Little Lost Love

Absolutely, butterflies in tummy, giddy in the head, tripping over my ankles in love with the Little Lost Love tumblr stream. The pictures are to die for, it is breathtaking how many sweet things she has found out there in the big scary internet!!

Living Creatively

Loving these talented types in the latest issue of Living Creatively.

Millicent and Frank - Eames rocker + awesome wall hanging = hello paradise?

Wallpaper Projects - I never knew I needed wallpapered stairs until now. It's love.

A Love Letter For You

Love Letters

Life Is Beautiful

It was a beautiful morning in Melbourne today, and I had the verandah doors wide open soaking up the nice breeze and of course, my glorious jasmine. Divine! But, being Melbourne, she got surly pretty quickly and heavy, black clouds came through later on. This gave me the perfect opportunity to finish a few things I had on the sewing cards. I finished a dress and a Winter cape (a little late maybe?) I had on the go - promise to post photos Jo as soon as I wear them. I also got a spontaneous burst of upcycling inspiration and made a teapot mat and some new coasters.



They are backed with the leg of an old pair of busted out jeans, and the fronts are scraps of material in my stash. I have made a dress out of each of those fabrics, I can't wait to serve tea while wearing the matching outift! Very Stepford. The husband-to-be told me to my face they were ugly and "too crafty". How rude! But, knowing him as well as I do, I had predicted such a response and had planned the backs with a dual purpose - the denim will soak up heat, but also give him something less 'crafty' to look at on his side of the coffee table.



Next up was Print Gocco - hurray! Like just about every single Brown Owl in Melbourne, Pip has got me well and truly hooked on Gocco. After my hand (not to mention fabulous ring) was made famous here, I ordered my own and finally had a chance to play today. It was only my first run, so I was a little careful and conservative, but HOORAH! Great Success!

Some busted bulbs and my screen was ready, some squished ink and off I went.



Have you ever seen so many cards!?



Life truly is beautiful!

Ok, ok I'm done it's lunchtime and I'm hungry...

But first -



I love this song! I love love the clip! I love love love the 'tude dude!

I vant to suck your blood...

The dresses that Dracula's brides wear in the movie Bram Stoker's Dracula from the 90s. It starred Keanu and Winona, like I said - so 90s. Loved it! The picture was in a library book I just borrowed called Gothic: Dark Glamour. Beautiful.

My Pretty Sisters

I miss them!

I must have been really drunk...

Because I don't remember posing for this shot in 1936.

It's from a book of Erotic French Postcards I picked up a while ago at the uber cool Outre Gallery, and it looks way too much like me to not be weird! Now I know why I felt compelled to buy the book, I was meant to see her!

At first I thought maybe it was just me who thought that but the sisters confirmed it on their last visit. Yes, it is definitely me, and now my butt is on the Internet. Great.

Spooky, no?

I wonder what she was like? Was she happy? Did she ever fall in love? Did she live to be an old lady? Is she still alive and really old today? Was she a friendly person? Who did she know? Where did she travel to? If I met her today, what would she tell me?

Rebound Books

I love Rebound Books. I have a collection of their reloved books as my photo albums for the one picture per roll of film that work out ok on my Diana.

I particularly love it when the books still have someone's name written in them in big, backwards, kids writing. These two are my latest buys! Hooray!

Sake and Cool People

Last night I popped into the Nicholas Building to check out the open studios. The Nicholas building is full of artist studios, and they were open for browsing as part of Craft Cubed. The people wandering through were painfully, effortlessly hip. Gorgeous, cool and one hair away from complete fashion victims. But they pulled it off perfectly. I felt like such a dork compared to them, carrying my empty lunchbox and shuffling around the studios trying not to knock anything over. Only one thing could make me feel better - a visit to our beloved Sushi Masa on Bourke St for sake, seaweed salad and a Sushi Masa bento. It was the only way I could lure the husband-to-be into the city to meet me, it's his number one favourite restaurant, a hole in the wall Japanese bar we discovered by accident. YUM. I thought the sake would help me get up the courage to ask the little old sushi master himself if I could take his photo, but all it did was make me giggly. So no photo this time. Maybe next time?



After a couple of beautiful Winter's days here, it's raining again today. My jasmine is blooming out of control and I'm desperate to enjoy her but it's too cold and wet to have the verandah door open! Look at her all covered in rain drops. Mmmm it smells SO GOOD!



So this rainy morning has been spent drinking Pete's perfect cappuccinos, reading a little poem I bought at the Poet's bookshop in the Nicholas Building last night, and listening to Suggs from Madness programming Rage. What a cool guy.



PS Handmade Romance left a little note on my blog! I'm star struck, I love her blog!

This Ain't Arial...

Eeep! Juan Carlos uses real skeletons and fish scales and fins to create mermaids.

This is what the website says:

Mermaids exist in the twilight place between land and sea, in the psychological intertidal zone between life-giver and life-taker. Wanton, seductive and alluring, these amphibious goddesses of classical myth toy unabashedly with a man's affections, offering him sweetness yet bringing only death. The paintings of the pre-Raphaelites portray mermaids as lovely maidens with a silvery aquatic tail, who comb their luxurious tresses in serene repose along a placid shore, but the mermaids of old were neither so innocent nor demure. With the sultry curve of their breasts and the dulcet darkness of their dreamy eyes, those half-forgotten ocean deities promised to reveal the secrets of the unattainable fathoms, only to drown men with their savage affection.
We are fascinated by mermaids because they represent the unknown, the mystical, and the dangerous predator behind a graceful face. Mermaids have captured our interest in the same way in which they snared the hearts of sailors, dizzying us and disorienting us, pulling us under the turquoise waves. Many of the oldest stories claim that the merfolk have no tongues, yet this doesn't keep them from casting their spell over the poor unfortunate who falls in love with them; one tale tells of a fisherman's daughter who becomes infatuated with a merman but, when she discovers that he can never proclaim his love for her, she follows him into the ocean, only to perish.
Some claim that mermaids still sing their wordless melodies, playing amongst the waters and the waves. Juan Cabana, wandering the lonely shores of secluded beaches, has often found the mortal remains of these creatures. In life, they swim below the surface and rarely rise from the crushing deep, but upon death, the merciless storms cast their bodies up from the dark waters to deposit them on the white sand. Juan knows the distant coves where the currents bring them, and he gathers their remains with the hope of preserving them, honoring them, and showing humanity that we are not the only intelligent species on this beautiful planet. These teratisms of terrible beauty, wild and exotic, lie beyond the taint of human civilisation. They live in harmony with their aquatic environment, and Juan's respect for them has resulted in a never-ending search for mermaids and sea monsters around the world.
Cabana's mermaids are no gentle pre-Raphaelite maidens. These mermaids seduce us, not with their siren beauty, but with parchment skin and haunted eyes. Their allure lies in their hypnotic honesty. Cabana's mermaids have been dredged from the stygian depths, where the pressure and endless darkness breed spine-toothed monsters and grotesque simian scavengers. These creatures are the sisters and brothers of Barnum's Mermaid, some crawling from the banks of a lagoon, others laid out like wizened specimens in a laboratory. They seethe with life, they call to us with shrill tongues and crooked fingers, they beg to drag us down into the abyss. From the mid-ocean trenches and the bottomless channels they come.

Can you tell I'm easily distracted today?

Warning! Warning!

Shop Moose newsletter just hit my inbox today. For the sake of our pending connubials, someone hide my credit card!!

Skully brooch, Rabbits at War necklace, Paper Aeroplane brooch, Moeko Flower pendant

On the weekend?

Maybe I will whip some of these up on the weekend? They are so pretty! Kirsty is so clever.

But I'm scared of tealights in glasses. I had a candle obsession in high school, like most girls did. Complete with candle wax in the carpet from spills and drops, candle wax up the walls from blowing them out too hard, and ruined pots and pans from attempts to make more candles out of the remnants of old candles. They always seemed to come out purpley-blue, even though the candles I melted were a variety of colours?

Anyway, the point is, one night I was having a lovely relaxing bath, complete with tea lights all around the tub. Then one exploded. Apparently the glass got too hot? Fright of my life. Then another one exploded. Bath time O-V-E-R.

The husband-to-be hates the fact that I horde away glass jars. I just can't bear to throw out a salsa or jam jar, they just look like they will come in so handy one day! Maybe this will be my solution? I think they would be pretty on the verandah for Spring BBQs.

Bird Brain

Petey-boy might know how to rock a hat, but personally I love a pretty feather. Like these earrings by Smoobage I saw on the Mustard and Sage blog the other day. Lust.

Mad Hatter

The husband-to-be loves to wear a hat. Always has. When we started going out he had a wide collection of bucket hats (something the homegirls and I puzzled over for a long time). These days he is such a hat connoisseur he even has a favourite brand. Avenel of Melbourne. I just love their logo, don't you?

It's my 100th Post! It's dedicated to Alnonymous!

I ummed and I ahhed and I spent the meditation part of my yoga class tonight pondering what I should post for number 100! I certainly didn't clear my mind and find inner peace, but I did realise that there is really only one thing worthy of such a grand moment.

Lani, this is for you, as I know you love it perhaps even more than Steph loves Lol Cats.

Enjoy!

PS - Nora has an online shop??

Snaps for Akira and Easton Pearson!

Loving every single item in their collections at Brissie Fashion Week!

Here are some extra special favorinos:

Akira -

Easton Pearson -

(Yes Pete, I even dig the crazy hat. I know you don't get it. I know you're laughing. But I don't care.)

Brissie gals this is for you...

Looks like a sweet little shop, no?

They have a website here

Some more new library books for me!

Thanks Kew Library for ordering these new books for me!

Happy Birthday Fifi Lapin!

She is quite simply too damn cute for words.

More beautiful brides

Concrete and Honey is currently posting on beautiful weddings. Boy oh boy, she's not kidding!