We had a wonderful weekend. Looking over at Absolutely Beautiful Things I see we're not the only ones enjoying the beginnings of warmer weather. A soccer presentation got us all out of the house nice and early and applying some serious sunscreen to stand on the oval waiting for formalities and trophies. Luckily the sprinklers were running on the grounds so the kids all went for a run through to cool down afterwards.
Home again to do some more work on my project - very exciting! I'm refreshing a bench seat we've had on our back deck for several years. I've recovered it before and last year threw a temporary rug over it to hide the worn out cover but now I'm doing the real thing.... here's the "Before":
Here's the inspiration for the new colour scheme (remember the little bowl from Bison?). I found the fabric in my sewing box - no idea where it came from... perhaps someone will recognise it?!
So, a bit of a sand and tidy up and the undercoat is already an improvement:
I've chosen a lovely paint colour - Dulux "Adrift" which is quite fitting for my state of mind at the moment. Watch this space...
So, a resting husband, happy kids doing house swaps back and forward all day with friends and me out the back with a paintbrush. Still managed to put a meal on the table and all sit down together to enjoy - now, that never happens... just who is that woman? She's not around here very often!
Hope you had a good weekend too.
It's so long since I blogged I forgot my password. But that's not saying much - I'm always forgetting passwords.
There are so many blogs I follow and people I feel I relate to, mostly written by creative-type women, often mothers. I feel I have this secret community all to myself. But I don't contribute... why is that?
I think most bloggers consider their blogs something of a journal, a note to self on what's currently going on in their life, a way of both sharing and remembering, throwing a line out to see if anyone bites. Like me, many are Mums who do a thousand other things and perhaps also like me, sitting in quiet contemplation in the evenings, or day times, or wee hours, is a way to relax and recharge; filter the days happenings and renew oneself by seeking inspiration elsewhere.
I love this piece on Life in a Pink Fibro about growth - our selves and our lives, acknowledging the passing of time. We're not unlike our own Mums, are we? It may look different on the surface but we all have our support groups, filled with likeminded women who share similar lifestyles and dreams, reflections and challenges. We may not have on a frilly apron, but when we share our lives the sentiment is the same.
