COUNTRY NOTES: PUMPKINS AND THEIR ASSIDUOUS ATTENDANTS

Every year I grow pumpkins (squash).  My particular favourite is the Waltham Butternut cultivar.  These are smallish pumpkins and are excellent keepers over winter and into spring, if kept in a cool place where those stinking rats can’t get to them.  I like to get a good yield from my pumpkin patch and I achieve this… Continue reading COUNTRY NOTES: PUMPKINS AND THEIR ASSIDUOUS ATTENDANTS

PRESERVING CULTURE

One of my most vivid memories of early childhood was observing my family preserving tomatoes for use in their Northern Italian/Slovenian cuisine.  We always had an outing to vegetable producing farm to start with where we would pick a few boxes of tomatoes.  Hot and lengthy work outside down near the barbecue underneath the nectarine… Continue reading PRESERVING CULTURE

A BLUE LIFE MODIFIED

A BLUE LIFE MODIFIED My lifelong obsession with anything blue or turquoise continues.  When I was very small and too young to go to school, I used to accompany my mother as we took the bus into Geelong in order to go shopping.  We always went to see what was termed back then, “red Coles”.… Continue reading A BLUE LIFE MODIFIED

“A SMALL PIECE OF GLASS”

BEAD: “A small piece of glass, stone, or similar material that is threaded with others to make a necklace or rosary or sewn on to fabric” What I love about the meaning of words is their complete impassioned approach to the subject.  This definition of the term, “bead” fails to mention the currency value that… Continue reading “A SMALL PIECE OF GLASS”

EXHIBITIONS AND BUTCHER SHOPS OF OLD

I recently entered one of my beaded embroidery statement collars into an exhibition here in my home state of Victoria.  I decided to give exhibiting a go, rather than having my work sitting on a model’s bust in my work room.  My “bead embroidery” room is the centre of my universe these days and a… Continue reading EXHIBITIONS AND BUTCHER SHOPS OF OLD

SCONES AND ANCESTRAL MEMORIES

I had a container of buttermilk in the fridge which means “scones” in our household.  I think scones are an excellent and quick baking item that always brings pleasure at the tea table in these times when there is so much  over priced, pre-prepared foods and bakery items available in the big supermarkets.  A shame… Continue reading SCONES AND ANCESTRAL MEMORIES

“WAKING UP” FROM ANOTHER CREATIVE BLUR

I have come to a major self analysis revelation this year with regards to the centrality of colour, form and texture in my life.  I have emerged at the end of this month, wondering where my days have gone and  I am genuinely surprised that today is 28th September.  Where has the month gone?  I look at… Continue reading “WAKING UP” FROM ANOTHER CREATIVE BLUR