Houses of People I love Part 2: Laura the Tart

Laura lives in a funky little 2 bedroom granny flat within walking distance of the Woolloongabba Antiques Centre. Her little house is very roomy and spacy and is filled with little goodies that she has collected in her career as professional op-shopper (she wishes).
I could just keep ferreting in her place, looking at all the art books, vintage China and, as mum commented, abundance of items revolving around the 'F' word.
Laura is a very special lady who often inspires me to keep creating and her home is as inspirational as she is.

Mount Tibrogargan Hearts....

Some places in the world are just real 'heart' places...there was a beach in New Zealand covered in hearts and so was the bush walk today....we were on it for an hour and almost every couple of metres I saw hearts on the path. Some of my photos didn't turn out well enough to include and one is blurry but I still liked it....

my sister's house...stanthorpe queensland

The Houses of People I love. Part 1 - Mum and Don's apartment

I decided I'm going to start a little project of photographing my favourite people's homes.
We went up to Marcoola this weekend for Alex's birthday and Sunday morning I spent some time photographing all the lovely bits that makes Mum's apartment special.
This is exactly Mum's style which I could pick anywhere and has influenced my own style so much.
I love all the grouped objects, the many books, the colours and the odd objects she collects everywhere she goes.

Colour my life

I've been journaling non stop lately. I took some photos of pages I have done but I am not happy with them, I want to photograph them again before I put them on Flickr.
I am loving the freedom of just creating. No thought. Just creation.

Burrum River Queensland

Don and Gary (and 3 more of us) attempting to put up the tent...it took 5 adults and the instructions read by everybody and lots of input from everyone...our campsite...not bad hey?the water at the front is the small pond with the bridge across it and you can just see the river behing...it is shining..moi....reading in the tent...crab pots...no luck with fresh crab though..my favourite tree.. a ficus right over our heads..it was gorgeous..2 of the same view...very beautiful river...(I couldn't work out how to delete it..)the view from the pontoon...up the other direction.

my perfect world...

....my perfect world would be one leafy street with all my family and friends living on it...everybody from Canada and Australia....Trudy, Tom, Alex, Melanie and David and now Melanie's new man, Phillipe and Nikki and Dan and Col and Leonie and Sandra and Desley and the street could float across the ocean from one side of the world to the other and we could visit each others' countries with minimum effort...I could take all the Aussies for coffee and shopping in Westboro and the Canadians I would take up to the market at Eumundi and down to some of the nice book shops around Brisbane where Trudy and Tom go. David could show Alex the local Montreal music scene and Alex introduce Dave to the coast musicians. And we could bring some of that great Canadian art back here...the 2 80-something year old mums could meet each other...one still doing the salsa, the other no longer able to communicate...we could snow ski when we felt like it and go to hockey games...(there is only one kind of hockey!!) and snorkel the next day...and I would always be available to nurse my kids when they have knee operations....

Grateful

After my last whinge of a post I wanted to talk about the love I have felt through this whole process.
I have been surrounded by so much love and support it is amazing.

There is Mum who came down and stayed with me and is the most caring, giving, loving person I know. She cooked and cleaned and entertained and made me feel safe.

There are the lovely three; Say, Laura and Ash who have all dropped by to hang out, drink cups of tea and keep me happy and giggling.
Say even washed my dishes and bought me lychees. I think a true friend is someone you can ask to do your dishes.

There is the amazing, generous Gemma who took time off work on one of her busiest days (when she had tonsilitis!) to drive me to the hospital and run through the rain to get the car to make sure I didn't get wet.

And there is Tom. Who has been so patient and calm and protective and loving. He is currently running the show - cooking, cleaning, grocery shopping, doing the washing. . . plus going to work full time and he hasn't once complained or snapped at me.

I'm pretty damn lucky.