Wednesday, July 27, 2011

A Little Op Shop Haul

Having been over to Saving For Travel and reading about her charity shop hauls, I figured it was about time that a) I post something and b) share some of my little second hand finds. The first is my gorgeous set of Daffodil yellow plates and bowls. I LOVE this setting! It is my little piece of summer in the midst of winter.

Next is my little pudding bowls. I adore bowls for eating from, serving from, cooking in or even just putting little treasures. A bowl begs to receive, whether that be nourishment, gifts, love or respect. The humble curves protect precious cargo. Bowls exist to be filled.

My next few finds reveal my shoe fetish, in particular for heels. These purple velvet pointies are lethal and tacky in extremis with their golden cobweb heels. Still, I love them!

The next is a puddle of glam. A lovely beaded sequinned evening purse for the outrageous sum of one dollar. The silver cuff is is peppered with amethyst stones and is quite unlike any other piece of jewellery that I own. Still, I am prepared to live on the edge, a little.

Heels, heels and more heels. The yellow pair were a complete impulse buy. The yellow dinner setting set me off on a tangent of sunshine and these shoes were sitting in an op shop begging to be I did. The pink shoes are simply divine. My kind of prettiness that teams up so well with denim. The grey high heels were another surprise find. I don´t often find shoes in my hoofsize, so when I find them, if I like them, I buy them.

...and one of Rubin, just because he is a big spunk!

Thursday, July 21, 2011


Yes, I am back in the saddle on my pony and loving it simply because I have a new saddle that both of us love. I have a beautiful KN Symphonie Dressage Saddle that I comfy, the leather is beautiful it looks an absolute treat on any horse. However Cash decided that despite a few professional fittings that he was not going to have a bar of it. Out came the treeless saddle. He loves it. I hate it. It was further exacerbating my almost constant back pain. I didn´t ride. He went biggie. I was faced with retiring him.

Then our chiro vet assessed Cash, recommended popping him in hoof boots and getting out there and riding him. My lower back groaned at the thought. I used every excuse under the sun NOT to ride Cash. (It is really all the treeless saddles fault!)

Then I got trapped at work by the rally organiser who railroaded me into joining the Standardbred Riding Group which meant that I would have to get in the saddle again. Which I did and hated it.

I attended riding group with my lovely steed and we both had a blast.

Then my riding instructor, who hates the treeless saddle as much as I do, tried her saddle on Cash and lo and behold it fitted and he was a very happy camper.

Then I happened across one of these saddles second hand, had a riding lesson in it....and I fell in love with horse riding all over again. While I began the riding lesson with spasming lower back pain, I ended the lesson pain free. I am STILL pain free. This saddle may just save me spending money on specialists that I pay to keep me upright and walking. It has already saved me $65 this week alone.


What a saddle.

Sunday, July 3, 2011

My Little Camera at the ¨Dome¨

Of course, not in my hands, but the hands of one of HH´s workmates.

Not bad for a point and shoot.

HH is a diehard Western Bulldogs fan. He has held the same seats through three name changes of the venue and twelve years. He has seen the same supporters grow older, grow wiser, learn about the game and go through weird piercings and now bringing their children to the game. There are new babies, new walking aids, new hearing aids, new partners, and new supporters. Grey hair, pink hair, freshly bobbed hair and no hair. I could have added no teeth to the list, but that would have been more indicative of a Collingwood supporter profile.

As Australian Rules Football is a winter sport, these are our crappy weather friends.

As a collective we cry....¨Doggie! Doggie! Doggie! WOOF WOOF WOOF!¨

I don´t think this will be the year of the Dog, but our support will never wane.

C´arn the Dogs.

All Quiet on the Posting Front.

I have been a slave to work.

Cash and I had a riding lesson on Thursday.

The garden is overgrown with weeds and things that are self seeding.

It is raining.

I am scared to turn my mobile phone on in case work needs me.

HH is baking muffins.

I had a glass of my favourite red wine last night...and I didn´t even really enjoy it.

There is a funk and Daffodil is firmly entrenched in it.

Give me my blankie, I am mid-sooky.