25 Feb 2013
As the cool air is starting to slowly lace its way through our everyday we are spending longer outside in the morning. The Summer sun has lost some of its sting making way for the most vivid of blue skies and longer periods of gentle shade. The grass is often damp and clusters of mushrooms can be found dotted about here and there. The colours and varieties fascinate us and ever we concoct stories of gossamer winged friends snoozing beneath them, tiny wooden fifes laying idle in their laps. There is a stillness about these mornings; a certain peace.
My knitting needles have a new found vigour and my basket has become a constant addition to the lounge room. It overflows with muted shades of earth, rust and slate. I while away slow days not only with gentle and rhythmic click clacking but much mulling over yarns and patterns. I have my eye on a drapey shrug for myself in a nubbly ecru, an earthy wooden buttoned vest for my littlest man and perhaps a charcoal head warmer for my beloved to keep him toasty on our ramblings. A Parisian inspired cardigan is already well on it's way for my blue eyed girl.
Vintage patterns have been sourced and op shops have been scoured. A rattan basket full of ginormous 60s frocks waits for transformation and a new butter soft leather bag now hangs in my cupboard. An ombre scarf project is filling my daydreams and perhaps some tangerine clogs. Oh my! I am holding true to my yearning to craft a beautiful Winter wardrobe with vintage finds and things created with my own hands or that of others. I am avoiding the flurescent lure of the department store.
The last of the stone fruit is being cajoled into jewel toned compotes for now and to freeze for later as we make room for dusky pears and crisp, juicy apples. I have a strong desire to perfect my Tarte Tatin this Autumn. We have pulled the pasta maker out from the back of the cupboard and my bread making journey is being guided by this fabulous companion.
I adore standing on the edge of a new season peering over into it's beauty. The planning, the anticipation, the revival of senses and soul. I feel the change in the air and I am eagerly breathing it in.
Are you heralding the change in season? What are you plans?
We made more robust homes for our fairy friends using air dry clay. A ball was moulded into the mushroom cap and a sausage shape was tapered to become the stalk. Although we stuck these together before they dried some of them needed a little extra help to stick with the hot glue gun. We chose earthy tones and whiled away a slow morning painting them with spots and swirls. After they had dried our little clay mushrooms were given two coats of a spray varnish to seal them from the weather. My honey girl is convinced she has seen a little fluttery lady emerge from underneath one of them in our vegie garden.