Sometimes on the way to your dream,

you get lost and find a better one.

Sunday, May 27, 2018

Sunday Selections # 381

Welcome back to Sunday Selections.

Begun way back in the mist of time by Kim of Frog Ponds Rock and now continued by me, with a drastic relaxation of rules.

Originally meant for showcasing old photos lost on your files, never seeing the light of day, the meme has morphed into photos of your choice, new or old, good or not-so-good, anything you please, but nothing rude please.


If you are participating, please leave me a comment so I can buzz along and have a look.
Elephant's Child always participates, and her pictures are always worth seeing.


this week you'll see more of that pink and blue graffiti panel from last week.

I was careful not to get the numberplate on this car

the detail makes the stones look so real

here's a ghostly hammerhead shark

Handsome?

and Handsome's brother?

love these little mushrooms

a closer look at the first one, I like the frog on the leaf

a Bridge to Terabithia?

licorice allsorts grow on trees, did you know that?

another hammerhead shark

this giant clam (triffid? That plant , Audrey, from The Little Shop of Horrors! ) is wearing a cute little hat

again, the artists

and way down near the end of the wall:

these little birds remind me of the popular "Angry Birds" game played by millions.
















Friday, May 25, 2018

Wednesday's Words on a Friday


The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over by a moveable feast of participants when Delores had computer troubles.

The aim of the words is to encourage us to write. A story, a poem, whatever comes to mind.
If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please let us know so we can come along and read it.


This month the words are supplied by Margaret Adamson and friend Sue,  and can be found here.


This week's words are:


1. radiator
2. football
3. ballet
4. electricity
5. cooking
6. debonnaire

and/or:

1. Mambo
2. wrinkles
3. transport
4. suffocating
5. beanie
6. Patisserie

Here is my story:

"Barry, turn off that radiator, the electricity bill is going to be huge the way you just keep using appliances without thinking about the cost!"

"But it's freezing! And what about you, with the cooking and the ironing, that's using electricity too. How is it fair you can do those things, but I can't get warm?"

"We need to eat and I need to iron the wrinkles out of your shirts if you want to keep that debonnaire look you're so fond of. It's such a shame all your clothes get so untidy riding public transport every day. I'd hoped by now you'd get a promotion and we could afford a car."

"That's true, I have been passed over again and since you lost your job at the Patisserie, things have been getting tougher. Maybe I could change my look, be a bit more casual, the boss might not mind, it's not as if I'm working in one of the upper offices. I've been relegated to the sorting room for a while, until John gets back on his feet, his broken leg was pretty bad."

"Football is such a rough sport, what made him think he could still play? He's almost sixty, he shouldn't even have tried. It was just a casual match between offices. Now, I've found another cost-cutting measure for us, if you don't mind that is."

"I'd have to hear it before I decide, so spit it out, what is it?"

"Sit down and I'll make us a cup of tea while we talk about this."

"Okay, I've had a couple of deep breaths. I think I'm ready for this. What's your plan?"

"I've cancelled our tickets to the ballet, it was early enough in the season, they can resell our seats, so I got the money back, it will help with the bills and you remember the knitting I've been doing lately? I made us some beanies to wear in the evenings, if we change into our pyjamas and dressing gowns right before dinner, we'll be warmer. Do you think that will help?"

"I think you're right Audrey. Warmer clothing earlier in the evenings seems like a great idea and I appreciate you getting the money back on those ballet tickets. I have to admit I've sometimes felt like I was suffocating each time we looked at all the bills coming in. We should have sat down and discussed things long before this."

"Thanks Barry, I knew you'd understand. We do need to talk more though. Both of us need to make some changes. I've been looking for another job too, but there doesn't seem to be anything available right now for an unqualified woman who can't drive and didn't finish high school. There is one possibility. There's a factory that makes dance costumes, they need someone to iron them and you know I'm good at ironing. What do you think? They're working on a big order of Mambo outfits and I have plenty of room here to do the ironing."

"Here?"

"Yes, they'll deliver the costumes, I'll iron them and they'll get picked up the next day."

"It's worth a try, why don't you call them in the morning."



Sunday, May 20, 2018

Sunday Selections # 380 (I think)

Welcome back to Sunday Selections.

Begun way back in the mist of time by Kim of Frog Ponds Rock and now continued by me, with a drastic relaxation of rules.

Originally meant for showcasing old photos lost on your files, never seeing the light of day, the meme has morphed into photos of your choice, new or old, good or not-so-good, anything you please, but nothing rude please.


If you are participating, please leave me a comment so I can buzz along and have a look.
Elephant's Child always participates, and her pictures are always worth seeing.


this week we're taking a little wander around my city, viewing some pretty clever graffiti art:

I'm not sure this represents anything in particular,

it's on the back wall of the  Mr Sym Choon building,

while these two personalities are on the side facing the alley. Mr Sym Choon is a menswear store with very nice clothing.

this dragon is on a support pillar near a restaurant near the Waymouth Street end of Topham Mall, which runs between Waymouth Street and Currie Street.

these  next four chocolate and coffee coloured creations 

are part of one large mural


which I really love

the detail is amazing


and here is the whole mural. Clicking on each will enlarge them and I think the artist scrawled his name in the middle on that banner.

this pink and blue mural goes all the way along this wall

from end to end and top to bottom

but today I'm only showing you these few pieces of it.
I like this doorway, but not the big red lips.

I believe these two names are the very clever artists.

More next week.





 













Friday, May 18, 2018

Wednesday's Words on a Friday




The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over by a moveable feast of participants when Delores had computer troubles.

The aim of the words is to encourage us to write. A story, a poem, whatever comes to mind.
If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please let us know so we can come along and read it.


This month the words are supplied by Margaret Adamson and friend Sue and can be found here.


This week's words are in actual fact, two photographs, supplied by Margaret's friend Bill, which I have included in my little whimsy:




Bob Seagull: I really hate off-season, the beach is so quiet with no families around.

Nancy Seagull: not a chip to be seen for miles. We're going to have to forage in the waves again.


Bob Seagull: should we wait for the others?

Nancy Seagull: probably, but I'm getting a bit hungry. Where are they all anyway? 



Bob Seagull: They're in that disused Railway Tunnel over by the breakwater. Felicity Tern's eggs are beginning to hatch and Kevin Tern hasn't yet returned from scoping out that new fishing ground, so she's a bit stressed, Angie and Janet are keeping her company, while Felix and Bobo are out looking for Kevin.

Nancy Seagull: Felicity's eggs are hatching? Why didn't you tell me?? I should be there! Why didn't you say something? does she not want me there? why doesn't she like me?

Bob Seagull: don't carry on like that. You remember she built the nest way back in the shadows and you don't like the dark so much. 

Nancy Seagull: oh that's right. Well, I hope the hatching goes well. Let's not wait for them, I'm really hungry now, how about we fly over by the old jetty and see what's washed up?

Sunday, May 13, 2018

Sunday selections # 379?

Welcome back to Sunday Selections

Begun way back in the mist of time by Kim of Frog Ponds Rock and now continued by me, with a drastic relaxation of rules.

Originally meant for showcasing old photos lost on your files, never seeing the light of day, the meme has morphed into photos of your choice, new or old, good or not-so-good, anything you please, but nothing rude please.


If you are participating, please leave me a comment so I can buzz along and have a look.
Elephant's Child always participates, and her pictures are always worth seeing.


This week we are back in my garden:

my jades are covered in buds,

some of which are about to open. In a short time the bushes will be a mass of starry pink blossoms.

my elephant ears are doing very well, multiplying at a great rate

and look at these aeoniums!

the black ones are doing better now the summer heat has passed, but the roots are shallow and they keep falling over. I should have buried the stems deeper when I planted.

the coprosma doesn't seem to be making any headway at all. According to the label, this should be 1.5 metres tall by now, instead it is stuck at 50cm, but at least it is still alive and colourful.

this pelargonium is leaning quite a long way, reaching for the sun, if I anchor one of the stems with a tent peg, perhaps it will send down new roots and stabilise.

my rhubarb has a few red stems, probably ready for cutting, but being short and thin, they won't go far. I can stew them with just a couple of apples for a single serve dessert.

the 'hen and chickens' that I have forgotten the name of is spreading quite wide now, I had several of these, but pulled out most of them as they were intruding upon other plants.

the white geranium is looking nice and lush too

the succulents in the bird baths...

are being quite badly chewed, I suspect earwigs, the garden is full of them.

my cat mint bounces back every time I remember to put some water in the pot, Lola loves to roll around in a couple of stalks when I pick some for her.

on my porch table, the Angels have exchanged positions, the base of the larger one fits perfectly on the base of the upturned empty pot.

now let's take a quick look at something I saw on V's verandah, which has a roof shading it from the hot sun:

her zygocactus is flowering!

it has about ten of these lovely salmon coloured blooms.



















Friday, May 11, 2018

Wednesday's Words on a Friday

The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over by a moveable feast of participants when Delores had computer troubles.

The aim of the words is to encourage us to write. A story, a poem, whatever comes to mind.
If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please let us know so we can come along and read it.


This month the words are supplied by Margaret Adamson and friend Sue, and can be found here.


This week's words are in fact not words, but a couple of phrases:


1. off one's rocker
2. hit the sack

here is my story:

Off one’s rocker” was the general consensus as I waxed lyrical about the joys of brush painting and the fabulousness that would ensue.
A day and a half later, I had to concede they’d been right. I must have been off my rocker to start this project. I stared at the mess a while longer, then hit the sack and fell asleep instantly, to dream of perfectly finished and polished antique tables and cabinets.
After rising the next morning, I sat, chin in hand, waiting for the kettle to boil, while looking at the half-done job strewn in pieces around the tiny living room. What had gone wrong? I’d painted furniture before, every lovely looking piece in my bedroom was testament to how easy it was. Where was my mistake?
I finished my coffee, rinsed my cup and got back to work. The sides and top of the chest had not gone well and were now several shades too dark, not to mention patchy, with some areas almost black. I realised I would have to recoat the drawers to match and set to work, no longer caring as much and dripping the gloss stain everywhere.
The drawers finally finished, I left them to dry. It would take a full day, I knew that, so I changed my now stained favourite khaki pants and went visiting. Hours later, after chatting to V (last week’s birthday girl), I walked in the front door here and began clearing away newspapers, rags, then cleaned the brushes and the stirring paddle.
The drawers were dry enough to move, so I stacked them in front of the chest and avoided looking at them as much as possible. But I couldn’t help stealing glances at the glossiness of the top of the chest. From all the way across the room (three and a half steps, ha ha, it’s a small room), it wasn’t looking so bad.
I realised what I’d done wrong. Everything I’d painted up until now, had been done with water based acrylic paint. Coloured acrylic paint, which hides imperfections in wood grains as well as being easy to apply and clean up after. I had already chosen a colour for this job, but many friends and neighbours were insistent that wood should not be painted. Stain was the way to go, to show off the beautiful grain.
The grain on these pieces was most certainly not beautiful, but I caved to "superior" knowledge and bought a stain/gloss mix. BUT, it was an oil based product and any experienced, professional painter (not me) could have told me this stuff is much harder to apply AND get right.  Boy, did I learn a lesson!
Morning three and the drawers were dry, finally. I screwed the knobs back on, put the drawers in the chest and started scraping dried drips off the floor.
Knock Knock on the door. Who’s this? Another neighbour. V and I are going to Mount Barker for lunch and a good scrounge through some op shops (thrift shops), would I like to come?
Heck yes! 
I topped up Lola’s kibble, gave her fresh water and locked the door behind me. We were gone a lot longer than I thought we would be, but we’d had fun and I’d found a few bric-a-brac pieces that pleased me, so it turned out a good day.
I packed all the things back in the drawers after I’d eaten dinner, just a sandwich and fruit and decided things hadn’t turned out so badly. I still had a useable chest of drawers, the floor was clean again, and I know now that I should stay away from oil-based paints and stains.
and here it is:
taken from across the room

see how dark the top became after much bungling on my part?

this is the colour the whole thing was supposed to be, the drawers here have only one coat and would have been finished with an extra coat of clear gloss, but the rest of the piece was already two coats darker :(