At the moment, I’m sitting in front of my computer with nothing substantial or important to rant about on my blog.
It’s just that I’m just happy at the moment. Like in content you know?
I think it’s because I sketched the other day. Yesterday I tried a landscape in pastels. But I’m truly shite at landscapes. I can’t get the textures right. I seem to have a ‘better’ flare for figures. Not faces though.
I think that sketching or painting is almost like taking a drug. It stops you. It stops you dead in your tracks. You look at what you’re drawing and you immerse and absorb everything about that picture. I think it’s a good time for your body, or in my case, my mind, to stop, take a deep breathe and just rest. It feeds my soul.
Most art feeds my soul. Almost like music from Louise Carver Unplugged, or Rodriguez, or my all time favourite The Soundtrack to Dirty Dancing. That Otis Redding knew how to get ones hips to bump and grind. and thrust.
Just fun music, art and simplicity to rest my mind and restore my “gees’…
That’s all I need at the moment.
Very busy weekend. I actually enjoyed it. Feel a bit buggered.
Am on such a roll with framing and am churning out the work. I have my Creative groove on. Next week is the Art Exhibition. And we also may go down to the wool sale. So a busy time again for us. Is there any other?
When I’m happy and in a good place I don’t write in my blog much. So sorry about that. But not sorry that I’m happy. and Flipping hormonal and bad tempered. Flipping hell. Must be time for the dogs to visit soon.
I have to dedicate a post to my new favourite TV programme called Charly’s Bakery. Awesome.
Why do I love it?
- the girls very rarely wear makeup
- they’re on the voluptuous side
- they wear singlets and tie their hair up
- they always look pretty
- they’re always laughing and enjoying themselves
- all that cake………….all, all, all, all, all, all that cake………….
It’s about an awesome bakery with a strong Cape Town flavour. You know…the deep social conscience and strong arty vibe coupled with the Cape Town accent. Proudly South African. It’s produced by Justin Bonello, who is plat weg, not about any pretentiousness and very straight. Always a winning formula.
have a peek at their website…although I have to warn you… it doesn’t do them any justice. Rather watch the cooking programme on the Food Network.
It’s 10-20am and Molls is still sleeping. She woke up during the night and decided to play ‘silly buggers” by laughing and shrieking and having a right old royal time. When she does this, I check up on her and we leave her safely in her bed. We have a rule in this house. 7-30pm to 6am is sleep time. If you choose to wake up during this time it is for your own entertainment. You may be awake as long as you are quiet and in your bed. How you choose to spend your sleep time is up to you. (give or take a few loose parameters, as we know with kids)
All my ladies(domestics) have gone to town to sort something out with their Child Grants. Not sure what? All I heard was that they wouldn’t be here the whole of Thursday. After that my brain scrambled. I panicked coz I can’t really remember when last I made my bed and I’ve never cleaned the fireplace out.
I’m never alone in my house. It’s real treat. There’s always staff, kids and John. It’s an awesome opportunity to read and sloth and read again.
So off I go, to lie on my crisp, white 400 thread count Percale linen. I’ll read and read until I hear John’s farm bakkie pull up and then I’ll run with amazing speed into the office and pretend I’ve been working the whole morning. My mamma never raised no fool.
You see, I have a lot of admin to do and a fair amount of framing…so my slothful reading session will not be completely guilt free. I am a woman after all. Guilt is part of my genetic makeup.
P.s Just completed The light between two oceans. Very good read and I’m halfway through the The Good Daughter. Also good. Set in Iran.
It’s pissing down in these here parts. Sunny as anything at home, don my tan coloured kiff slingbacks, get in the car, drive kids to school and it starts pissing down. Drop Molly off at school, hop out of the car and feel the mud squish between my toes. Fliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip. I hate wet feet. It’s my pet peeve. I hate wet grass on my feet. Makes me ghrill (prounounced- ghhhhhr-ill). I do barefoot, but not in mud and wet grass.
On the one hand, at least the farmers are happy with the moisture. Makes for a peaceful atmosphere jong!
Writing a blog is a healthy thing, but it can also become me-centred. That’s why I left it for a week. Everybody knows that if you’re speaking to me and I’m bored in the first sentence, I switch off and I don’t hear you. I think my droning on of late started to bore me. Hence the time off to live life.
Here is a shearing collage of 2012. Yesterday the wool was baled and today we transport our wool to the auction.
Happy Thursday all.
Shearing has started.
Haven’t got there, waiting for kids to finish school.
Here is a photo of Aidan and his chommies when he was a mere 1 and a half years old. Don’t you just love it?…one of my favourites ever.
P.S Auburn Alice, I have the most divine pressie for you. I bought it this morning. Can’t wait to give it to you.