Tea Trolley Metamorphosis

Howdy, beachy gals, all is better over here in the lovely Australia, of course it didn't last long and of course you probably coulda guessed that hormones were involved, hmmm.

Thank you to everyone who commented, sadly with the 3-day long weekend to celebrate Australia Day (so love the patriotism) I haven't been on the computer much to come by and comment. But I've read the suggestions as people have swung by and as Gina said took a long hot bath to soothe it all away …it's really good when people, like Leslie and Lyn just relate, isn't it?  And funny how cyberspace seems like the perfect medium for it cos you get lots of different perspectives.

I have to say thank you to Mel, for forwarding the poem, it made me cry, in a good way and I certainly need to be saying more "I love you's" in my life.  About ten years ago I read a story about a dad who asked his kids every single day "Have I told you guys how much I love you today?" and then would reply well I love you more than all the grains of sand on all the beaches, the next day a different amount.  I did this too but realised today that actually those questions aren't as regular as before.  I'm starting that up again.

And then this from Darlene, which cracked me up 'There are some days when the only thing that will make me happy is to go motorcycle riding with Brad Pitt but then I remember I won't fit into my leather pants that I forgot to buy.'   Goodness I love that man, oh and the one with him and Robert Redford in the same movie.  Phew.

Gina, said she declutters.  WHAT?!  That really seemed like work to me and the last thing on my list.  But I thought I try it along with baby-steps, another suggestion, and Laura said clearing physical space clears mental space…so I opened a box of 'home management' stuff, piles of paper not even looked at since we moved and worked for 15 mins on that.  Oooooh yeah, it was good.

And then the best one of all, from Janice, and although I loved her tip for not having an ironing basket, via simply by-passing that whole step and hanging it straight in the wardrobe, what totally and I mean like swinging-from-the-chandelier totally cheered me up, is that she thought my blog was nice and 'not bad for a Pom'.  Bring it on.  And if you don't get that at all, I'll tell you what, Pom is the slang for an English person (Prisoner of Her Majesty's) and if an Aussie admits you're OK, things are looking pretty good baby.

One of the best things I love doing though when I get all funked up like that and ready to stick my head in the oven, is foofying around with furniture and things.  You probably already know that. 

So I thought I'd show you this tea cart, that I transformed, actually really I just disguised, from ugly, sad and stained to a bathroom bits & bobs storage unit.  Whaddya think?  I thought it might be quite nice for Susan's Metamorphis Monday (and go see Susan's blog for much more madeover eye candy).  See that lovely pink candle there?  I won it here, sigh, it really really is to-die-for, I wish I could afford to have a hundred more of these all around the Beach Cottage…not quite the same when it comes from the dollar shop…

Oh and I'm having a giveaway this week, so swing on by and leave me a word or two, I promise there are no horrid, yucky little comments that you have to leave me to make me feel good about myself…well, ok then, you could pretend you're a true-blue Aussie and say that 'I'm not bad for a Pom'  I'd sooooo love that.