G'day lovelies, hope you all enjoyed the weekend, if you Facebook with me you'll know I spent 12 hours on Saturday spectating or playing sport of some kind which left every single muscle in my body sore on Saturday night and yesterday I had to hit the mall for little Mr BC's birthday gifts. I just about survived it without turning into the Beach Cottage Mall Witch. Always a bonus for those unfortunate enough to 1. be in my company whilst mall-shopping or 2. serving me.
Most of Sunday arvo I spent foofing around in the cottage, getting ready for the party and getting my bags thought about for my upcoming trip to the Old Country.
And Miss BC and I tried out three new-to-us recipes from Jamie Oliver. Funny really I feel like I know Jamie, it's weird how you get that with a celebrity isn't it?? I kinda feel like I've grown up with him…he is a similar age to me and when I was first at home with the BC littlies and experimenting with cooking he led me down a path that opened my eyes to a love of simple unpretentious home-style fare.
I distinctly remember the first time we saw his first TV program which aired on BBC2…long before the days of his full on fame. I still think the first two of his books, The Naked Chef ones are the best and I still refer to them a whole lot…some of the newer ones I think have become a bit too, um you know, part of the Jamie Machine…anyway, the recipes we tried this weekend were a pear pavlova (from start to finish by Miss BC, I am soo not a dessert cook) and a chicken and all-in-one potato dish.
So now I've rambled on about my weekend I thought today I'd show you how that old thrifted watering can from my recent garage sale adventure looks in the Sitting Room (and for more garage sale treasures see Rhoda's blog).
And I've noticed lately that there's a lot of flowers going on on this here blog, I am well aware that you may, by now, be finding this somewhat repetitive and I cannot apologise for that…I find myself more and more plonking them down in every little corner of the cottage that I can..
I think there is a reason for this, I am at a transition point in my life…and without wanting to get all over-the-top emotional with you 'cos you sure don't come here for that…I feel that my life has very much changed into a different gear over the last six months or so – our children are no longer little, we have finally become very settled in our new life in Australia and I can see everything just tinkering along quite nicely. And with that comes an odd kinda sadness? Do not ask me why that would be. Tell me, have you been through something similar…when all is good with your life, but it moves on and there is a tinge of I don't know what?
And so with that transition-type feeling going on I find that I beg, steal, borrow and buy flowers (you can read about what I did with a bunch of dahlias here) because they lift the spirits and the heart and everyone loves them…even the BC Crew love them tucked here and there.
I love how they gently almost softly scent the air and I think they just make for a warm and comfortable home…dotted around they layer up a perception of wellbeing…which is what I need and want…
And of course flowers, branches, single stems in jugs, vintage bottles, old Mason jars, vintage watering cans…they wrap you up in a home that feels loved…a welcoming sight when you fly through the door with bags of groceries after another endless round of kids' activities, picking up husbands from bus stops and well you know all that other stuff…
Anyway, these are flowers that I bought, I wanted white and I wanted to use the old watering can, I love that thing, I wondered if it might leak…it didn't…I had visions of me dreamily pottering around with the can and arranging the flowers whistling as I worked ;-) but what in fact happened is I bought the flowers on the way home from my morning walk, rushed in and then realised I was late for a school thing, so I ripped off the cello, grabbed the can, filled it with water, stuffed the flowers in and headed out the door, intending on coming back home to foof.
I wondered if when I got back the old vintage trunk may be swimming it water and I would be on clear-up duty but in fact as I walked in and viewed my handiwork there was no water seepage and more I kinda liked the rammed-in look and left it just like that.
The moral of this story is go get yourself a vintage watering can.
So long gals, I am off to iron clothes and pack my bags…and find my passport!
you can read about my garage sale watering can buying escapades with Mr BC here
**thanks for the Table Style entries, winner announced soon**