These boots.
This antique chair
This wallpaper
This sofa
These boots.
This antique chair
This wallpaper
This sofa
Everybody has their 'happy place', that place in the Mind Palace that they can retreat into when real life is a bit too frantic, or ugly, or both.
The happy place is usually perfect; it might be what we strive for and where we consider contentment truly lies, or simply somewhere beautiful to daydream in before we are pulled back to reality, back from our holiday within ourselves. It might be our past, or perhaps what we want in our future.
Here is my happy place: tread carefully, please.
I needed that. Now. Back to real life...
Can there be a more beautiful and delicious sight than that of good quality yarn in a well made hank? No, there cannot, I am sorry but you are wrong. Yarn in a hank is MUCH more beautiful than watching your babes sleep, or looking at free chocolate.
There can be no greater relaxation than knitting. It just zones me out.
But one thing I HATE WITH A PASSION??! It would be winding that beautiful damn hank of yarn into a ball before I can knit it. Hate hate hate that. Why? Because it involves outstretched legs that get stamped on by my children, bound feet which are prime tickling targets, and tired hands; and such an inner rage blows out of proportion as I waste a good 20 minutes getting the yarn into a workable form. Irritable? Yeah.
So imagine my delight last year when I find a vintage wool winder for sale!!
I was stupidly excited - something old, pretty and really really useful? Score! But although my tired hands were now free from pain, I still had the outstretched leg torture and it was starting to grate on my nerves a little. It was starting to impact on yarn buying as I just couldn't face the winding debacle. I know!! Terrible!
I knew I needed one of these and just look how happy hers made her. And so patiently I kept waiting to find one in one of my thrifty treasure hunts.
It never happened.
So like all good crafters I bought one from China. Problem solved.
Can there be anything more beautiful than a hank of yarn? Yes. There can. And that's a cake of yarn make in less than a minute.
And the good thing is that I can now resume yarn buying ....(and that might the moral of this tale)
Whether or not you score, the thrill of the thrift chase can be so invigorating - better than a day at the spa...
Illness has stopped play in this little house; kids and Mama under the weather, but brightening our day? Well, a little love from the mailman. He rushes sweetness from the other side of the Atlantic to me as fast as he can (be bothered). Observe:
....I'd have a beach house like this one....
Found at Apartment Therapy New York
For more pictures of Studiomama's amazing beach house, go here.
Inspiring. Or more money than sense. You decide. I'm sitting on the fence between green with envy and jaw dropping awe, and working class ridicule....
Note to self :: stop buying stuff. Stop going to Etsy. Just. STOP. Currently drooling over this little lot ...
I have admired and been inspired by Jenn Ski for a long while now. She captures the retro modern thing spot on and makes it all look so easy. The kind of artist who makes you want to step up to the plate and give it up all at the same time. Just too good. I drool over her Etsy store every so often, umming and ahhing; I think soon, so very soon, these prints will have to come and live with me insha'allah.
I like this colourway a lot... but maybe the irony would be lost on my lot....
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