Well, it is grey and drizzly here in Australia for the third day of the real school holidays and so I find myself at mid-day not only in my pj's but still in bed. On the laptop. With tea. And bagels. Life is good.
Yesterday, as you know I went to the city, hopped on the ferry and took a ride to all the delights of Sydney. It is an amazing city for sure and first of all as I stepped off the ferry right alongside the Opera House, over the quay and up one of the main streets, I felt just a tad overwhelmed…short ferry trip but a million miles from my tatty old cottage…
All was busy, office workers were scurrying around, gals in the highest heels clipping past me at a million miles an hour…all tight skirts and ruffly shirts…men with heads down and their lunch under their arm…
It reminded me of when I used to get the train from the country up to London every day…I was one of those people scampering around at lunchtime, not looking at the wonderful things around me, head down trying to do as much in the lunch hour as physically possible and tut tutting at the stupid tourists gazing around and walking too slow.
Anyway, more of that tomorrow (and if you follow me on Facebook, you'll know I bought a million dollar dress) but for now, let's talk about vintage ladders and flowers shall we?
Last week I had lots of emails firstly about the ladder, where did I get it how much did it cost, how does it work in the house etc., how does it work leaning up against the wall and more, could I please show more pictures of it…ha And secondly about the dahlias.
So the ladder I found at a garage sale, one of those garage sales where you think there will be nothing for a vintage loving, flower loving gal…it was a man's garage sale, ya know? With tools and buckets and old bags of cement…and tucked up in the corner were a few ladders stacked in a lonesome pile.
I can't remember how much I paid for it, for sure it was only a few dollars and I did absolutely nothing to it apart from give it a quick vacuum and clean and even that was a little, how shall we say….patchy.
It is simple to lean it up against the wall and no in my case (and I have enough of them around!) one has never fallen down…it doesn't take long to do this particular bit of home foofing (thought the first couple of ladders I found I re-invented with paint, now I don't bother)…simply find a ladder, clean it up, find a spot, walk up to it and lean the ladder on the wall.
Highly not recommended if you have a toddler around…plus forewarn clumsy long-limbed teenage boys of the impending hazard and dare 7 yr old boys to even think about climbing it…
Now the dahlias, someone emailed me asking me do I have flowers in my cottage all the time and how do I budget for that? Well, luckily, there is room in my budget for a bunch of flowers from the market every week. And I know that that is not the same for everyone.
But I love flowers, the colour, the softness, the little bag of cheer they bring along with them and I feel I must, if possible, have them… and, like many home decor books, magazines and perhaps nowadays too, blogs, I would like nothing more than to have bucket loads of them casually strewn around the place, piles of them stacked up in the sink…waiting…tables groaning with vases full of soft droopy heads. But herein lies the problem, my time or budget does not hold within it much room for stocking this old cottage like a florist and so I have had to adapt.
Bottom line, I have a regular old life, where I'm busy and challenged, a schedule that is at times haphazard and a home that is the base for three busy kids with three busy lives.
There isn't much space or time or casherooni for sinks full of flowers.
So this is my compromise…a regular old bunch of $8 flowers and a bit of creativity.
I am no stylist, florist or interior designer so perhaps a bunch of flowers thrown in the groceries will never be winning me any prizes, but I make no apologies for commending the house-sprucing abilities of the humble, often disparaged bunch of garage flowers.
So I recommend dear Beach Cottage readers, next time you see them on your weekly shop, treat yourself…throw them in, get them home, break em up, stick, unpretentiously in old jam jars or bottles..
..and then when they are on their last legs and you thought they had done all they could for you, tie 'em round an old weather-beaten ladder…
There is something about this easy glamour…the heavenly mix of textures, that makes it, for me, an eight dollars very well spent.
Let me know what you think and I'd love to know if you have any other ideas for using flowers creatively…or more if you know of any real people, who live without teenagers and so have glut loads of them happily living in their sinks :-) I've heard that the flower markets here in Sydney are an experience more than worth the trip and where $8 goes a long way…so one day this week, I will be emerging from this old cottage in the early hours and driving over for a mooch…wish some of you guys could come with me…
Let me know what you think and I'd love to know if you have any other ideas for using flowers creatively…or more if you know of any real people, who live without teenagers and so have glut loads of them happily living in their sinks :-)
I've heard that the flower markets here in Sydney are an experience more than worth the trip and where $8 goes a long way…so one day this week, I will be emerging from this old cottage in the early hours and driving over for a mooch…wish some of you guys could come with me…
See you later, I am going to Bunnings and trying on my new dress from the city…
Oh and my Coastal Country Style was featured by Holly at Decor8 recently
**winner of ThriftyChic & goodies Beth from TheRubyBlog**
**winner of ThriftyChic & goodies Beth from TheRubyBlog**