Marked Out

Remember Strand crayons? (I do.) I used to hold my nose up to a fresh box, breathing in the waxy goodness and the smell of potential. Alas, I always kept my colouring-in within the lines.

Marked Men

There's an old, abandoned set of shops on Beaufort Street in Mount Lawley that is fenced off at the front, but you can get into round the back. It's full of graffiti. I originally stopped there to get a snap of the old Pauls ice cream advertisement painted on the wall, but the inside was far more interesting.

She's only just beginning to know.

I love my long morning walks on the beach. They're truly therapeutic and reviving. When I go back to work next week my communing with the salt and sand shall have to be reconfigured; not abandoned - heaven forbid! - but certainly reconfigured.

What I appreciate about having all the time in the world is being able to ramble for as long as I want. I like continuing my walk along CY O'Connor beach where there are more shells and lots more sea glass. Probably because there's less people, but it also must be something to do with the tides and the flow of the water. Maybe?


And look, I even found four pieces of blue glass. Aren't they beautiful? You never see blue glass! [Well, clearly not never...]

You know, you can keep your diamonds ("Why, thank you. I will," says New Girl). If some lovely chap ever wants to give me a ring it can have little chips of sea glass in it. That would suit me down to the ground.

So Suet Me

New Girl dropped around the other night wearing lovely, glittery, red Dorothy-like slippers. She even paused as she walked up the front steps and announced, "There's no place like home!"

She'd stopped by - with a beer in her handbag - to hand over a rather wonderful item she'd dug out from the back of her boyfriend's kitchen cupboards:


A 1970s tin measuring cup! It's marvellous. It matches the rusty old sieve I've got up in the shed somewhere that Dyzie used to use to sift flour for pancakes (but we'll talk about pancakes another time). In the meantime, behold how the inside of the cup is divided into different measurements for different types of food (click on the photo to enlarge):


I'm not sure you can see what's just to the right of the cocoa measurement so let's have a closer look, shall we:

(click on the photo to enlarge)

Mmmmm...shredded suet. I rate that right up there with a dripping sandwich. And broiled brains.

Kitchen Confidential

As we walked along South Beach the other morning, k. sang 'Pearly Shells' to me.

She loves me! She really does!

Photos from a Recent Family Picnic

Mrs Eddie Rabbit

I love a rainy day.

Ibises

Last week Grumpy blogged about our encounter with some elusive ibises.

Here's my favourite photo of the gregarious chaps.

The last time we'd seen them, the sky was sunny and blue but I thought the clouds were far moodier and more apt.

The tree is dead so its branches are permanently bare. It's a large and rather grand old thing. I like the idea that even though its leaves and flowers are long gone, it occasionally has another kind of adornment to help show it off to the world.