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step by step

My idea of opening up a room in the house (that I don’t use) as a showroom for the bigger items I make (bedspreads, floor cushions, etc) has still not come to fruition, despite my having made progress by painting walls, hanging plants, putting in curtains and new rugs, organising display, etc. I’m trying for an eclectic sort of look – not really hard for me, since my material world seems to be a collection of stuff that never co-ordinated to begin with. And ‘progress’ is a tricky concept – since the start of this year, the rate at which I am getting things done has been grindingly slow. Karen has been on at me to fix an opening date because she knows I usually manage to work to a deadline, but I’m resisting with surprising stubbornness. In January, the middle of February sounded good. But here we are in the middle of March and I’m still flailing.  I’m driving myself insane…

Anyhow. Whatever. It is what it is. I got two cute little tables from a friend who was throwing out stuff and they just got repainted. The legs of the rectangular table had all been chewed by Dolly, her rabbit, but I didn’t bother to sand them down. I figure Dolly must have worked hard at leaving her mark.

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Fresh white and a bit of duck-egg:

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I have another lovely order for pillowcases from the Kalk Bay, the production of which I have managed to stretch out over an entire week! Arrgh!

I’ve been unearthing needlepoint cushions and unfinished pieces, and giving them a new lease of life. I’ve also started a new needlepoint design (outlined years ago) and I’m going to make a note of the time I spend stitching it. That should be interesting, right? I’m not sure what exactly nudged me back into cross stitch and needlepoint after so many years, but I’m welcoming the resurgence of desire (any attraction for any productive activity at all is welcome right now).

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The rose is nearly finished. I went off course with the left side of the petals but, again, I don’t really care – the main thing is the doing of it – I figure it still looks sufficiently rose-like. And I will never ever stitch leaves again…I’ve been cursing over them.

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That’s me for now. Back soon xxx

before and after #???

Kathryn gave me some excellent advice on moving to a new abode: she said to take photos of every room so that, when you’ve made changes, you have a visual record of how much you’ve achieved – especially when negative feelings set in and you feel like you’ve actually got sweet nowhere!

This room was the previous owner’s music room: it’s nice and big, with original pine floors and windows, and a brick fireplace (in working order). The walls were a great shade of purple, but the blue and green fitted bookshelves jarred a bit. And the darker shades meant that the light from the window had nothing to reflect off.

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  1. Remove bookshelves.
  2. Introduce lighter colours.
  3. Ta dah!

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The bookshelves have been relocated to the “front lounge”, and repainted white. I had to use 2 coats of primer and 3 coats of white enamel to de-blue them successfully.  [Operation Unpack Books still in progress…]

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Andre and co have nearly finished painting the outside. From this –

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to this –

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and you can see even the clivias are blooming with happiness :-)

A quick view of the front, pre-garden reshaping and paving:

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And an entirely gratuitous pic of the cross-stitch butterflies I did many years ago to fit an old fire-screen of my grandmother’s. This emerged from the depths of the garage at Moving Time, and I’ve become fond of it all over again. Fire-screen not needed, and legs were always wonky anyway, so it might find itself up on a wall sometime soon.

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renovations cont/d….

You’d be forgiven for thinking I’m not getting much sewing or crochet done lately, because I’m not. I am consumed with Affairs of House.

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My house is a kaleidoscope of colours: bright pink and royal blue, with an emerald green roof, and lime green and grey trim. It is a rainbow of a house. It will never get run over when it’s crossing the road. Even Leonard, above, drinking his coffee perched on the edge of a turquoise ceramic pot, thinks it will look better in more subdued shades. Below is a section of the back and side of the house, in the early stages of having the cracks and odd bits sorted out.

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The front has now been cleaned and primed – already it looks so different!!:

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The painting crew has packed up a bit early on this beautiful almost-spring Friday, and so Monday will be when the real tarting-up starts to happen :-)

My en suite is about 92% finished – the remaining 8% is scheduled for early next week. It’s the more exciting stuff, like picking out a new linen basket and having shelves put up. I might throw a little party in there when it’s finally complete…

autumn cleaning day #3

We’re getting somewhere.

Nice white walls:

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Cleaning the crates that will be used for storing yarn supplies:

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Iced doughnuts for morning tea:

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But the patio is more of a horror show than ever – pic taken 10 mins ago:

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There’s a good chance I won’t be doing any crocheting tonight…

autumn cleaning Day #2

Day #2 is a lot less exciting than Day #1.

The current state of two rooms:

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a bit of my sewing room, and a view through my office window of a pile of boxes on the patio with I-don’t-even-know-what inside them:

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And I won’t be able to get to my sewing machine before late tomorrow. I’m so behind on my production goal for Grahamstown that I’ve had to delete my counter widget in shame.

Tulbagh Weekend Part II

…as I was saying, I stayed with Tina for the duration of the Festival.  She lives with two dogs and three cats in a magical cottage at the far far end of a farm a couple of miles out of Tulbagh. I say “magical” because Tina is an artist in every way – her home, her work, her clothes, her sense of style, her gorgeous eccentricity, her personality and perspective on the world. She makes magic, she sees magic in everything – she is magic!

I first knew Tina when I was 19 and she was 22; we were part of a group of friends living in Braamfontein (Johannesburg), young, foolish, risk-taking, trying to get a grip on who we were and how we wanted to live.  (None of us got it right, by the way – it seems to have taken a good twenty-five-plus years for some of us to even get close.) We lost touch, moved cities, married, demarried, developed new careers, grew up a bit – and found each other on facebook a year ago  (gotta love facebook).

Here are some photos I took of Tina’s home.  They convey her sense of the exotic and the baroque far better than I ever could with words.

The bedroom I slept in:

An early self-portrait:

Reflections of fantastical visions:

And a tiger mirror from Paraguay that I covet:

Tina’s house was part of the art exhibition side of the Tulbagh Spring Arts Festival.  Ribbons and signs along the road indicated the way and, once visitors arrived, they could follow the ‘golden nuggets’ through the garden and round to the gazebo for snacks and a wine-tasting.

As we say in South Africa, local is lekker!

To be continued…