Monday, March 31, 2008


This was part of the Easter Show, the Central District display. There were other silhouettes, too. My favourite of all the district displays - original, simple, showcasing the produce with elegant simplicity.

Sunday, March 30, 2008

Coming soon...

Busy end of the week, with a two-day conference, and the Easter Show on Sunday. Photos soon... (but not of the conference, you'll be glad to know).

Vintage silver - wing detail

OK, I admit it, I'm doing a weekend catchup, so there's a bunch of photos from the same visit to the Powerhouse. But aren't you glad to see this? Look at the workmanship on the wing, the head. Lovely.

Saturday, March 29, 2008

Florence Broadhurst

0803 Florence Broadhurst
Originally uploaded by rooruu.

Part of the Florence Broadhurst display in the Design exhibit at the Powerhouse Museum. While some of her designs were wildly mod/modern, others have common ground with the toile and nature-inspired organic shapes of fabric such as that on the antique shoes from yesterday. Separated as they are by two centuries...

I've blogged about Florence Broadhurst before, and provided a bunch of links then, so if you're interested search my blog and you'll find that info.

As you can probably tell by now (and I haven't blogged or Flickr-loaded anywhere near all the photos I took) the Design exhibit at the Powerhouse Museum is definitely worth looking, and will occupy a significant and happy amount of time and attention. But if you can't see it in person, here's another way.

Friday, March 28, 2008

Antique shoes

0803 antique shoes
Originally uploaded by rooruu.
Dating from the 1740s. Aren't they beautiful? Also from the Powerhouse Museum, in the same display as yesterday's fan.

Thursday, March 27, 2008

Antique fan

0803 antique fan
Originally uploaded by rooruu.

Eighteenth century, I think. From the Powerhouse Museum in Sydney. Wouldn't it be lovely, on a hot day, to be using a jewel like this? (I tend more to the nearest bit of A4 paper, which lags considerably in the style stakes....). There are so many ways to ornament your life, though, now as then. Choices, from little stuff like your coffee cup (or coffee) to larger stuff like how to spend a weekend, or with whom, or how to arrange/rearrange your house.

If you have a thing for fans, the Powerhouse Museum website has lots of its collection in images available online. (But I'm too tired to hunt out the link - I figure, if you're interested, you're just as good at googling as me, if not better...)

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Vale Anthony Minghella

  • the touching, funny, grounded happiness and sadness of Truly Madly Deeply: the scene where her piano is joined by his cello, and he returns; and then when he asks her to translate the poem. The rats. All the sentiment that's skipped in favour of more authentic emotions.
  • The clear and difficult and intricate and simple and not simple, and so beautifully acted work in The English Patient - the script, the direction, all that it gives your eyes and your heart.
  • The shining, poisonous human interplay of The Talented Mr Ripley, Seymour Hoffman and Law and Paltrow and Blanchett and Damon.
  • The restrained and desperate yearning of Cold Mountain, another picture of landscape and actors working to leave room for the audience to think - another one for eyes and heart.


Anthony Minghella

January 1954-March 2008.

Thank you.


0803 hay
Originally uploaded by rooruu.
I'm sure there's an absolute farming logic to how hay bales are scattered in the field; but to my untrained eye, it's pleasingly random. My untrained eye liked the colours and shapes here, too; the spiral of the bale, the lush green and quiet straw, with darker green behind and a milky blue sky. It's all colour inspiration!

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Minimalist stripes

Another Recycled Threads project done and dusted. Very simple, this one, minimalist. Found just the right starting piece, and off I went from there. What is it? Aha! Published in Australian Country Threads magazine in a few months....

Monday, March 24, 2008

Bridge and stonework

0803 bridge and stonework
Originally uploaded by rooruu.
Did the virtuous 7km walk by the river this morning - went a bit farther than we sometimes do, to see the view from the other side of this bridge. Between this one and the Harbour Bridge (although I don't know if they were being built at the same time) you could have made money on rivet manufacture...

We admired the brickwork, too the rising concentric circles. Maybe it's structural, but it's pleasing to the eye, too.

It's a popular path - you pass people of all ages, old, young, fit, less fit, friends and families, people on bicycles and on foot. One family was sitting on rocks at the river's edge, Mum holding the baby (maybe a year old?) on her lap, the little girl next to her clutching the remote control while Dad fished out the model boat for another try - they said it had been his when he was a boy. Looked like they were having a lovely morning in the sunshine, making memories of family time. As we walked on, the boat zoomed out towards the centre of the river, and there was a happy grin on the face of each family member.

Sunday, March 23, 2008

Easter eggs

0803 Easter eggs
Originally uploaded by rooruu.
I do rather like the pastel 'bird's egg' sort. Very pretty, in a glass bowl on a little quilt. For as long as they last...

It's good, at Easter, to have time to listen to family stories. What is interesting the little kids (medieval times and dressing up; and another one and I played on the computer with a paint program, vandalising/undoing on a picture of her, seeing what all the buttons did No, I don't want to be blue!), how the older kids are going (one is reading vampire fiction - suggestions welcome beyond Anne Rice, the Day Watch series, Robin McKinley's Sunshine, and please, no vampire romance), asking the grandparents for stories of their childhood (we asked them about their 21st birthdays: she had had a dinner party for twenty at a hotel, including a dance and some nice boys from the university, the thought of whom still brought a grin to her face; he had been in the air force, during WW2, so there might just have been a beer or two to celebrate, but nothing else).

They're like Easter eggs, in a way - things to discover, unwrap, savour. Where the family's been, where it is, where it might go.

Saturday, March 22, 2008

Shoe lust

0803 mola shoes
Originally uploaded by rooruu.
Wanna wanna wanna! They do use molas (South American reverse applique technique), and are made in South America, and are washable and durable, the seller said. Shoes or boots? Must go back when I decide...

Friday, March 21, 2008

Skulduggery Pleasant: Playing with Fire

0803 Skulduggery Pleasant book 2

How to make a nevvy very happy for Easter. Without mention of any chocolate.
  1. Know that he's hanging out to read the second Skulduggery Pleasant book
  2. Buy said book within hours of it being unpacked by lovely bookshop that phoned you to say it was in (and early)
  3. Phone nevvy so he can anticipate parcel
  4. Use an Express Post envelope to ensure next day and before-Easter delivery
  5. Remember how he's one of those kids who vanishes into a book, and remains utterly absorbed (and deaf to riot or revolution), and enjoy knowing that.

Skulduggery Pleasant: Playing with Fire, by Derek Landy. I'm looking forward to reading it too.

PS Flickr is driving me nuts as any 'blog this photo' I've done for the last couple of days has resulted in no photo, no text, only a title with no entry. So I've had to do these last few entries the long way. I've been 'blog this photo'-ing for yonks, and am not doing anything differently from what normally works...if you have any answers, please let me know!

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Reproduction blues

0803 quilt detail (blue)
I've been playing with reproduction blue fabrics (particularly like that vintage conversational with baby Saturns on it). Project to come in Australian Patchwork and Quilting, the issue out in about July 2008 in Oz.

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

You + Me = Us (Harmony Day)

0803 You + Me = Us (Harmony Day)
Scrapbooking papers, fonts from (library/fonts) and it's Harmony Day badge making time again at work - they look good, don't they? Although the concept of Harmony Day is apparently under review by the new Federal Government, so whether it's around next year is anyone's guess.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008


0803 sepia roses
Originally uploaded by rooruu.
One of the things about being a teacher is how many faces and names pass through your life, year after year, hundreds of them. You remember some, and others less so, and others not at all, because you had so little to do with them - although then sometimes a smile from a supermarket checkout kid, or an unexpected 'hello' in the shopping centre remind you that they remember you, they know you.

But some you do remember - not every day, but when circumstances call them to mind. Maybe ones with whom you spent more time, over time, because they were in your class, or one of your mentor students, or in the year group to whom you were a year adviser, or because they picked you as a teacher to whom they could tell their stories, from whom they could find a greeting, mooch a jellybean, whatever.

I knew last week that one of our ex-students had died in a road accident, but among all the hundreds who learn at this school, year after year, I can't always fix a face to a name - on the other such sad occasions (thankfully rare), it hasn't necessarily been a student I knew. This time, somehow, I just didn't hear the name.

Until today. And this was one I knew, a sweet-natured girl, quietly independent in her ways, only out of school a couple of years. I can see her now sitting in my office with that wonderful grin on her face, talking with me of cabbages and kings, burgling a jelly bean or three (I wish I could remember her favourite colour - was she one of those who do like black ones? or did she prefer the red ones? It's not at all important, but I'd like to be able to conjure that information. But I can't). I know she brought me photos of her all dressed up for the Year 12 farewell, but I can't remember her dress. Was it red? I know she came by to shoot the breeze a couple of times, the year after she left school, and it was good to see her.

We went back to the year group photo, the year she finished high school, and there she is, near the back because she was one of the taller girls, and it's hard to believe her life is finished, now, when it should just be blossoming out. She was one who would have explored the world, with her own quiet determination, given back with quiet grace, mothered children with kindness and thought. If that had been possible.

So these roses are for her, offered with my memories, incomplete as they are, scraps become sharper. Among the many names and faces, some you do remember, and a few, sadly, mourn.

Monday, March 17, 2008

Strasburg Clock

0803 Strasburg clock
Originally uploaded by rooruu.

One of the Powerhouse Museum's longest-term attractions is a version of the Strasburg Clock built in Sydney. It does its thing on the hour throughout the day, and always gathers a crowd. This photo was taken during the procession of the Apostles, at the point when Peter was there - because the cock is crowing three times, and the devil's window is open.

More about it here.

Such things fascinate me for the mind behind them, that said, hey, I'll build one of THOSE - and does. Amazing intricacy - the clock has so many features. It must have been an engrossing challenge. It is all too easy to be deterred, to think yourself out of something being possible rather than just going ahead and seeing if maybe it is... and sometimes things don't work. But sometimes they do.

Sunday, March 16, 2008


0803 meat pie
Originally uploaded by rooruu.

Last Sunday's lunch.

I didn't go to Harry's Cafe De Wheels (a Sydney institution) but the source of its famous pies is right near the Powerhouse Museum. This is known as a 'tiger'. Something to do with the 'stripes' of pie, mashed potato, mushy peas and gravy, I suspect. You have to be quite cautious in consuming it because the plastic fork is a tad flimsy, and the gravy capable of flooding off the plate...but not, as is usually the case with pies, because the content is suspect. Nice chunks of meat. Not a daily health food, no, but fun for a change.

Here's someone else's blog entry with lots of info about Hannah's Pies, from whence this came.

Saturday, March 15, 2008

An observation

Karaoke on a Saturday night should be considered an indoor sport. You can't assume that a sound most resembling assorted felines being eviscerated/obliterated in assorted ways that have little in common with the artist's original musical vision will be something that brings joy to your neighbours.

I'm just sayin'.

Art Deco wallpaper sample book

0803 Art Deco sample book
Originally uploaded by rooruu.
Another Powerhouse Museum item from the design exhibition (have I persuaded you to go see this yet?).

The saturated colours and the design of this reminded me of Kaffe Fassett fabrics. Would I buy meterage/yardage of a fabric like this? Oh yes!

(But now I'm off to play with reproduction blues, a much more subdued and restrained palette).

Friday, March 14, 2008

100 Word Stories: Song challenge (and name the song)

I am more than sick of this nappy bucket. I grimace with green virtue; wrist-deep in tainted water, nose wrinkling, it’s not so easy. My eyes are grimy-tired. It’s a toss-up whether 3am or 5am would be my least favourite time to be up. Maybe 4am, after both the others.

Felix appears at the door. "Yuk," he says, standing there in his suit and slightly loosened tie. "Dinner?"

You preside on the kitchen bench, gumming a rattle, sometimes laughing at the silly noises your dad makes to you as he chops and stirs.

You raise me up, both of you.

More info on You Raise Me Up. Josh Groban's version would be my favourite.

Tiwi work

0803 Tiwi work
Originally uploaded by rooruu.
Screenprinted on cotton, this was made by Tiwi people from Bathurst Island, based on a bark painting. It's another piece from the design section of the Powerhouse Museum.

Its regularities and irregularities remind me of Gee's Bend quiltmaking. Between these two cultural ways of seeing, I'd like to find for myself a way of graphically representing ideas, as they do. It's a journey; recognising that is one of the steps, and not rushing it, but letting your mind stay open and thoughtful.

I didn't stop for photos on the way home this afternoon. I could have caught, for you, the reflection of eucalyptus trees in a pond. Or cattle, their shapes outlined in the calm golden light of late afternoon, with the mountains turning blue behind them. Maybe next week. Sometimes, I do stop. Sometimes, I just want to get home. Busy weekend, lots of quilt deadlines crowding in.

Thursday, March 13, 2008

100 Word Stories: Hello, I don't believe we've met...

We won’t, now. Never will, and yet we have.

The soaring notes of Handel’s Messiah, the sharp and engaging observations of Dickens, my mother’s stories about Laurence Olivier in his prime, the impact of his Henry V film in World War II. Gerard Manley Hopkins, Jane Austen, Shakespeare, TS Eliot, two Bronte sisters, Blake…in this winter crowd of tourists, I engage in a literary stations of the cross, here in Poets’ Corner.

Above, the stone arches rise and meet each other. We can be astonished by words, by buildings, but in the end individual imaginations let us soar. Thank you.

Holding it together

0803 Droog design chest of drawers
Originally uploaded by rooruu.
A Droog design chest of drawers from the current design exhibition at the Powerhouse Museum in Sydney. Fabulously inventive, although you do wonder if operating the drawers would weaken the structure. It's a bit of a metaphor, too, all the stuff of life we hold together, the drawers we open readily, those we keep closed, their contents away from the eyes of the world. The way in which days are a patchwork, united by their connection to each individual, the individual collection of stuff that belongs to us, our lives, each day.

The name of this piece is: "You can't lay down your memories".

This is the Powerhouse's page on this item from their collection:

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

100 Word Stories: Wait - He Said What?

You. Are. Kidding.

No, I’m not.

Francis Xavier Bartholomew O’Leary, if you’re making this up…

Nope, never.


I know. But it’s true.

He really said it?

This morning, while we were having coffee.

He doesn’t drink coffee.

Chai and coffee, know-it-all.

Except he told you first.

I’m telling you second.

Mary Margaret Therese O’Brien.


And our Patrick?

Patrick really said it.

But I thought he hated her.

So we all thought.

And he’s promised? No going back?

No going back.

Let me get this straight. Patrick has finally agreed to claim little Tom as his?

As his son.

Green tomatoes

0803 tomato
Originally uploaded by rooruu.
Behind the apron-draped wooden fence from a couple of days ago was a flourishing vegetable garden, including these tomatoes.

Green is a stage, too. Green, growing, not yet ripe, not yet finished, but necessary for that ripeness to come. Sometimes I get too impatient with process and want product, want the result. But when I get lost in process, caught in the productive zone that can be close to meditation, it's good too. I need to remember that.

Love the fresh, sharp, slightly uncompromising smell of tomato leaves. I bought the vine-ripened hydroponic ones the other day, with stems and leaves, to savour that scent.

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

100 Word Stories: The Ritz

At eighty, Mrs Candley’s morning walk was rather less brisk than it had been at seventy. "Not old," she would mutter to herself, "not old"…as though somehow saying the words would make them true. She loved her little house, and its abundant garden, and the memories of Edward that were in every room.

“We live in the Ritz!” he’d say, surveying the kitchen, and the view of the vegetable garden beyond. She still grew herbs, and tomatoes, and energetic scarlet runner beans, with help from the boy next door. I’d be scared of somewhere grand, she thought. This is home.

...the splendour falls...

0803 stained glass shadow
Originally uploaded by rooruu.
One of those moments when you think, if I didn't have a blog and/or digital camera, which make me attentive and free to be photographically profligate, would I have noticed or caught this?

And who knows. Because I do, and I did, and it was an evocative conjunction of humble boards and colour-stained sunlight.

Which I caught on the weekend. Today? Running around all day like a mad thing, similar to so many other days at work. Fizz and run and hope that it's all holding together, trying to focus enough on one thing to be able to say at day's end, that's done, amid a zillion other things that you flit and answer to and help with and flit onwards. Although I did manage to eat lunch in one sitting today, not four...(that was yesterday).

Monday, March 10, 2008

100 Word Stories: She will be missed

Sometimes, amid a busy day at work, you need a jellybean. A shot of sugar from Julie, who keeps – kept - an open-access jar on her desk.

I finally realised that it wasn’t just the sugar, but the almost-certainty of the cheerful greeting, potent as sugar, feeding your soul.

Julie made this office work. Now I realise, as the gaps start appearing, things are left to hang, unfinished, uncaught. She knitted us all together into something we are not on our own. I wish I’d thanked her more, before she left.

The jar is now on my desk, empty, waiting.

Lockheed Lounge at the Powerhouse

Near the entrance to the Powerhouse Museum in Sydney is Marc Newsom's iconic Lockheed Lounge.

I rather liked the geometries in this picture - the fluidly organic shape of the lounge and the rectangles of windows and walls.

Sunday, March 09, 2008

Diana and a bookshop browse

0803 Diana exhibition poster
Originally uploaded by rooruu.
The Powerhouse Museum in Sydney is currently hosting an exhibition of possessions and gowns and other memorabilia related to Diana, Princess of Wales.

Lots of women there - very few men. At the (approx 5 min running loop) videos of the wedding and the funeral, there were people with surreptitious hanky-dabbing, reminded of their happiness and sadness.

It was fascinating to see the wedding dress up so close, and the sheer length of the veil and train (St Paul's would dwarf any gown...). Lovely handpainted detail on the underside of the wedding shoes. Extraordinary embroidery on others of her evening gowns, also on display - cornelli, and beading, and beautiful fabrics cut so cleverly.

After Diana, we spent just as long, if not longer, in the design exhibition on the entry level of the museum - some of the items are on long-term display, while others rotate, so there's always something new to see. It covers centuries of design, from eighteenth century gowns to Droog Design's drawers held together with a mover's strap.

Then we headed over to Kinokuniya, catty-corner from Town Hall. Ah. Bliss. Didn't emerge for three hours...Their range is absolutely huge, great depth, wonderful for browsing and planning what to buy now, what to buy next time. How could the internet ever replace books? - the smell of them, the satisfying heft and physical existence of them, flicking back and forth without waiting for a server or electricity, being carried away to different places, with pictures to engage your mind, ideas to engage your imagination.

Saturday, March 08, 2008

Aprons on a fence

0803 aprons on a fence
Originally uploaded by rooruu.
What a great way to draw attention to a really charming little antiquey-junky shop (my favourite combination!), stocked by a slightly distracted and really charming old lady. You couldn't help but wander by and wander in. Chicken-scratch embroidered gingham aprons on a fence, with cheerful pink cosmos looking enquiringly through from the flourishing vegetable patch behind.

We agreed that this shop would stay on the must-visit radar (another couple dropped off the must-visit radar on this jaunt up the mountains - you never quite know with antiquey-junky shops).

Friday, March 07, 2008

100 Word Stories: They're never around when you need one.

Don’t get me wrong. I think teenage boys can be utterly charming and delightful, even if their legs are hollow and their capacity for inhaling food in Tardis-like proportions (where DO they put it?) is designed to keep parents poor for years. They are capable of unexpected charm to elderly female relatives (great aunts and grandmas in particular) and wonderful patience with the smallest children (turn me upside down AGAIN!). And have you ever seen how they cradle a baby, how their faces soften, and you have to be very surreptitious about how you take a photo?

JAMES??? Garbage night!

Sunflower and bee

0803 sunflower and bee
Originally uploaded by rooruu.
Although it wasn't cold, the day was grey, and the sky considering rain (it got distracted, and the sun came out). I was happy that my modest little point-and-shoot digital camera managed to catch this - the bee, the water drops, the happy colour on a grey day.

Thursday, March 06, 2008

100 Word Stories: Tricksy numbers

Two husbands (ex), one current (aka darling boy).

Five children. Two mine, two step, and Bellybump.

One mother, three mothers-in-law (an inelegant oversufficiency).

Five fathers/fathers-in-law. Don’t ask. Too complicated.

Assorted siblings. Assorted sibling partners. Assorted food allergies/preferences/fussinesses (vegan, darling, but we make an exception for cow’s milk and fish. I refuse to enquire further).
All Rabbit’s friends and relations (ie. the rest of the family).

Darling boy’s work commitments. Darling children’s comings and goings to be managed with military precision. Bellybump’s morning contribution to my health and welfare (Still queasy? says current MIL in That Tone).

Two words: Family Christmas.


0803 florist sign
Originally uploaded by rooruu.
I rather liked this font, and the sign's slightly ageworn quality (sadly, its shop wasn't nearly as nice).

Wednesday, March 05, 2008

100 Word Stories: You're waiting for something important

It was hurting like crazy. Crazy enough for painkillers. But now, after the first couple of treatments – well, after the first one, the pain’s gone. Pretty much. Needle-fine files have dug in there, it’s the first ever time I’ve spent so long in a dentist’s chair that I arrived with iPod…

And now it’s a waiting game. Is there a twang, still? An ache? A small echo remaining of how it was? They won’t finish till this is gone, the nerve is gone. And so I wait, and pay attention. The root canal tango, a game of hide and seek.

3 china jugs

0802 vintage china jugs
Originally uploaded by rooruu.
They're still in the shop - I didn't succumb. But aren't they beautiful? Pretty, the kind of thing that makes you smile as you pour the juice intot your glass, the milk into your cup. They don't need to be floral, or china, to do their work - the plastic bottle or cardboard carton can perform that function just as well. But there's something about adding grace to the everyday that's at the core of the appeal of these, for me.

Tuesday, March 04, 2008

100 Word Stories: There's an elf at your front door.

So, you’re an elf.
Nice green hat.
Cool feather.
Best red pants I’ve ever seen.
Are those pointy shoes comfortable?
Would you rather change them?
(Is it just me, or is this conversation flagging a bit?)
So, Owen, why are you an elf today?
Not Owen. Olaf.
Ah. Olaf the Elf, yes?
Okaaaay. what do elves do, on a fine day like today?
Oh really? Why icecream?
It’s for magic.
Well, I can see how that’s handy. What sort of magic?
We make things disappear.
Like what, Olaf the Elf?

Op shop book finds

0803 op shop book finds
Originally uploaded by rooruu.
Did rather well at the op shop on the weekend. I'd been meaning to read the Sonya Hartnett (Sleeping Dogs for yonks, and for 50c, what's not to like? I read pretty much everything by Noel Streatfeild as a kid - the Gemma books, for instance, which I'm slightly afraid of reading again because I remember liking them so much and would hate to find myself disliking now...This was a nice copy of White Boots, so I invested (another 50c). Angela Carter - haven't read this one, but have read others by her - not always the easiest prose, she's a fearless writer (yup, 50c for Heroes and Villians).

The last one, My Year Off by Robert McCrum (author of The Story of English) was one I hadn't planned to buy ($5). An older man who was also browsing the books turned to me and said, "You should buy that one, it's really good." I don't know what prompted this - the other books I was carrying, or his recognition of a favourite book that he wanted someone else to enjoy, who knows? I sorta couldn't leave it on the shelf, then. He was so enthusiastic about it, in a diffident way, it would have been rude not to respect his recommendation. So, ah well, it's now on my reading pile too. I'm not sorry. It's about the stroke that felled him in his early 40s, and the process of recovery following it.

All up, not a bad haul - there be gold, among the dross, some days.

Monday, March 03, 2008

100 Word Stories: A new god has been born/created...

Special food. Check. Special bed. Check. Special bedding for special bed. Check. Assorted toys, coloured. Check. Minimum of three instruction books, read in full. Check. Care roster. Check. Fair process for choosing a name… well, when we tried them out, Mickey was the one he answered to. Is that fair enough?

Lead, two bowls (labelled ‘food’ and ‘water’, but I suspect that’s for the literate humans, not the dawg), collar, tag, microchipping, vet appointments for shots and such.

"Oh honey," said my best beloved, surrounded by three (additional) pleading sets of eyes. "A dog will be no trouble at all."

Vintage bags

0802 vintage bags
Originally uploaded by rooruu.
More from the lovely shop I visited last week with a friend. This clutch wasn't the bag I couldn't forget...but doesn't it amuse (those of us old enough to remember the first time) you that Oroton/Glomesh/mesh bags are newly fashionable?

Sunday, March 02, 2008

Scissors and silver jug

0803 scissors and silver jug
Originally uploaded by rooruu.
Vintage silverplate seems to be among the less expensive collectables around at the moment. Maybe people are put off by the polishing? Which doesn't have to be demanding.

I'm rather enamoured of its possibilities for storage/display. For my rotary cutter and sewing scissors - the care-less dressmaking ones (that can cut wadding as well as fabric, but not paper), the best-fabric ones (no wadding for these) and the pinking shears, you need a container with enough heft not to fall over. For example, a delightful vintage silver water jug, like this one. Not breakable, like china, and heavier than some other choices might be.

And elegantly beautiful, vintage, a grace note, not just storage. My kind of 'stuff'. (nod to William Morris: I know it's useful, and believe it to be beautiful - it ticks the boxes).

Saturday, March 01, 2008

Waiting room

0803 waiting room
Originally uploaded by rooruu.
The dentist and I are currently on first name terms (although it's hardly surprising, in this day and age) and she's going to have a lovely holiday, I hope, on the proceeds...

This particular practice has the cows (for which I can offer no explanation, as the immediate connection between cows and teeth eludes me, except that they clearly do have teeth) and also the very smart idea of a small library. Not just magazines, but some browsing books, if gossip or cars or National Geographic isn't what you want to distract yourself with.