eclectica domestica 1

Sometimes I'll spot a little' vinaigrette', intentional or otherwise, around the house and it makes me feel good. The dumping spot on the sideboard had a few favourites last night. There was a little set of clay pippis bought at the Redcliffe gallery shop, a dollar-shop bird and one of my favourite Elk necklaces. It's pretty old and chewed from when Shorty teethed but I still love it. (Inspired by Julie a long time ago. If you have a moment look at her Samoan sea change blog. 'Tis lovely!)
This little bit of Wedgewood cost $5 last week end and has held these flowers for days. Does anyone know what the white ones are? They are quite lovely. I found them on a large shrub outside an empty house.
Shorty's bambi vase has made it onto the piano of destiny where all the Christmas table bambis were left to languish. She looks a bit of a poseur.
Shorty and I have also been after something like this for a while but they have been rather expensive on line. It's a perfect night light and changes colours as it glows up the room. Last week they turned up at good ol' Aldi for $5. I may have to get more for all the toddler friends' birthdays coming up.
Saurday, the entourage spent a bit of time making crowns at the art gallery too. This one turned up in the back of the car.
Here we have 'Creative Corner' where the Planet lamp sits pretty with Valdermort's wand. It's the only one we got from the set- so creepy and bone like. I may have to use it on the laundry some time. "Ex-laundry-amus!!!"

Finally, for today's eclectica and your viewing pleasure, there is the little bit of Clarice passed forward to me by MMMC at the Paddo meeting on Friday. She was not wearing it on her head as promised but is forgiven.

I love that it is crazed and a little bit wonky in shape. Can't imagine why.....

All's right with the world- almost...

The cousins all flew south yesterday and we eased back into normal life whatever that is. Of course there are always the comforting constants like the sun reflecting up off the water onto the ceiling of the room with no name. Back room, dining room (once), playroom, sunroom I think is best for now. I have always loved sitting in this room for a few minutes early in the morning with a cuppa before they all wake each other up.Then the other 'normal' started again. This time it was B2 that made an afternoon hospital visit. He split his lip at rugby and much blood was spilt into the grass of the park before he jammed a disposable nappy on his face and ran back to watch the outcome of the game. Seriously isn't it time for cricket yet? Lairy godmother over the road suggests we should have a special post called 'broken child of the week'. He did get to drink lots of smoothies.

Here's that recipe: One banana ice block, yoghurt, tinned peaches and milk. Bizang it with the stick blender and Bob's your uncle.
He stayed home and pretended to take fisher price phone calls from Flossy's friend, Harry. She hid and spied. You pull a sickie in this house and you entertain the toddler all day or back to school!
B1 used his time constructively last night before informing me at bedtime that he had homework. It seems he had super brain powers which could hypnotise the Big Fella into foolish dancing but not remind himself to do his maths.
Others followed the trail of foolishness, and there was much shuffling of feet and wriggling of hips.
Only green rubber could insulate the Big Fella's brain from the magnetic mind control waves emanating from Flash Gordon's alfoil skull cap.

I read Baby-Mac's post on scones. They are those good cheating scones made with lemonade. My mother was a 'liberated woman' (as liberated as you can be with 9 children). She didn't make scones or crochet but it was really because she just assumed she didn't have the 'innate' ability that she believed was necessary. Anyhoo, even she extols the virtues of the cheating scone. My darling mother who famously put Gravox in the chocolate pudding instead of cocoa, makes cracking scones with this recipe. (The pudding also tasted great. We were like my skinny kids and would eat anything with lashings of cream.)

The lairy godmother over the road swears by these too but suggests a hotter 200 degrees for a shorter time like 10 -12 minutes. She makes a true sponge that would just float away without the jam and cream to hold it down so she would know. Anyway they liked them- a lot.

Like Dad's brain waves and the number of credible times we can continue to turn up to the Children's Hospital, they were going...
Going...
Gone!