Monday, February 20, 2017

Sweet Dreams

Hello lovelies, welcome to my flower-filled boudoir. Yes indeedy, the boudoir, the place of sweet dreams is finished (well.....with just a few little things left to be done); it is in full dress so to speak.



Just to let you know I am now standing upright......all five feet nine inches of me. When you last visited my place I had the bearing of Quasimodo but now all is well, I am standing tall once again.

I have been busy these past weeks finishing my quilt, stitching some curtains and tarting up the boudoir here and there. With the exception of the stitching of a few cushions and some pillowcases, together with a li'l machine sketching of a lampshade, it is the place of my sweet dreams.

The curtains took an age. You've heard the saying "measure twice, cut once"........well I measured my curtains throughout the stitching, over and over and over again, but still in places they were not even. It seems to me my linens took exception to being cut and stitched, but after a dizzying amount of time and endless unpicking of seams they are finished and now hang ever so prettily at the window. But....before I give you a bo-peep let me begin at the beginning.

As I intimated before, I decided to fashion the curtain out of more of my embroidered linens which I have been acquiring over the years. Before stitching could begin, first all my linens had to be washed.



Love, love, LOVE the vintage trolley and washing basket. I happened upon these relics in a second hand store with a "NOT FOR SALE" tag on them. So.....how did these vintage beauties happen to come home with me?? Mmm...I wonder if tackling the lovely proprietor down to the ground and pummelling her on her chest till she gave in, had anything to do with it!! =)




All those lovely ladies hanging in in the sunshine do surely make my heart sing.


Though I washed all my pretty ladies, I decided to only include this lovely southern belle encircled in a pretty ribbon and lilacs. With  the linens washed, dried and folded, the 'FUN' began.





I facetiously say FUN as the stitching of this curtain wasn't at all pleasant. I encountered so many problems with it but it is finished and hanging at the window, so all is forgotten.


I love the finished curtain at the window. I can hear your thoughts ticking away......but what about your husband.....does he mind having all these lovely linens draping the window?? Believe it or not, he loves it. The southern belle smiling at him rather serenely doesn't seem to bother him at all. =) Besides, because the curtain is made of vintage linens with mostly backgrounds of cream or white with embroidered flowers here and there, it creates a lovely calming ambience. Also, as the curtain is pulled right back during the day, it disappears into a blur of pretty pattern.

With the gorgeous flowers on the wall singing the most lyrical of songs, the ripping up of carpet and the painting of the floor done and dusted, the painting of furniture with a lick or two of chalk paint, the stitching of the curtain; and the last quilting stitch on my scrappy quilt having been stitched......let the room reveal begin!
















From very early morning, Old Man Sun trickles his rays into the bedroom like a warming caress, and as the momentum of the day journeys on, engulfing this most delightful room with bright and happy sunshine. Although his beaming smile is always welcome, the sunshine does perish the quilts that rest on the bed. The hexie quilt that I fashioned years ago has perished a little and requires a little tender loving care to repair it. Therefore, I change the quilts often.....hence the reason why a smattering of quilts rest in the pretty cupboard beside the bed, and even more reason to stitch some more pretty quilts. The Cathedral quilt is my next "to do" pretty. Hopefully it will be singing a hallelujah chorus, resting ever so prettily on my bed, before my pretty scrappy quilt fades into anonymity. :)



The boudoir is a most enchanting room filled flowers and sunshine which beams through the windows all day long. It is a place of quiescence and the dreaming of sweet dreams. It is a delightful place, both day night to luxuriate in. It is a place to enjoy lovely lie-ins, sipping a cup of tea and reading a devotional before the busy day ahead. Yes indeedy, me thinks the boudoir is my new favourite place......but then there are a few of those around here.




Until the next time..........



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Thursday, January 26, 2017

Seeing Flowers





One day, whilst out and about in a book shop.......

He (a 'flora-phile') said, whilst poring over a most beautiful photography book on all things flowers, "isn't this a gorgeous coffee table book; wouldn't it look great on our coffee table?" (he did, he really, really did).


She (a totally obsessed eccentric) said "It is, isn't it; but just imagine how beautiful this book (times five), page by page, would look as a feature wall, in our boudoir???

So who do you think triumphed........he.......or she??

You are all a wee bit clever; of course she was the victor!!

It's not the first time I have totally destroyed a book, page by page......a sacred published document which should ever remain in it's binding.......and paste it to a wall. I love my bright and happy botanical hallway so much I thought I  might commit the iniquitous deed of ripping out carefully tearing out each page once again, but this time for my boudoir.


I have been searching for what seems forever, vintage wallpaper or perhaps a lovely chinoiserie wall paper for a feature wall, but could never find what I wanted for a reasonable price. When eventually I did find a lovely one, alas it would have cost me the proverbial arm and leg. Besides, when thinking about the colour schemes, I really didn't want to limit myself to one or two colour palettes. I wanted the full colour spectrum to be dancing on my wall, so I could change quilts for my bed at my whim. So.....happening upon this beautiful book written by Teri Dunn Chace and exquisitely photographed by Robert Llewellyn is a gift from Heaven. =)

For two weeks I was up the ladder adhhering page by page, the most beautiful flower photographs to my 11' high wall.....in total 204 pages. It was a snail-like process as the back of each page had to be covered with Mod Podge and then carefully pasted to a pre-pasted wall, ever so carefully smoothing out each crinkle, ensuring there were no air bubbles. It truly was the most laborious process. Upon completion of the entire wall, I then gave it three coats of Mod Podge.


I now have the bearing of Quasimodo, hunched over, unable to straighten, feeling pain in places I have never really been aware of before!!


BUT......I am delighted, absolutely ecstatic with the results. I LOVE the new feature wall, as does I might add, my husband. A wall that will bloom forevermore with pretty flower after pretty flower.


Just in case you are in need of a little more hydrangea love and didn't get enough last week!!








Oh......did I tell you......the Dahlias are doing their thing this year and beautifully so.....even better than last year, if that is at all possible. They can't let the Hydrangeas have all the limelight, they have to try to upstage the Hydrangeas and be the centre of attention. Just between you and me though, I don't think there is any plant, en masse, that can overshadow the Hydrangeas, but that's just me. =)
















One of the things I wanted to achieve these Summer holidays was to create a feature wall and tart up our boudoir. Actually it eventuated into a complete makeover! The carpet has been ripped up and sent to carpet hell, damned forevermore, the floor has been given many coats of white paint and the walls painted a crisp white. Now to make some pretty curtains from lovely, embroidered linens and to finish my scrappy fabric/embroidered linen quilt.

I am so happy the boudoir is well on it's way to becoming a most beautiful place to rest and refresh a troubled or tired mind. It is a place to escape to, pull up a quilt or two and get lost in a good book for an hour or so, or even enjoy a nanny nap (not that I am a nanny.....pity). For now this hunchback gal, who really should know better than traipse up and down ladders for days on end, is intending to relax a little and enjoy a little quilting; who knows, perhaps this week all the quilting will be finished. 



Mmm......perhaps the dazzling Dahlias have a point...........



I, like Quasimodo in that tale of long ago, rather feel like swinging from bell to bell, ringing those tintinnabula in unison, joyously celebrating my beautiful flower wall......I'm off to find me a cathedral. =)

Until the next time...



Friday, January 20, 2017

Hydrangeas and endless Summer Days

Hydrangeas are reminders of endless Summer days that seem to go on forever. Summer images of these beautiful lacy, star-shaped flowers packed together in delightful plate-sized pompoms, always delight me. I would have to say without equivocation Hydrangeas are my favourite flowers. They never fail to delight with a beautiful show for months in the garden and as cut flowers they last for weeks, gradually fading to lovely dried flowers in the softest of autumnal hues.

Before I take you on a virtual stroll of our Hydrangeas in the garden, a cautionary word.......I got a little carried away with my little camera.......again! Alas, there are a gazillion happy snaps of my favourite flower. You might want to pull up a comfy chair and pour yourself a bottomless cup of tea. I humbly apologise from the outset, for the overload of Hydrangea gorgeousness, but I am guessing all you lovelies way up there in your frigid, wintry wonderland could do with a little sprinkling of pretty colour in your snow-filled day. AND....those of you fellow Aussies who live on the mainland....well your Hydrangeas (if indeed you have any) would be frizzled to an to an inch of their botanical lives with all the sweltering, blistering Summer days you have been experiencing!



Upon entering the front gate, I can't help but feel a sense of cheeriness as I amble through.



Our garden plays host to many different cultivars in colours of whites, pinks, mauves, purples, crimsons and blues. I think at last count we have 45 of these gorgeous shrubs and yes, there is still room for some more.




























One could say Hydrangeas bestow oodles of WOW....NOW!!







Now you know I couldn't stop at photographing the Hydrangeas in the garden. I had to.....had to capture a little sense of theatre.....a little drama. It wouldn't be me if I didn't add a prop or two. =)


This beautiful vintage kimono was gifted to me by my two daughters for a birthday a couple of years ago. Isn't it beautiful. My girls know their mother  so very well. I guess it is all those Sunday afternoon drives when they were young, which usually ended up a shop or two filled with antiques, vintage pretties, bric-a-brac......which was always followed by a debriefing at a cafe where a coffee, iced chocolates and a slice or two of chocolate mud cake were enjoyed. Yes indeed, those Sunday drives of yesteryear are what fun, familial memories are made of.


My vintage kimono, swatches of kimono silks and a gorgeous ginger jar summate a wonderful sense of Asian exotic-ness.















A lace curtain, a candelabra and Hydrangeas in a pretty, iron basket.......al fresco, can be an excellent thing..............




........as can a gold frame!



Of course, Miss Maisie had to join in the fun. Miss Maisie has lost all her fuzziness. She has taken off her fur coat for the Summer. I rather miss her fuzzy, bad hair days.



I could earn a fortune hiring out Miss Maisie for photo shoots. All I say is "stay" and she does. No growling at her.....no doggy treats as bribes......she just loves to smile at the camera.

And.......what is a sweet puppy dog without her loving Lord and Master to sit with her!


I love this photo. It is very Downton Abbey-esque, isn't it. When I arose at 5.00am  to set up this photo shoot, (all the photography had to be accomplished before the sun rose) I didn't intend to take a photo of either my good husband or indeed Miss Maisie. As is always the case with these things, it just was one of those on-the-spur-of-the-moment kinda things. My good husband was gardening nearby dressed in his dirty gardening garb, when I thought what a wonderful photo it would be if he was sitting 'on set', in more formal attire, on a rather royal looking chair (which I tarted up ages ago) partaking in a cup of tea. He scrubs up pretty well for an old fella. He certainly looks very dapper and suave and as for Miss Maisie, well she looks rather adorable, too!


Aah yes......a cup of tea. How is your cuppa going?? Do you need a refill yet?? Not to worry, you may get up from that comfy sofa now and go about your day. Thank you for 'sitting out' the distance with me. Sometimes, just sometimes............I do tend to get a little carried away.

Oh well........until the next time.