days over the last two years, I think this is the last one for quite some time, and it is Remembrance Day too. Remember to stop for a minute at 11am won't you? If you are in the city the bugler will probably step out into the middle of the road at  the intersection of Collins and Swanston to play the Last Post. Last time I was there for it tourists were all

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Yesterday was not a good day to be up to my eyeballs in woolly goodness. It's done now. Twenty plus metres of patchwork blanketing ready to go to the quilters this morning. The vintage denim lengths still aren't dry though, what with all this humidity, so I am going to have to do a bit of juggling with the new patched denim quilts I have been planning. I know you are thinking I must be crazed

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Well Monday ended up being a crazy day. The lads came in and tinkered with the sewing machine (basically fixed just needs slight oil adjustments now) and Chris gave me the semi bad news about the steambox iron, pressurestat and thermostat rooted and needed replacing, good news I am more than capable of doing the repairs. So off to Jackson's I went then back to the shop to catch up with Harriett

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I was given roses on the weekend. So pretty. I'm waiting this morning for a call to come through to let me know when Chris is coming up to the studio to fix my new sewing machine. Friday was not a good day. The Compacta iron decided that although it had a new cap that was not the problem and shot steam everywhere, then mid afternoon the Pfaff flashed an 'error 7' message and seized up. I threw

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This handsome devil arrived yesterday. A barn owl. I could stare for hours at his beautiful plummage. He is so incredibly soft and he's back camouflage is amazing, like bark on a tree. I've made him a special pile of logs to stand on from driftwood I collected in Tasmania and I think he may have to go in a lovely glass dome. He is such a lovely Owl Rex (if you haven't read/heard of/seen

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In amongst doing boring jobs yesterday, like trimming down tea towels, I thought I had better do some work on some First World War recruitment bunting cushions that have been sitting there mocking me with their unfinishedness. Then I got sidetracked and started cutting up an old wool flag I had scored. I'd washed it and then it had hung around the house until I finally remembered to take it to

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Someone has taken to sleeping in in the mornings. I wish I could. I managed to spend all day yesterday in the studio, I worked on the vintage Japanese purses, I bound felt oven gloves, I sorted and ironed tea towels ready to make cushions, I moved stuff about and unearthed other stuff from under mountains of more stuff. My studio occasionally resembles an archeological dig, sometimes a treasure

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I chose to stay home yesterday. I needed to find the time to sort out the piles of crap in the big room. It's been getting me down and might be the cause/effect of my malaise. There is still stuff everywhere but there is more of the floorboards showing, the rubbish has been dragged out (it's Garbage Eve last night) and there is now stuff stowed in boxes (out of sight issue there, let's see if I

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I seem to be dealing with an emotional/creative furball at the moment. I'm feeling antsy and angsty and annoyed and I just wish I could cough it up and get on with things. Jethro managed to spit his real one out the other evening and I just wish I could do the same with my virtual one. I know it's just the time of the year, the pre-pre-Xmas trough of despair when money is leaking out and not

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After a bit of a flat week that morphed into the flat grumpies I got home yesterday to find the book delivery had arrived. Joy oh joy! We've been waiting weeks for this order and it was worth it! First out of the boxes was our old favourite the Tasmania CWA 21st Anniversary cookbook, we sold out of these a couple of weeks back and it's nice to have it in store once again. One of the boxes

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A box of Marnie's Miss Mousies arrived yesterday. As I unpacked them this is what Dell saw- a rainbow of mice. (Marnie did you realise that you made a mouse rainbow?) She just couldn't help herself, the Queen of Rainbows, Miss Colour Spectrum. When we popped them in the basket on the table I was chided for getting it all wrong, mixing them up, much laughter ensued. Sometimes I get back to the

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I was down one end of the city whilst Her Maj was down the other, I heard the squealing but that was it. Mind you many years ago I attended the Australian Ballet with QEII so I view that as my life's allowance of royalty proximity. Having a Royal Family and being part of the pink bits on the map (aka the Commonwealth) amuses me no end, CHOGM always seems a bit like the nerds taking over the

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Sorry for being AWOL. No particular reason, just an overwhelming sense of 'arrrggghhh' and a desire to hide under the blanket. With so much to do I have been finding that settling to one thing is little hard. I need to go and do the city supply run but as the Queen is doing the rounds it might all be a little hard..... and I seem to have lost my morning. I seem to get all a bit mashed up when

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It was satchel delivery day today.... well actually satchel pick up day as Fedex stuffed up and I had to race to Derrimut in the middle of the afternoon to pick up three boxes of stock. Rainy Friday afternoon traffic is not much fun- especially when I almost got stuck in the city when the police decided to get a bit gung-ho. As we tried to mark stock off we had people waiting to buy the

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The scent of petrichor* was strong this evening when I went for a walk. Hot concrete and spits of rain. A bit of a mishmash of a day. I was awake most of the night (damn daylight saving's lag), I went to bed knowing that there was no use in trying to get to sleep so went and sat outside on the thunderbox drinking tea, chatting with Jethro and listening  to the pigeons tumbling off the roof next

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I've been wanting to re-work the scarf dresses for sometime now. It's such a classic but it's also such a bugger to make, slippy and slidey and silky and I really have to be in the right frame of mind to do them. I also wanting to re-draft the pattern and last Friday I stood at the cutting table and was totally bamboozled by the base block I use for this garment, it made my head swim, so I

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Anna and I were chatting this evening just after we closed the shop and we turned around to discover someone sitting in the Haberdashery Box box. We're sure he was just waiting to be noticed. Ridiculous.

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I seem to be unable to get out of bed at the moment, I am enjoying that morning sleep in far too much. Yesterday I finally crawled from bed at 9.15 and really it totally threw my morning into disarray (mainly because there was a whole pile of things I had left undone the day before and I had an hour to put them to rights) so I decided no studio but to venture out on a quest. I had been trying

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Last week I went out to the back and found a cocoon on the ground next to the car. Being a wunderkammer type of person I picked it up and popped it on the dashboard with the intent to take it inside but being a lazy soul I left it there with a piece of wave polished glass I found in Tasmania. Next day when I got in the car I noticed it wasn't on the dash and found it rolling around the floor, I

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You might remember back when Dell organised the 'Denim' show that some very important work didn't arrive from Antwerp. Sadly the package of Renilde's work seemed to have been stashed under some postal worker's desk , suddenly a tracking email popped up and it was on the move and so it finally arrived 2 and 1/2 months late. Dell grabbed a window of opportunity and is having a two week exhibition

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Sorry for the lack of posts, flat camera batteries and a lack of motivation primarily to blame, and lots of other activities going on like getting to rummage through the first three boxes of treasures collected in Mexico by the lovely Zara. She's brought us the cream of the crop, the Best in Show, the bee's knees and there is more to come! First on the racks are the new coloured Frida dresses.

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Nothing to report. Quiet day yesterday, pretty much doing nothing, I needed things to be still for a few hours. I didn't get the drill out, I didn't do any vacuuming, I did put on a load of washing. Jethro slept for hours on end. I drank tea and stared at the wall, although by 9pm I had to stop myself from rearranging the big room, as you do when the piles of boxes and stuff starts to totter

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Actually all eight of them. I have nowhere to store them as they will have to be under lock and key thanks to a furry housemate who will want to 'love' them. I think I may have caught poultry fever but how could I turn down a whole chicken coop of crazy roosters?! We've got leghorns, a silkie, cochins, frizzles and a gamebird (sounds like a bunch of homie rappers). I think people who came into

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This weeks big project was making 3 tapestry pouffés. A pretty exhausting effort really. I had to break the tapestries out of their frames, piece them together, back them, sew them together..... you know the deal. They are pretty stunning if I say so myself. We decided to get in an external product tester- Mr Finn of Maxwell, Finn and Associates. On arrival Jethro quite happily handed over the

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Jethro is three years old today. Looking over photos last night I marvelled at how he's changed and how he's stayed the same. There are no presents but we had a cuddle and I thanked his little white socks for being such a handsome character of a kitty. According to the cat wall at the Show he is now 28 human years old, great that's all I need, a late 20 something male in my life. Normally I

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Yesterday was parcel day and the best package of all was the one from our friend Zara. Zara is the collector of all the beautiful Mexican clothing we stock and the first batch of new Summer stuff arrived in that box of delight. A whole new stash of Frida dresses in cream and I have to say they are the best I think we have ever had. They are always great but sometimes there is the joy of pulling

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The drill was out again this Sunday, three weekends running. Perhaps it was the whole daylight savings change but I decided I really really needed to do a bit of cleaning. Of course the amount of cleaning here would take a whole week (if not longer) so I didn't get very far and of course it has caused mayhem, the cleaning ripple effect. Four loads of washing which will probably end up on the

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Just a few gratuitous animal shots from the Show on Wednesday. I wish that you are allowed to go into the stables but they have banned people from mingling with the horses. Nothing like a calm plodding Clydesdale to make you feel tiny or a fully turned out dressage horse to make you feel inelegant and ungainly. Nothing like having a friend to lean on. (OK that was a bit corny.) You can't

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I see that certain compadres managed to be at the Show on Wednesday too but they got there a bit later than we did and managed to get blown to Kansas in the Big Storm. I was home safe and dry and drinking cups of tea and eating Bertie Beetles in the Cottage with Dell. I felt quite knackered after all the excitement of Show and Storm and lying in bed yesterday morning listening to the rain

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