tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056422354869519902024-02-07T21:45:24.248+11:00seedseedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04142087008060912918noreply@blogger.comBlogger79125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505642235486951990.post-51247076522885299742010-11-26T09:37:00.003+11:002010-11-26T10:08:37.660+11:00"Beauty amongst the weeds"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb01t9SZiMX8Ih9FRFwTvGVT-mlOU-tWYFWebkCbHjTJ51ZMX66CpkXSK1KoAg82clMA6__sYfWm6lzHjSp1JfafyGC2TAGECHp_OsAteSNYJakSmFmKSl7oGRZORR6vN2llL-hyPjDvBq/s1600/084.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb01t9SZiMX8Ih9FRFwTvGVT-mlOU-tWYFWebkCbHjTJ51ZMX66CpkXSK1KoAg82clMA6__sYfWm6lzHjSp1JfafyGC2TAGECHp_OsAteSNYJakSmFmKSl7oGRZORR6vN2llL-hyPjDvBq/s400/084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543620291478367938" /></a><br /><br />I remember, as a very small child, the torturous trips to Adelaide. <br />Trapped inside a small vehicle with two parents that smoked non stop. <br />The 5 hour journey, feeling hot, tired and grumpy.<br />The screaming and yelling, mainly my mother. That I still hear to this day.<br /><br />Dad used his fists.<br /><br />The feeling of relief, when I could see the fields of purple (depending on time of year of course). The 'purple' signaled we were almost there, it meant peace, soon, I would be out of this car, and close to a woman who loved me no matter what.<br /><br />My Great Aunt was a beautiful soul, she spoke little English, but there is no language required when speaking the language of 'love'.<br /><br />I have a necklace and ring that once belonged to her, I clearly remember when she gave them to me. It used to smell like her, it has been held tight and sniffed, with a beautiful warm feeling. I think over time I have inhaled all her smell, drank it with my lungs, long lost its scent, instant happiness.<br /><br />For Christmas, I would like a bottle of her "scent", so when I find myself in a place that is dark and futile, nepenthe.<br /><br />Childhood memories, not sure why I am being bombarded of late, also dreaming a lot about heart operations. What to do, what to do...........<br /><br />There is always "beauty amongst the weeds"...........seedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04142087008060912918noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505642235486951990.post-48537224154302030262010-11-23T08:45:00.002+11:002010-11-23T09:25:08.283+11:00ExcitementThe excitement is building.<br />Second bedroom has been re plastered. Photo's to come.<br />It was a difficult decision to plaster over the top of the original solid plaster, but a decision based on practicality and budget.<br />Who knows, maybe oneday, we can peel off the gyprock and take a short course on solid plaster rendering and restore to original condition......... SIGH...........<br /><br />Work begins (next week) on installing solar panels and battery bank, we will be completely independent from power companies, living off the grid. Woot Woot<br />I have been assured that the system we have designed will run everything we need, including computer, washing machine and fridge. In fact, we will be dumping power.<br /><br />Extension has been delayed, due to new planning laws, some of which are shamefully revenue raisers for council.<br />There are also the new fire laws and guidelines to contend with.<br />I understand the need for some of these new laws, but realistically, if there was a fire anywhere near here, I would leave. <br />Simple, there is no decision to stay and fight, what a ridiculous idea, like I could win a battle against Mother Nature.<br /><br />On a different note, I had some divine yarn loveliness arrive from Swift River Farm yesterday, yet to be photographed. I thought I would try some of there over dyed colours, and I wasn't disappointed with my purchase.<br />A treat to me, for my birthday.<br /><br />41 is schme, it came and went.<br />The kids took me out for breakfast, delicious, and then catered to my every whim for the rest of the day. God, I love having my birthday.<br />Coen had saved for months, to surprise me with tickets to Harry Potter, a little bit of an ulterior motive here me thinks. He paid for both his sisters, and had exactly the right amount for popcorn, lemonade and chocolate balls (Maltesers) for everyone. Cute.<br />Camilla presented me with her first Biography test for the year, as it scored 22 out of 23. I will frame it of course, it was accompanied with a beautiful note, written from the heart, thanking me for, well, everything.......We are anxiously awaiting her marks now, I keep telling her that the rest of her life is not dependent on her results, there are ways and means and different paths to take to get to where she wants to go.<br />Laura, sweet Laura, sent me some gorgeous flowers, and her absence was missed soulfully. Why do they have to grow up and leave ????<br />Mia, gave me a big sloppy kiss, because 'that's what I wanted and needed', she also drew me a picture. This will also be framed. It fills me with hope when I see her doing things that most people have no difficulty with.<br /><br />Excitement is building for Christmas, Mia understands this year that Santa is coming and bringing presents.<br />We have been telling stories about Saint Nicholas, and learning more about Jesus and his birth.<br />Soon, First Advent, and an Advent Calendar to ready (ours has pockets that we fill each year).<br /> <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqcB0XOZygPS7u4ukqWhA0_zOsbe6xU2IVlUNwtpcw6eHM0dn-eu20E_uZp1TOEQoN28cM4vLwqZl1h2o2BqVKzVE5TbfU8VtzNmuRnOBC_hubBMD4S3EbwZjVi0We4E0FmMuWK-YRE6BM/<br />1600/007.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqcB0XOZygPS7u4ukqWhA0_zOsbe6xU2IVlUNwtpcw6eHM0dn-eu20E_uZp1TOEQoN28cM4vLwqZl1h2o2BqVKzVE5TbfU8VtzNmuRnOBC_hubBMD4S3EbwZjVi0We4E0FmMuWK-YRE6BM/s400/007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542493830138127938" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjekKOGFBlpMBG3npqpAuJ-Vv9epIw26_uf5T0jX29qFn8Lmv72gqoTLxGefcvJqKeszqCg49IGZ9ktWu8EzasTlh6TdaQTRO-Wx7B9nWvrbtGAPc9K8pF2Eps1Fv0jlXbYzCD3A9ZUYtJC/s1600/014.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjekKOGFBlpMBG3npqpAuJ-Vv9epIw26_uf5T0jX29qFn8Lmv72gqoTLxGefcvJqKeszqCg49IGZ9ktWu8EzasTlh6TdaQTRO-Wx7B9nWvrbtGAPc9K8pF2Eps1Fv0jlXbYzCD3A9ZUYtJC/s400/014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542493694546705474" /></a>seedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04142087008060912918noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505642235486951990.post-47747807685719950542010-10-29T18:49:00.002+11:002010-10-29T18:53:20.583+11:00This, in my opinion, is a really cute kid.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghWRXVv6i8nWYpIgqDZW8x6mhPZTbbtGa9GGo_ZwBvDyptLtHT9MuFVIqiu7w_dv7UOkXUKG3gILuUHGMZZA3TjBpwBKpjhR-obfhf1P9I9VRVdnHGAhxKenoTzVWRI2ODKClNHV3Nt75X/s1600/082.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghWRXVv6i8nWYpIgqDZW8x6mhPZTbbtGa9GGo_ZwBvDyptLtHT9MuFVIqiu7w_dv7UOkXUKG3gILuUHGMZZA3TjBpwBKpjhR-obfhf1P9I9VRVdnHGAhxKenoTzVWRI2ODKClNHV3Nt75X/s400/082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533372282011804866" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMzuf1xpc4xqBaqJ1Cgay9Mi7PtVSFMAEwiMZiTGNnojG_PWiwBAPeLeZkAv-wp1uxQdEFADF4rp7t12HF4Czt7rA4DNz2JGRmgcR3qM1PWVC3kGWI2wViAvkSpxdUbLsmZ40yYR9uyh_o/s1600/083.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMzuf1xpc4xqBaqJ1Cgay9Mi7PtVSFMAEwiMZiTGNnojG_PWiwBAPeLeZkAv-wp1uxQdEFADF4rp7t12HF4Czt7rA4DNz2JGRmgcR3qM1PWVC3kGWI2wViAvkSpxdUbLsmZ40yYR9uyh_o/s400/083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533372183956727042" /></a>seedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04142087008060912918noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505642235486951990.post-22278421637365264892010-10-01T13:30:00.002+10:002010-10-01T13:45:54.804+10:00LarrabyWe have had so much fun exploring our new home, there have been adventures abound.<br />No tv, no computer and very infrequent phone reception. BLISS<br /><br />Every day saw us rise early, build a fire and breakfast on the verandah overlooking the creek and ruins.<br />Very early to bed, usually completely exhausted but in a good way. <br />Lots of knitting and reading and playing, we searched and searched for faeries. I think we may have found evidence of their existence within a "story" tree.<br />The "story" tree was named so, because every time we visited, it prompted Mia to ask about me, when I was a little girl.<br />I find it interesting that she is so curious to know about me.<br />I see her struggle with the notion that I was, once, little, just like her.<br /><br />Mostly I make up fantastic tales. <br />Sometimes stories, that are relevant to some of her trials and tribulations. I watch her closely, and when she makes a connection between my stories and her life, her little face lights up. JOY<br /><br />My best friend Larry, pictured below, joined us on our short break.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBgxGZ_z5ntJ2z-UmUg5-1-JPyXnXto35DW3T2evEJXhvaBJt_57kg2sINaNMdsDiKh2sqkUI5WlBg3KqfOoTlQiy0FhgECW9aJZ7agsnWw1X9K33fyjflLV8NDzKMYWpeuimCiBSgQAtd/s1600/Larraby.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBgxGZ_z5ntJ2z-UmUg5-1-JPyXnXto35DW3T2evEJXhvaBJt_57kg2sINaNMdsDiKh2sqkUI5WlBg3KqfOoTlQiy0FhgECW9aJZ7agsnWw1X9K33fyjflLV8NDzKMYWpeuimCiBSgQAtd/s400/Larraby.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522914971359895298" /></a><br />He has aged much in the last 2 years, it breaks my heart to think of him not being under my feet. He has been my faithful shadow for 11 years now.seedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04142087008060912918noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505642235486951990.post-53063469612733517782010-09-16T07:17:00.009+10:002010-09-16T07:28:14.912+10:00New beginnings....again....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF35UyAdpA3uVd3zQziBiEZ4puyKuXHo6WdPM2Sst6AGuhP_mRrHz-HbW4qmqUSJvU1LF9dgGiPQH6fxPTD0rb6tVs-a3vZuVMyz9fa-Z0xKQHsml4EbQ239l0kAb1Qpra5DjQfCGOb5vt/s1600/20100629122756.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF35UyAdpA3uVd3zQziBiEZ4puyKuXHo6WdPM2Sst6AGuhP_mRrHz-HbW4qmqUSJvU1LF9dgGiPQH6fxPTD0rb6tVs-a3vZuVMyz9fa-Z0xKQHsml4EbQ239l0kAb1Qpra5DjQfCGOb5vt/s400/20100629122756.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517253995281975346" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLQjx_w8G8gaYn_HdZs5pKfbKoJbq1RbJJSfr6yVDyv6g8dqBv0RRiQOlkXv1ihSHxV8Qqxk3QjO1edhYPSDjAGifl8lj1FMpADU28jaDUizdoDb9p6Pe85XO1Y-rAZGgsA_ZhDIEsOEQ8/s1600/views.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrt0kLhHCRuamxOqmWOjo_Nnad7Pjl9BuZ_ZQd3OVd7Y9wxgl2UBpmxB5rM2y9e1dU8_-W4eeKLzcX-vld7YUOQzGSCYTu1i9yevDFef5_adH1YlESEiFC28WO3nFSZKtdRQRIRE3FStFZ/s400/bathroom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517252964753323378" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWnlg60m8zGaR7d3YCeR18WbWl73jJiPfRy0ggRJ3Zxe1CpsUlQwwKnUf1eShS1uODkK2DEWrYxFNVZmMznVhG2bZf09MSotCXNGEtPLbc9Lb21KzJraSZyXx6IMpd5nTrxWEJ2m-21L6P/s1600/ruins.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWnlg60m8zGaR7d3YCeR18WbWl73jJiPfRy0ggRJ3Zxe1CpsUlQwwKnUf1eShS1uODkK2DEWrYxFNVZmMznVhG2bZf09MSotCXNGEtPLbc9Lb21KzJraSZyXx6IMpd5nTrxWEJ2m-21L6P/s400/ruins.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517252807449057394" /></a><br /><br />Soon, very soon, we are moving here.<br />An adventure in Waldorf education, and lessons in Steiner's teachings will be undertaken.seedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04142087008060912918noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505642235486951990.post-83636683411953516982010-08-23T06:49:00.003+10:002010-08-23T06:53:02.656+10:00I really really really need one of these........<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_UAcMYkO3q_tFQ5ZjYSmiEbn-8U428xO6gs74A2qBkkYrn5xXM3Z7d5G8eEqx-ZbYPGyK7u4uZ9ptITSOohQncK9nRuxNAIP9MqGbIzfe8ivQ-_6OFafkae1Gv5RlZ72kjiuF-EH-dLgT/s1600/sruli-recht-profile-yatzer_14.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 374px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj3GDpCpIn3sFYzXozU9WAFJVcwLzhVat1DGuwYhNZekeipN4tQIcgTB7TwchS7jX8y4mJdYnrs2Jfz8SmurdBrWbYt9bGF8HSsQrqQWJ6F4KWCiyDwxRc8p5_xjT3eiOVOWxrqzzBCXL1/s400/sruli-recht-profile-yatzer_17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508339511388530466" /></a>seedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04142087008060912918noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505642235486951990.post-18004741781674155322010-05-29T16:56:00.003+10:002010-05-29T17:16:51.035+10:00This young woman pictured belowturned 21 years of age on the 25th of May 2010. <br />Pictured with Laura is her future husband Luke.<br /><br />These two amazing young people announced their engagement earlier in the year.<br /><br />So it was a whirlwind trip to Queensland to attend Laura's party, and to also spend the actual day of her birth together.<br />We looked at bridal dresses on one day, to me it seemed every gown Laura tried on was stunning.<br />The lump that formed in my throat with every dress that was being tried on was becoming increasingly difficult to swallow.<br />How did it 'happen', how am I even old enough to have a 21 year old daughter let alone a daughter that is soon to be married ?<br /><br />How did she turn out to be such an amazing, beautiful young woman ?<br />A young woamn who has her head screwed squarely on her shoulders. <br />A brave young woman who isn't frightened to say 'no', a careing, happy, healthy, well adjusted young woman who's smile is so completely infectious and an equally contagious laugh. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhze-k-R8FPBZcMWBBauqR1oDlJctc6O7KgCTsqBUj5chVrHiC18hikEzX3BFoe-brQNS_6QejbnbVhA8VuL-mYuzuaALkwGCrxwEr1ELx7EIseb6vO88aD-vbdVdn0GC9BTJ7J2inKYy86/s1600/Laura+and+Luke+21.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhze-k-R8FPBZcMWBBauqR1oDlJctc6O7KgCTsqBUj5chVrHiC18hikEzX3BFoe-brQNS_6QejbnbVhA8VuL-mYuzuaALkwGCrxwEr1ELx7EIseb6vO88aD-vbdVdn0GC9BTJ7J2inKYy86/s400/Laura+and+Luke+21.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476582606777980722" /></a><br /><br />HOW DID I GET IT SO RIGHT ?seedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04142087008060912918noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505642235486951990.post-7602798226767323352010-05-09T13:03:00.003+10:002010-05-09T13:10:43.423+10:00Ishbel # 2 Done and Dusted<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8WkZDioTrW8jq7nyAiHd5Y4HIefzuTIy2xZShLfatpdTc9UN98gQSJfjqb7hDdc8hVFScTqxJgLzDTPlHryGQYCDrCQUZplHQlhjFQhaK6DE51ZtZry86OzjkCnf6xVnNK1_wlgP4TURF/s1600/115.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8WkZDioTrW8jq7nyAiHd5Y4HIefzuTIy2xZShLfatpdTc9UN98gQSJfjqb7hDdc8hVFScTqxJgLzDTPlHryGQYCDrCQUZplHQlhjFQhaK6DE51ZtZry86OzjkCnf6xVnNK1_wlgP4TURF/s400/115.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469100874761711538" /></a><br /><br />I'm not sure why this proved more challenging than the first one. The amount of mistakes and unravelling that took place with Ishbel # 2, would have driven a saint to drink.<br />The yarn is Manos del Uruguay, Silk Blend. 30% silk 70% merino.<br />Colour 3043 Juniper<br /><br />2 and a bit skeins<br /><br />Now I am planning how to make this in a doll size version.<br /><br />Glutton for punishment, I am.seedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04142087008060912918noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505642235486951990.post-33546890865121228442010-03-17T15:41:00.011+11:002010-03-17T16:28:58.263+11:00This little girl............<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh12QZxLSH3m6NdIX30w6xHHkxyfjK2ODVNQkbDUtESrc0wrP9kFB8zKiC1TBnNRZ6ILEhLTKGIfPO_ba4gTcdMOMs0bEkwxg6eLiZWBKC9oOiLzcHP7FSOaJlRQVGY3jnPuKvsCctjdlVf/s1600-h/IMG_2834.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh12QZxLSH3m6NdIX30w6xHHkxyfjK2ODVNQkbDUtESrc0wrP9kFB8zKiC1TBnNRZ6ILEhLTKGIfPO_ba4gTcdMOMs0bEkwxg6eLiZWBKC9oOiLzcHP7FSOaJlRQVGY3jnPuKvsCctjdlVf/s400/IMG_2834.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449459134715848066" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6iY4pW4-IGYF39UFVCosJiGFVDJdRhaLXIPMXJ6WTSvzl2FKpa9LmN58PvgUAsErYvl1iNb6VfVT1IWl1uKu-HNKGMVMd0CKUcI67h37eNsrz6_r8WyCdk8a0K6g7M4Q2X0IsiurhVUwv/s1600-h/111.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivmh-Y7U3PgE3pgW90lSH2N8Rh_f6JDS-671O18KNyabWuV8g79pBLLkS4frwEoBxtef2kq8Slam0o2jokPHIBw7_FXRrB5Z-kxohfTweEvRKsofUTy70h-t959YfqbpoG52BQSXloZsZN/s400/136.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449458355992165538" /></a><br /><br />Mia turned 4 on the 3rd of March.<br /><br />Her special present was "Sally", made by Jenny from www.littlejennywren.blogspot.com <br /><br />Sally is a beautifully made doll with exquisitely made little clothes. If you look close you can see the gorgeous little cable and bobble pattern on her jumper.<br /><br />This has prompted more requests from Mia for matching clothing, as some of Sally's clothing has been made from fabrics I have used in making Mia's clothing.<br /><br />I love that Mia is happy to wear whatever I make, and the majority of her wardrobe is made by myself, and most of her knitwear made by my mum.<br /><br />I remember a beautiful, red corduroy pinafore with strawberries transfered on the front brace made by mum. Also a coat, not sure if it was patchworked or not but it had lots and lots of colours. Always reminds me of the story pf Joseph and his coat of many colours.<br /><br />But what sticks in my memory the most was a fairisle jumper knit for me when I was 12. Obviously outgrown it now, but I remember the undyed nature of the wool and the faint lanolin smell.seedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04142087008060912918noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505642235486951990.post-50342968199974655582010-02-13T12:34:00.002+11:002010-02-13T12:42:44.435+11:00# 2<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyCHZb8RDdNQED3zjIjcAyChjkkCXkLqL-V5F4m_cDJsbTcjHtEjLD7I-YeZO7Mv-Uybi9yQ3-NpdESJLnvqOYp0tn9WwKWy9-wAslIZh-TZSRhTgWqAUwTT9PWTW30fXpr3mCFxUYH0DI/s1600-h/003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyCHZb8RDdNQED3zjIjcAyChjkkCXkLqL-V5F4m_cDJsbTcjHtEjLD7I-YeZO7Mv-Uybi9yQ3-NpdESJLnvqOYp0tn9WwKWy9-wAslIZh-TZSRhTgWqAUwTT9PWTW30fXpr3mCFxUYH0DI/s400/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437535621348319330" /></a><br /><br />A glutton for punishment and an addictive personality have collided and against my better judgement, I have begun Ishbel # 2.<br /><br />But by God this yarn is divine to knit, MANOS del URUGUAY 30% silk, 70% extra fine merino. Kettle Dyed, colour 3043 Juniper.<br /><br />It is fluid like in its ability, as it glides from needle to needle. Surprisingly flexible, and glistens and sparkles in the sun light. The silk has a disitinctive sheen, but not overpowering the wool. <br /><br />A perfect combination.seedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04142087008060912918noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505642235486951990.post-23731811956886356522010-02-05T14:34:00.003+11:002010-02-05T14:45:33.028+11:00Ishbel<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqSejVRB_BeqKIPkrZdvw7qpy-jhnTfuKwYbbYUPHbdVqD3rvW1FGRYHz15Vy2eVAT60HvT4DiUv8iOTU9gxwdogDJhX__1MSYufjqW7UzRX9RxQc0waZxe9JyZhy1vPCuqxCHA1IXzTnT/s1600-h/028.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqSejVRB_BeqKIPkrZdvw7qpy-jhnTfuKwYbbYUPHbdVqD3rvW1FGRYHz15Vy2eVAT60HvT4DiUv8iOTU9gxwdogDJhX__1MSYufjqW7UzRX9RxQc0waZxe9JyZhy1vPCuqxCHA1IXzTnT/s400/028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434597802014968754" /></a><br /><br />This provided me with hours of enjoyment and frustration. A delightful pattern, beautifully written and easy to follow.<br /><br />But knitting when tired, mistakes occur. When said mistakes are realised, words of such a nature that a coal miner would blush if heard, spew out of my mouth.<br /><br />I have knit Ishbel for Camilla, my beautiful, precious heart, who is now settled and thoroughly enjoying her new school "Wilderness" in Adelaide as a boarder.<br /><br />Ishbel was knitted using Jamieson's Double Knitting in colour Mooskit, just shy of 4 skeins used.<br />Quite a course yarn, 100% Pure Shetland Wool. Grown and spun on the Shetland Isles.<br /><br />The fear of attempting something new is gone, the lessons learnt are many and the self satisfaction I have is great.<br /><br />Next Ishbel, will be in the larger size, I'm thinking cashmere..............seedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04142087008060912918noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505642235486951990.post-81934633810488312512009-12-14T09:39:00.001+11:002009-12-14T09:57:06.490+11:00Nothing but a Child<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/50xNia91mQg&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/50xNia91mQg&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />Once upon a time in a far off land<br />Wise men saw a sign and set out across the sand<br />Songs of praise to sing, they travelled day and night<br />And precious gifts to bring, guided by the light<br /><br />They chased a brand new star, ever towards the west<br />Across the mountains far, but when they came to rest<br />They scarce believed their eyes, they'd come so many miles<br />And this miracle they prized was nothing but a child<br /><br />And nothing but a child could wash those tears away<br />Or guide a weary world into the light of day<br />And nothing but a child could help erase those miles<br />So once again we can all be children for a while<br /><br />Now all around the world, in every little town<br />Every day is heard a precious little sound<br />And every mother kind and every father proud<br />Looks down in awes to find another chance allowed<br /><br />And nothing but a child could wash those tears away<br />Or guide a weary world into the light of day<br />And nothing but a child could help erase those miles<br />So once again we can all be children for a while<br /><br />Nothing but a little baby<br />Nothing but a child<br /><br />-Steve Earle-seedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04142087008060912918noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505642235486951990.post-9733416765438949142009-12-13T12:12:00.002+11:002009-12-13T12:16:58.437+11:00Third light of Advent******************************************************************<br /><br />The third light of Advent is the light of beasts.<br /><br />Animals of farm, field, forest, air and sea.<br /><br />All await the birth in the greatest and in least.<br /><br />******************************************************************<br /><br /><br />Tonight we light three candles.seedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04142087008060912918noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505642235486951990.post-16228191749806309482009-12-06T10:09:00.003+11:002009-12-06T10:45:05.770+11:00Advent<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinn6mNjFGsQUndeO3TXFWD24RyfcxwfXDH1K2gQBxV0H07kZRnNg32zU_afvWsVhQupf60RYsyAQCX2rNFew5Pgt8cKQdE_Z0lbGDGHK1LrThW1Dngron7zL13QfmsMu0f5UDx1lNqhNmL/s1600-h/the+root+children.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411898354986796498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinn6mNjFGsQUndeO3TXFWD24RyfcxwfXDH1K2gQBxV0H07kZRnNg32zU_afvWsVhQupf60RYsyAQCX2rNFew5Pgt8cKQdE_Z0lbGDGHK1LrThW1Dngron7zL13QfmsMu0f5UDx1lNqhNmL/s320/the+root+children.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>A new book rests on our bedside table (we co - sleep), it is The Story of the Root Children by Sibylle von Olfers.</div><br /><div>I am surprised by how much this book is being requested to be read before bedtime, there is some element in it that Mia relates to.</div><div> </div><div>*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*</div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"The second light of Advent is the light of plants.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Roots, stem, leaf, flower and fruit by whom we live and grow." <span style="font-size:78%;">Rudolph Steiner</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span> </div><div>*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Today we are spending the day creating a new theme for our nature table, to follow on with Advent "light of plants".</div><div> </div><div>With help, Mia will light the candles after dinner.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><div> </div>seedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04142087008060912918noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505642235486951990.post-64398806639125836102009-11-25T09:28:00.002+11:002009-11-25T09:42:08.901+11:00Heaven on EarthThe following was taken from the introduction to Heaven on Earth, written by Sharifa Oppenheimer.<br /><br /> "OUR CHILDREN ARE, in the words of Kahlil Gibran, the gift of Life's longing for Itself. They<br /><br />run toward Life, arms open, and Life loves Itself through their small bodies. Pressing<br /><br />themselves into sand, sifting dirt, watching an inchworm measure a branch, reaching toward the<br /><br />black cat, who evades, then looks at them through inscrutable green eyes.... it is their biological<br /><br />imperative to reach toward Life, and we, their caregivers, must structure the way in which Life<br /><br />reaches back, the way they are touched in return.<br /><br /> They need to be touched by grass, flowers, sunshine, birdsong. They need a pile of dirt, and<br /><br />earthworms, clay for mud pies and dirt balls for target practice. They need sticks and bare feet,<br /><br />tubbed toes too. They need songs, stories, paints, costumes. And games that go on without end.<br /><br /> These children are Life reaching out to discover Itself. What they touch must be vibrantly<br /><br />alive, that in growing they mey learn to respect, to nurture, to cherish and protect. This is our<br /><br />task ; it is urgent they thrive.<br /><br /> They are Hope itself, here, now, forever. "<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Very powerful words.seedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04142087008060912918noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505642235486951990.post-17925353813246120842009-11-14T18:38:00.002+11:002009-11-14T18:50:00.236+11:00Is it just meDue to the ongoing heat, 8 days straight over 35 degress with more to come.<br /><br />I am finding it increasingly difficult to keep an active 3 1/2 year old content with playing inside.<br /><br />I on the other hand have lost hours on Ravelry, it's a yarn lovers Utopia.<br /><br />With all the recent time I have spent on Ravelry, I probably could have finished 2 jumpers.<br /><br />Schme<br /><br /><br />My eldest daughter (Laura) is arriving today from Queensland.<br />A birthday surprise for me.<br /><br /><br />Turning 40 on Monday.<br />My God, where did the time go...................................<br /><br />Big changes are coming, another move, a much anticipated adventure into Steiner Education and Camilla leaving for Wilderness as a boarder.<br />How will I cope without my 'precious heart' brown eyed girl.seedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04142087008060912918noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505642235486951990.post-49291043895093661422009-10-17T09:40:00.002+11:002009-10-17T09:49:46.286+11:00Anti-nuclear antibodiesMia has been suffering from some very noticable hair loss over the last 3 weeks.<br /><br />Our GP and Dermatologist ordered blood tests after nothing obvious was noted to be causing her hair loss, infection, tinea and alopecia were all ruled out.<br /><br />She returned a positive on her Anti-nuclear antibodies and a positive for Lupus.<br /><br />We are facing a barrage of tests in the coming weeks as she also has protein present in her urine.<br /><br />I have had a week to digest this information, but still feel a little overwhelmed as I have more questions than can be given answers.<br /><br />There is so much we don't know.seedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04142087008060912918noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505642235486951990.post-72096663314706413452009-10-16T11:47:00.002+11:002009-10-16T12:06:49.223+11:00I love this little face<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQW3HmvIdAdnErTj4cXhYTteCwEX0f79WIdXmRJCxlYcnNWlm4zEpaJipC1hIm4Yf0PFiv3wq29ixDtnKxhsQkMbaE-8Qh6iGAw1HCoj-X0A8Ty8L5mHek5IecNMhua5HUq3iKyR8PN1kP/s1600-h/018.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392993381032697186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQW3HmvIdAdnErTj4cXhYTteCwEX0f79WIdXmRJCxlYcnNWlm4zEpaJipC1hIm4Yf0PFiv3wq29ixDtnKxhsQkMbaE-8Qh6iGAw1HCoj-X0A8Ty8L5mHek5IecNMhua5HUq3iKyR8PN1kP/s400/018.JPG" border="0" /></a>seedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04142087008060912918noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505642235486951990.post-61024250741367575722009-10-13T20:02:00.002+11:002009-10-13T20:16:36.933+11:00Glass ShelfThis glass shelf you can see above the sink, yeh, that tiny little glass shelf pictured below.<br />It took me an hour and a half to hang that shelf.<br /><br />Only 4 screws (note to self, check where power point is on other side of wall), so the third screw I put in decides to touch, just a tickle mind you the electrical wires running behind the wall. So the result, the elcb kicks in and we lose all power.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg74_NcDp995j1mIfaKSK8-QMOTenfn-6RFKSLKTKhKCe2w-aujJHJLQ41PjuJmjuYqkU6ObdCI7Q6twr8YHkaEY688DBN1woKJFyYrDgowdrCSJlX0OLFTRD0nfu4quRJCs0D3kIl4ei4a/s1600-h/020.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392007827989486898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg74_NcDp995j1mIfaKSK8-QMOTenfn-6RFKSLKTKhKCe2w-aujJHJLQ41PjuJmjuYqkU6ObdCI7Q6twr8YHkaEY688DBN1woKJFyYrDgowdrCSJlX0OLFTRD0nfu4quRJCs0D3kIl4ei4a/s400/020.JPG" border="0" /></a> Anyway, after some damn fine electrical work and a fair bit of electrical tape, we have power restored and a spiffy glass shelf above the $20 sink.<br /><br />I am still in awe of my chandelier.<br /><br />The end is in site, a new spout, some plastering and finally painting.seedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04142087008060912918noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505642235486951990.post-27434379113319326362009-08-29T09:39:00.002+10:002009-08-29T10:02:04.808+10:00'To blog or not to blog'Like a warp and weft thread, the question seems to weave its way in and out of many of my favourite spaces.<br /><br />'To blog or not to blog'.<br /><br />I am truly grateful to the many of you that have shared experiences and everyday life, it offers inspiration and has paved the way for me to open my little world to you.<br /><br />I am humbled by the strength and vitality of so many women.<br /><br />Even the turbulent times, that move too quickly, leaving me dazed and confused, and sometimes wounded.<br /><br />They too, serve a purpose and I embrace them fully, now that I understand the way life works.seedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04142087008060912918noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505642235486951990.post-57957828740085347712009-07-13T09:50:00.003+10:002009-07-13T09:57:02.664+10:00Studio Tunic<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiFdKhhwRzmwuUbRJrEXGyJ5N5HwY8q_hgyB5n0DyAVf6fdnl2aH3PrkL36pH53GvMq1cNnkVPmxV9B2NQ3BXCWBgfZrhT3_CUIbnUCiN1FdMhJBzO77MwRMXysGpWMIx_Zb1QXai9AYII/s1600-h/062.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357725683755593154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiFdKhhwRzmwuUbRJrEXGyJ5N5HwY8q_hgyB5n0DyAVf6fdnl2aH3PrkL36pH53GvMq1cNnkVPmxV9B2NQ3BXCWBgfZrhT3_CUIbnUCiN1FdMhJBzO77MwRMXysGpWMIx_Zb1QXai9AYII/s400/062.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoSDbzMded6JjhyTbzs79RhjfjXiF-X-MLf6KS9wr93OOq6ez45fElC6AGzAU2MEONh8oeGWL5dj_ZSAdSyvdmDz_a4WaiPtAJ7okPWPd_sUe_UL8SOKuQE3QABlCjoLTiCcEQSe_GTzXT/s1600-h/058.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357725593567986466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoSDbzMded6JjhyTbzs79RhjfjXiF-X-MLf6KS9wr93OOq6ez45fElC6AGzAU2MEONh8oeGWL5dj_ZSAdSyvdmDz_a4WaiPtAJ7okPWPd_sUe_UL8SOKuQE3QABlCjoLTiCcEQSe_GTzXT/s400/058.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0ZXzA4GQnQ2CKcsc8IVJGfG7H54nMftfBSytSBoK9sprCG9FwFNVWRcXx6sssFXvyCXv-dhDvhrf3ieg28hWcWvHMbxaOSs-2HGO00biB7kMfJBWABJhVlJLhL-mnS8urwOrDBRm83hE5/s1600-h/050.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357725486389708242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0ZXzA4GQnQ2CKcsc8IVJGfG7H54nMftfBSytSBoK9sprCG9FwFNVWRcXx6sssFXvyCXv-dhDvhrf3ieg28hWcWvHMbxaOSs-2HGO00biB7kMfJBWABJhVlJLhL-mnS8urwOrDBRm83hE5/s400/050.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div>Named the "studio tunic".</div><div> </div><div>This top has been a long time in the works, laying around on my drafting table for months.</div><div> </div><div>Available in sizes 2, 4, 6 and 8.</div><div> </div><div>Mia is wearing a cotton print in the new version of an old favourite design of my own.</div><div>I am proud to put my name to this updated model.</div><div>Currently being made in a slate gray flannel, perfect for layering.</div><div><br /><br /> </div><div></div></div>seedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04142087008060912918noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505642235486951990.post-19081055431732032982009-06-23T12:16:00.006+10:002009-06-23T12:48:30.116+10:00More yarn loveliness<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9HiuKw4RFcjt4sN0tj3cecLeS5hZbbMFqP8j801Dh52T-YuhOamt8MngUdktG0Opx2kmDQ6ZriFUh2vlXHa6DgoltUO2GBRe_NHPfTZ02-eO76keWcyJxYh0Cg-7UEPul83iXy8cMHncZ/s1600-h/051.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350341671823114626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9HiuKw4RFcjt4sN0tj3cecLeS5hZbbMFqP8j801Dh52T-YuhOamt8MngUdktG0Opx2kmDQ6ZriFUh2vlXHa6DgoltUO2GBRe_NHPfTZ02-eO76keWcyJxYh0Cg-7UEPul83iXy8cMHncZ/s400/051.JPG" border="0" /></a> Habu Textiles Super Fine Merino, will be used in combination with Stainless Steel/Silk blend also from Habu.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkXXSzsqEre0eJkR6cvxM_XzKkKlkCEg-WJajxLLwBWAXLqPaTa-wY8mZLNqd5F0m6zFn_w_iRbELOvAZy0ftgttk_4Y9Db4BMvIZHRBqM5muxAGzEb3c7vReRbDg9uc1aWJ_VhDTMoE0V/s1600-h/048.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350341582897822546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkXXSzsqEre0eJkR6cvxM_XzKkKlkCEg-WJajxLLwBWAXLqPaTa-wY8mZLNqd5F0m6zFn_w_iRbELOvAZy0ftgttk_4Y9Db4BMvIZHRBqM5muxAGzEb3c7vReRbDg9uc1aWJ_VhDTMoE0V/s400/048.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQr-l0BRCkyFonEFUew088S-plDB38w7re6z20s_ccRV9dzfh7B3TnvDG6lyzIE0oBsMp1XZ5plQJVbrTmw8vnL9sUj6m-wGWGG6qT0eR3PTdBk-htSr3U6Wg_FUEW_KBiK29WhPIljPz6/s1600-h/033.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350341490160606754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQr-l0BRCkyFonEFUew088S-plDB38w7re6z20s_ccRV9dzfh7B3TnvDG6lyzIE0oBsMp1XZ5plQJVbrTmw8vnL9sUj6m-wGWGG6qT0eR3PTdBk-htSr3U6Wg_FUEW_KBiK29WhPIljPz6/s400/033.JPG" border="0" /></a> Silver/Slate wool, from <a href="http://www.ourladyoftherock.com/">www.ourladyoftherock.com</a> A Benedictine Monastery located in the San Juan Islands of Washington state.</div><div>Mother Hidegard is an absolute joy to speak with, to know more, there is a very informative article on Our Lady Of The Rock in Wild Fibers magazine.</div><div> </div><div><a href="http://www.wilfibersmagazine.com/">www.wilfibersmagazine.com</a> I subscribe to this beautiful publication.<br /><br /><br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiGxDBS_thQg9-RKjr3J_HPbU0YJhTYWWJqYGJA88RhGtAgT_hEuxlYTU_BLc9XB9tEIpvdcdIt_yqKVA9_m7zef-DV1Ekbm9dj6Api4eBGC-X7XDVDEaEgFadre47Jc5uX6WVDVGHYxvD/s1600-h/023.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350341383830121282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiGxDBS_thQg9-RKjr3J_HPbU0YJhTYWWJqYGJA88RhGtAgT_hEuxlYTU_BLc9XB9tEIpvdcdIt_yqKVA9_m7zef-DV1Ekbm9dj6Api4eBGC-X7XDVDEaEgFadre47Jc5uX6WVDVGHYxvD/s400/023.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />And finally from Swift River Farm <a href="http://www.swiftriverfarm.com/">www.swiftriverfarm.com</a> some gorgeous 2 ply Jumper Weight Yarn.</div><div>95 % Pure Shetland Wool</div><div>5 % Bombyx Silk</div><div> </div><div>Enjoy<br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div>seedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04142087008060912918noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505642235486951990.post-14919421141332073412009-06-23T11:56:00.003+10:002009-06-23T12:16:18.648+10:00I did it<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyM6jh5LEAEDIg0ijApFDnYjmwp62rpkRNr6hDsuiM8Aw2c8pd5zapiCAfRWxqDPmxaDcySWl0-0ULBBpqdwScSXzwi26F6BEoh7HkS7uhdQoDDaANyw_GJHguncJnFkNAsuZVJ9jDrLPX/s1600-h/021.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350340260248071266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyM6jh5LEAEDIg0ijApFDnYjmwp62rpkRNr6hDsuiM8Aw2c8pd5zapiCAfRWxqDPmxaDcySWl0-0ULBBpqdwScSXzwi26F6BEoh7HkS7uhdQoDDaANyw_GJHguncJnFkNAsuZVJ9jDrLPX/s400/021.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />I finally bit the bullet and attempted knitting in the round.<br /><br />I have not only mastered the 'Emily Ocker's cast on', but have used 4 dpn's to begin with and am now on a circular needle.<br />To start off, needles were flying around everywhere, poking me here and poking me there. But I perservered, I showed those needles who were boss, just like Elizabeth Zimmerman said I would.<br />I have cast on the EZ Pi Shawl, and what an addictive knit it has become.<br /><br />My first shawl, my first E O cast on, my first E Z pattern (love it), my first experience with dpn's, and my first knitting in the round.<br /><br />Perfect, as we had all succumbed to the flu in this house, (almost all, it appears Coen has been spared).<br />We have had the works, vomiting, diarrhoea, coughing, sneezing and endless boxes of tissues have been used.<br /><br />I find, as a single parent illnesses very challenging. The first couple of days were not so bad with Mia sick first then folllowd closely behind by Camilla. But on the fourth morning I knew I was in trouble.<br />Having had no sleep for the previous 3 nights, nursing Mia, my defences were well and truly down.<br /><br />It is in these dark moments of pain and fogginess I find myself thinking 'how are we going to get through this'.<br /><br />So, here we are 10 days later, feeling a little more human than wounded animal.<br />Now the task is to clean the house as nothing has been done in a week.<br /><br />Plenty of knitting though, in between resting on the couch in front of the fire. No sports were played over the weekend, as I declared complete rest for everyone, no matter how well you think you may feel.seedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04142087008060912918noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505642235486951990.post-65266662231610898732009-06-22T09:31:00.001+10:002009-06-22T09:53:32.298+10:00Pictures Of You<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eryfhMWfl1U&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eryfhMWfl1U&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />I dare you to watch this and not cry.<br /><br />This post was prompted by "pictures".<br />I have just finished reading how 'M' has lost hers.<br />And after watching 60 minutes last night (something I normally would not do), I found myself looking at pictures of old classmates well into the late hours of the night.<br /><br />The impact of looking at pictures, the emotional torrent of flooding memories. <br />And the drowning sensation.<br />Yet, in complete contrast the overwhelming joy (birth pictures)<br /><br />Pictures Of You<br /><br />I've been looking so long at these pictures of you<br />That I almost belive that they're real<br />I've been living so long with my pictures of you<br />That I almost believe the pictures are all I can feel<br /><br />Remembering you, standing quiet in the rain<br />As I ran to your heart to be near<br />And we kissed as the sky fell in, holding you close<br />How I always held close in your fear<br /><br />Remembering you, running soft through the night<br />You were bigger and brighter and whiter than snow<br />And screamed at the make believe, screamed at the sky<br />And you finally found all your courage to let it all go<br /><br />Remembering you, fallen into my arms<br />Crying for the death of your heart<br />You were stone white, so delicate, lost in the cold<br />You were always so lost in the dark<br /><br />Remembering you, how you used to be<br />Slow drowned, you were angels<br />So much more than everything<br />Hold for the last time, then slip away quietly<br />Open my eyes, but I never see anything<br /><br />If only I'd thought of the right words<br />I could have held on to your heart<br />If only I'd thought of the right words<br />I wouldn't be breaking apart<br />All my pictures of you<br /><br />Looking so long at these pictures of you<br />But I never hold on to your heart<br />Looking so long for the words to be true<br />But always just breaking apart<br />My pictures of you<br /><br />There was nothing in the world that I ever wanted more<br />Than to feel you deep in my heart<br />There was nothing in the world that I ever wanted more<br />Than to never feel the breaking apart<br />My pictures of you<br /><br />The Cureseedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04142087008060912918noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505642235486951990.post-6957794884890603182009-06-10T10:26:00.001+10:002009-06-10T10:31:06.760+10:00Beginner<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqCS0V4sIOIAEIm_39YnEmpCg8Mlrvubh1QUzkm3sXIuHlr8WHSRSzitTMP5E0lWAPNnOmwV8Gg-avIrrQU_o_WlALEf0lBFZG55FU05rB5lCvoQcxhCbS32A7Ky_DVv1pyXpFFXcKsUZX/s1600-h/simply-marilyn150_square.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345488948606334898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 75px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqCS0V4sIOIAEIm_39YnEmpCg8Mlrvubh1QUzkm3sXIuHlr8WHSRSzitTMP5E0lWAPNnOmwV8Gg-avIrrQU_o_WlALEf0lBFZG55FU05rB5lCvoQcxhCbS32A7Ky_DVv1pyXpFFXcKsUZX/s400/simply-marilyn150_square.jpg" border="0" /></a>I am hoping this will be the next project for me, after 2 x school scarves and Moss Rib Sweater for Camilla.<br /><br />Having never attempted cables before, I am looking forward to it.<br /><div> </div>seedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04142087008060912918noreply@blogger.com0