Tuesday, March 25, 2014

wreaths of watercolour

One trip to CNA and I am a wannabe artist, I absolutely love drawing and painting these wreaths, the first one I attempted was a copied wreath I found on Pinterest (not pictured here), not one for copying other peoples work I decided to start practicing and creating my own wreaths, now I have only done three so this post seems rather silly, but I'm a little bit in love with the idea of filling the entire book...



Last month I won a competition over on The Sun House Blog and got an illustration of Mila done by a brilliant artist by the name of Suzani van der Merwe, check out more of her stuff here.

Now I just need to find a place on my wall for this bugger :)

Isn't it beautiful...


Friday, March 14, 2014

rain causes such problems

So since moving into my new cottage two weeks ago it has rained pretty much non stop, which eventually led to a big chunk of ceiling falling into my lounge, so I have a bucket and an annoying drip to deal with, but this is not what I am worried about, no, I can handle holes in the ceiling, what I can't handle is parktown prawns popping in for a cup of tea every night.

I have removed 6 of them in the last week, whilst most have been fairly smaller ones, last night I was dealing with a guy who was closer to the 10cm mark and playing hopscotch in my lounge. 

Now after reading horror stories about these creatures and living with my mother for most of my life I realise I am pretty calm when having to deal with them. My mother sounds like a drunk ambulance when she comes across a parktown prawn, her breathing goes out of whack and she has a mild panic attack . There have been many occasions when the prawn has trapped her out the house and just sat at the front door waiting for an invitation like a maltese poodle waiting for a lap to jump on.

The one time, however, I was forced into the prawn-removing task, why? because a few nights before I had a moment of bravery as the cat played with one on the pillow next to me and I somehow managed to get it outside underneath a bin, but then just left the bin on top of it because I couldn't handle it anymore. My biggest mistake was telling my mom about this because now she thinks I have a future in prawn pest control. Anyway I hear a blood curdling scream for my help and I run down stairs to find my mother and brother balancing themselves on a toilet seat whilst clutching eachothers eyeballs as if there was a way they could somehow un-see the creature in front them. 

I got my trusty bin and hopped on my moms bed for some extra height protection and prepared myself to quickly put the bin over it, as I was about to do this my mother let out a yelp so loud that it ruined my prawn-zen and I threw the bin on it like a wild child which caused the bin to break and the prawn to jump up to my eye level, there was a slow motion moment when the prawn and I looked at eachother in complete disgust and just like that he was back on the floor and scurrying under the bed. That was me done, no more thanks, good luck sleeping mother. We never found him ever again.

Just to clear myself from guilt while we are on the subject, I feel I need to own up to something...one night I was about to go to bed when I saw a prawn scurrying across the lounge floor, so I picked up my brothers cricket bat and whacked it flat underneath, but I didnt bother to pick it up or look underneath, I just left it, my heart had taken enough stress. Sorry mom, I never found out who ended up dealing with that, perhaps the prawn casually lifted it off him as I ran away and played a round of cricket with his friends before making his way back to the garden. Buggers.

The difference between having a phobia and generally disliking things is easy to distinguish. For instance when I see a spider I get chills all over my body and feel like throwing up, the very thought of it makes my skin crawl, but when I see a parktown prawn its a very different feeling, yes I'm freaked out and yes they can jump, but it takes me about a minute to reach for a container, whack it over them, find a magazine, slip it under the container, and take the prawn for a nice stroll down the road to the neighbours drain, throwing my arms away from me with such force it sends the prawn flying through the air towards his new drainy home. Done. Dusted. 

But a small spider appears on my wall and I am cry-shouting at someone to help me get to safety, I stand about 10 meters away making sure not to lose sight of it in case it decides to do the horror of all horrors....disappear.

Can I just live in the sky please?


Monday, March 3, 2014

cheesy day

So it was Valentines day like 3 weeks ago and of course I have forgotten to post this, can I blame my scatterbrained mind?


Cheesy Day - Lets face it, people either hate it or love it. My facebook feed generally shows two types of people.

1. "look what I got from my valentine, I feel so special, smoochy smoochy smoochy"


2. "Valentines day is a money making scheme with no sincerity attached to it, vomit vomit vomit" - (generally most males or a "I-am-one-of-the-boys" female)

Me? I love it, why wouldn't I love it, I got (attempted) breakfast in bed, extra kisses, a fluffy freakin' gown and a boyfriend who was actually awake before I had to leave for work. Yes everyday should be special and you should show your love spontaneously, but whats the harm in having a day put a side for all of the above.  

Now I am not one for red roses, a big heart drawn on a card and a dinner for two, I like the quality time spent with the one you love, not in a restaurant filled with couples basically sitting on top of you because the restaurant has added 10 extra tables just for Valentines day, no no, thats just stressful and far from romantic, the whole thing is just too cliche. I am lucky I have a boyfriend who knows me more than anyone and knows exactly what I like, and heres hoping he feels sort of the same about me (fingers crossed).


I got him smoked jalepenos and labels for all his hot sauces. 

 Why the "follow around the house card?", well I do this thing where I tend to follow Justin around the house when I'm bored, most of the time I don't realise I'm doing it until I end up walking into bathroom with him. Oops.

Now that I have filled an entire post full of mush, I think its time I find my bugger and give him a kiss on the cheek for all that he does for me, every day!


Sunday, March 2, 2014

moving house

Moving is hectic. Like really hectic, and the weekend I had to move, Justin was recording in studio, I think I have found about 10 new muscles in my arms and back! 

I won't share pictures just yet, and when I do please ignore the blurry phone pictures, I was far too tired to get my camera, I'll make sure once I am done I'll take proper photographs :)

The place I have moved into is a little cottage with a farmhouse feel, "farmhouse feel" basically means its full of spiders, wasp covered nests, the roof is drooping, the gates to the entrance look rundown, the garden is not a garden, its a black-jacked jungle that only Mila can get to,  it has a dirty fireplace and is in need of a major clean. But after a good clean and moving the entire weekend I have made it look rustically cute, I think those are the best words to use. The fireplace is awesome, the little old land lady is amazing and the area is better than I could have asked for. 

Its all about location, the houses around this disheveled property are magnificent and extremely well kept, get some major DIY done and you are sitting on some prime property right there. There is a little gate to the Parkview golf course about 50 metres from my door and after paying an annual fee you get a key for the gate and you can walk your dogs there after 5pm, awesome! 

I need to say a huge thank you to my mother for helping me get settled. She gave me cutlery, dishes, glasses and furniture, most of which has never been used but had been sitting in the cupboard for 29 years (I wish I was kidding), she then cleaned them all for me, told me where she thinks the furniture looks good and gave me her fridge. 

She got rid of the spiders, when I first got there I got rid of three and I couldn't take anymore anxiety and had to stop. She somehow klapped a wasps nest with a broom and killed them all in about 5 seconds while the land lady and I hid around the corner. She thinks I am such a girl when it comes to spiders but put a parktown prawn in front of her and she is half screaming, half crying and making up new swear words. 

Mom, you are a legend, thank you for the help!

Once this little place gets comfortable I'll be able to confidently invite people over, hey I've even have wine ;)


*when I say spiders I mean daddy long legs,  but big ones I swear, I feel like I need to put that out there because most people don't consider them as spiders, guys they ARE spiders, they have the creepy legs that are so long and their creepy pea bodies and the way their legs freak out if you try move them... I can't even talk about this anymore...