Monday, 8 June 2009

The sweetness of vintage fabric

50s australiana

50s australiana

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One of my oldest and dearest friends became a father for the first time yesterday. The arrival of little peeps never fails to touch my heart - it brings back the anticipation and pure joy of the arrival of our two boys. Welcome, sweet Keziah.

I have popped some new arrivals on the website today. Two are standouts for me - mainly due to their sweetness! The fabric above is an old light flannel featuring koalas and a sleeping baby. The one below is a super rare atomic dog print, vintage late 40s. Both are super special in their own little ways :)

40s atomic dog

40s atomic dog

Sunday, 7 June 2009

Little steps back

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Even though I am awaiting some not so lovely test results I can feel my change of thought swaying once again to the positive side. On contemplation in recent days/weeks I have realised I have taken on far too much and, if I was to continue going down that same path, I would end up very ill, unhappy and...well, in places I never want to be.

I realised I had been living life far too much for others and not nearly as much for myself. When you're a wife, a parent, a chef, a house-keeper, a business-owner, a worker etc etc life becomes a game of catch-up. Some days are seamless, others aren't. I realised, in amongst all of this whirlwind of life, was little ol me. I had forgotten about me.

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I think this is a female thing...the forgetting about you part. I have put myself in the back for a long time and had forgotten how to feed my spirit and my soul. I felt overwhelmed with life as I had forgotten how to feed myself, to build my solid groundwork so that life didn't seem so chaotic. As that groundwork crumbled, so did I.

So I am slowly remembering me again. I love me. Seriously - I do. I have always liked myself - partially as I am an only child and I had to amuse myself day in, day out. I have also achieved a lot in life and recognise that, so I am definitely a proud me. But then I started to do too much and I forgot how much I loved just being with silent with myself.

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So in the past weeks we have taken days and days away from business and responsibility. We have escaped as a family to Queenscliffe and to Daylesford. We have laughed and played. I have read and had some wonderful quiet time. I can feel myself growing back again.

I have decided to write a promise list for myself. I wrote my first one yesterday. It's a weekly list to guide me through the week and to remind myself I am completely humand and have limitations within my 'roles' of business owner, wife, Mum, friend, advisor etc etc. Most of all, it is a list simply for me to remind myself to care about me :). I'll revisit the list next Sunday and see how I go...

The photos? Part of our storage area. Yes - here's a glipse of what is ahead for us. None of this is on the website, as yet :) - and, yes, dear readers...this is only about a third of our unloaded stock. Little steps getting this stock up for sale...

Wednesday, 3 June 2009

Getting my mojo back...slowly...

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As some of you know, my health has been 'off' of late. Ever since I had my gallbladder removed in June last year my tolerance to food (in general) has been horrid - some good days, some bad. Lots of tests over the past year with little results...had another one on Tuesday so I am waiting to get results back. Not a great time, but not a bad one either :)

My dedication to the business has been waning over recent months due to my lack of energy and general illness. I have been trying to think my way out of being sick - I am a fan of the power of thought and the power of brain over body etc. But no matter how much I try and think myself well and keep pushing on, I am still sick. And all I have done is run my body into the ground.

So I have been taking a lot of time off in recent weeks - now six weeks, I think. Lots of pottering time. Lots of family time with gorgeous hubby and gorgeous boys. Lots of general laze about time...hello rest!...couldn't remember what that felt like.

With rest comes the sunshine. So I am feeling my mojo coming back - a little. I am hoping the tests reveal nothing sinister so I can pull myself up and get cracking again. I have ideas. I have fabric. Ideas and fabric mean a vintage fabric business. And I do love it so :) And I miss it, too. Just like I miss you :)