Wednesday, 20 March 2013

new boots!

 

I got me some new boots!

I've wanted a pair of these babies since I first saw them ages ago. I even ordered a pair with paisley bottoms online but they after months of "they'll be in soon" I finally got the dreaded "Sorry, we can no longer supply them" email.

The boot in the photo isn't MY boot. Mine are similar but have flowers and more red and pink and orange.

While wasting time in the city yesterday after work I had a look in an outdoor shop I rarely visit. They had one pair of these boots on sale for half price.

I just had to have them.

I don't know if its a good thing or a bad thing that I'm excited about the fact that I just bought mud boots.

Way classier than gum boots, but still.... boots for mucking around in the mud.

z


Sunday, 17 March 2013

sag drag and fall

I am so tired.

I finally got up on that ladder and painted under the eaves on the east side of the house so that side is now finished.

Well... almost finished. I still have to paint the window surrounds and nail the wire up to keep the birds out. I can hear one scratching around in the ceiling over my desk as I type...

I still have two more sides to paint the high bits, under the eaves, the window surrounds and the rails. And adding wire to keep out birds.

Then I have to consider oiling or staining the deck...

It never ends.

I used to flip flop and fly but now I sag drag and fall. (lyrics from an old rockabilly song).

My neck and upper back ache from balancing precariously on the ladder and reaching above my head to paint. My hair has tips in it. None a hairdresser put in, more like the ones I give myself as I lean back to paint a bit on one side while my hair brushes the bits I painted on the other side...

And the weather, which was so uncooperative for so long, being stinking hot and windy, has suddenly turned chilly.

I think summer is over and I haven't yet finished painting the house.

I need to put all other projects on hold and get it done before winter really sets in. Once the rains start I think it'll be next summer before the rails dry enough to apply paint.

Meanwhile, on an exciting note, I've been in touch with the family who bought Ben. He's doing well and they love him. I'm so glad. When they were here they said they may have a couple of horses which might suit me. I got photos of one of them the other day.

Meet Chester, a chestnut standard bred boy, 15hh, 10 years old.




I'm in love.

He's gorgeous, isn't he? I love boys anyway so I may be a bit biased. But he's just so pretty! And such a lovely colour. 

At this point I confess that I've always had a mistrust of chestnuts, ever since a chesnut boy named Tito threw me repeatedly when I was taking riding lessons many years ago. But Chester has a trustworthy face, don't you think?

At 15hh, Chester is a lot smaller than Ben too. When we bought Ben he was 16hh according to what we were told. He's now 16.3hh. He's huge. He grew tons while we had him. As you can imagine, the drop from 15 hands is a lot less than the drop from 16.3 hands.

I always wanted a BIG horse. My first horse was a 14.3hh quarter horse x named Schnapps. I wanted a 16-17hh horse then. Now I'm leaning the other way...

I might even have a hope in hell of getting my leg up into the stirrup of a 15hh horse. 

We can only hope!

Anyway, I'll share photos of the mare they have too, an appaloosa... then we'll go out one day in a couple of weeks and I'll get to ride them and see how I feel about them. I'm so excited!

z

Monday, 11 March 2013

blindingly blue chairs

 

Yesterday we picked up my new adirondack chairs.

When I chose the colour for them I wanted them dark dark navy blue. Deep and rich. I took home swatches and compared and deliberated...

And I STILL got it wrong!


Does this look like rich dark blue to you?

To me it looks like a vibrant cobalt blue.

This is what the swatch looks like:



Sigh. It looked dark blue to me.

On the chairs: vibrant blue. Greek island blue.

Not that there's anything wrong with that... just, its not the blue I was going for. And it cost a ton as well cause its an ultra deep base. AND I have a ton of it left over.

It might be the fact that I chose gloss paint and the surface of the chairs is slightly ridged. They're made out of treated pine so they can be left outside in the weather and not get ruined. That's also why I chose gloss paint... easier to wipe bird poop off.

Still, I guess I can live with them for now. Maybe if I put the over on the dam side of the porch, where there's no roof and they'll be exposed to the sun and rain, they'll dull down a bit.



I love them... They're great chairs. Really comfy and well made. But so bright! Ugh. Maybe I should have just stuck to white. Can't go wrong with white....


You may have noticed the flour sacks making another appearance as cushions. Can't leave them outside when we're not home though. Romeo would use them as chew toys and Montana and Barney would sleep on them. White and dog prints don't mix well.


I found this cute little ex wire birdhouse. It used to have some sort of fibre stuff on it but that's long gone. There's still some bird poop on it though. I love the wonkiness of it. I'll be doing something with this soon.


Meanwhile I mentioned shopping, did I not? Well, lately I've been on a mission to get a sink into the mud room. Outside the toilet.

The toilet is small and cause of the way the door swings and the window, there's no space for a tiny sink in there. Plus Wayne has huge hands, can you imagine him trying to wash his hands in a sink the size of an espresso cup?

I've never minded the fact that our toilet is off the mud room (it used to be outside!), but I've hated that in order to wash your hands after using the 'facilities' you have to walk through the mud room, through the entry/pantry area, through the kitchen, into the hallway and into the bathroom. Now (well, soon) we'll be able to wash our hands right after doing our business. What a novel experience for us!

So, in my quest for the perfect sink I looked at quite a few online. I looked for 2nd hand of course. I found a nice looking ensuite sized one for $30 but wasn't sure without seeing it. I found a really nice looking pale blue cast iron and enamel one nearby but when I tried to go see it, turned out the house was on top of the mountain and I almost had a heart attach when my wheels started to spin on a tight uphill bend.

My car doesn't have good traction.

See, I'd arranged for our plumber to come over this morning to do some work and fit the new sink while he's here. Plus the new gooseneck tap for the kitchen sink. I hate low taps in kitchens. Bad enough I only have a single tub sink but to have a low tap as well was like adding insult to injury.

I lived with it for 2 years. It was time.

In the end, with the plumber's visit looming and no sink to be found, I dragged Wayne to Bunnings yesterday and had him pretend to wash his hands in a couple of smaller sinks to try them out. (He loved that!)

I ended up buying a pretty little squarish sink for $99, plus whatever for the tap.

Then we traipsed off to visit Anna, pick up the chairs her husband made, give her the painting I'd done, had a swim etc. While having fish and chips for lunch at Opossum Bay, I noticed a note in the window which said "pedestal sink, good condition $20, see John" and an address just around the corner.

Everyone started to tease me. I'd spent over $100 on my sink and I could have gotten that one, etc.

Don't mess with me. They didn't think I'd go...

I did.

John was the sweetest stooped little old man, he showed me the sink in his shed, telling me it came from the bungalow in his back yard which the kids had renovated and replaced everything old with new stuff. He said he hadn't wanted to advertise it but a sign in the shop was enough, he only need to find the "right person, someone just like you who loves old things".

So I bought it.


Being me, I also bought a solid timber door he had in the shed. It was right behind the sink. I looked at the sink, said I'd come back with the trailer and get it and btw, would he sell me the door? We think it might be huon pine. Great value at $20!


The sink isn't plumbed in yet, (I had cleaned it, but dirty boots got it!) we forgot its a public holiday and when the plumber came up he couldn't buy the bits and pieces he needed to finish the job. He'll be back tomorrow. Meanwhile I undercoated the back wall so it would be easier to paint later.

The timber in that area is old timber from piles we found in the paddock. Wayne re-used all the best bits to line out that room. I'll need to re-undercoat it to stop the wood stains from coming through, but it should be ok.


By tomorrow afternoon we'll have a usable sink in the mudroom. 

Yipee!

z

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swimming without wetsuits


Its not a greek island, but it sure is beautiful, huh?

This is the beach at Opossum Bay, down south of Hobart. We went to visit our friends down there yesterday and, naturally, it was a cool, windy, cloudy and otherwise "not swimming" type of day.

But we swam anyway. I mean, we were there! And lately I've been dreaming of Greece. A lot. In fact, some of my dreams are more like nightmares.

In the nightmares I'm on Paros and the weather is cold or rough or I'm too busy and I never get to the beach. Its like "wont swim today, maybe tomorrow"... I wake up so depressed. I was on Paros and I didn't get in the water.

Now, I guess you have to know me to know how that would be a nightmare. I live in the water in summer when I'm in Greece. Maybe I'm part fish. My idea of the perfect greek holiday is to wake up early, get to beach by 10am or earlier, while its still fresh and cool out, grab myself an umbrella and lounge chair (you hire those by the day) and stay there all day.

I order coffee from the nearest bar, buy water as needed, eat fruit I bring with me if I'm hungry and spend the entire day reading and swimming, drying off and getting wet again. In the shade of the umbrella. I still turn as brown as a berry, but except for time spent in the water I never really sunbathe.

Its amazing that I chose to live inland, in the country really, considering how much I love the water. The best explanation I can think of is that Greece has always been the sea for me where Australia has always been country. I love the Australian countryside more than I love its beaches. They're rough, huge waves which terrify me and, lets not forget... sharks!

Plus Tasmanian waters are legendary for being cold. We could see the icebergs from the beach. Ha. 

So when we went to Anna's beach (not Opossum Bay beach but another one nearby) and the water was calm with gentle lapping waves and I could see the sand and shells in the sand in the water, it was the closest I've come in a long time to the beaches of Greece. I can imagine on a sunny hot day it would be heaven.

I even started to think about selling up and buying a place down there. Imagine living close enough to the beach to walk the dogs down there every day like Anna does, and swim as often as you like. Imagine being able to submerse yourself in cold water to cool your blood down on hot days!

Wayne and I both braved the water without wetsuits and, actually, after the initial shock to the system it was fine. Beautiful in fact. Have I mentioned how much I love being in the sea?

They're predicting 35 degrees C tomorrow. 

I'm thinking of going to visit Anna again.

Better go wash out the bathing suits and dry them so I can take them to work tomorrow!

z

PS I also did some shopping while down there. More on that later!