Good, Good Things

A four leaf clover I found on the walk home from school today - I am planning on pressing it between the pages of a library book, so that someone else may find it by chance.

The Australian Ceramics Open Studio program runs this weekend (15 & 16th August 2015). Potters all over Australia are opening their workshop doors and inviting the public in to see them at work, join in workshops or buy handmade table and home wares. I love ceramics and pottery, and am slowly replacing my mass produced store brought kitchen and table ware with beautiful handmade pieces! I am hoping to visit Rachel and Stephanie in Clayfield. 

A wonderful read for expectant Mothers, new Mothers and even Grandmothers - The Kindred Collective has released their first e-magazine with the theme of Birth. A beautiful and moving collection of pieces written by writers you will recognise. If there are two things I love, it is hearing others birth stories and talking about my own. Find a comfy chair, a patch of sun, a cup of tea and perhaps some tissues, then settle in to read these heart felt words. (A percentage of the profits go to the Hamlin Fistula Hospital.)

A scrap book of images of Composition books owned by famous artists. I write in Composition books on a daily basis - I write my Morning Notes in them and I have another one for jotting down ideas for photo shoots, collections, market displays etc. (I buy mine here.) They are cheap, classic, lined journals without that pressure you can feel when putting pen to paper in a 'nice' journal. 

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"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013." Che and Fidel.

 

Cohen: He found his first four leaf clover.

Emerson: Inspecting pretty weeds.

 

Cohen and I both found a four leaf clover this week. I could hardly believe it. Having never found one, the thought of finding two in one day would have seemed completely unlikely. And yet, so it was.

 

A rainy morning had given way to a sunny afternoon. Cohen scooted up and down the concrete footpath. I followed Emerson as she tottered after him, or explored the yard. I stopped to pick a large clover. Intrigued, Cohen questioned me, as four year olds do. I was reminded of childhood days spent looking for four leaf clovers. He abandoned his scooter to join the search, though his enthusiasm was short lived. Emerson and I followed his scooter up the street again. At the next house, just by the letter box, something caught my eye. Standing a little prouder than the rest - my first four leaf clover.

 

What a wonderful feeling it is to find such a rare little weed. My childhood self would have been exceptionally happy, and my thirty one year old self wasn't too far behind. Cohen's eyes grew wide and he declared that he wanted my four leaf clover. Protectively, I suggested he might like to find his own. I was already imaging pressing it between the pages of book. Then, sitting on our drive way, intent upon the task, he did.

 

Now two four leaf clovers are drying inside the pages of books in our home.

 

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Two of my favourite portraits from last week - a sweet little face inside a dot, chevrons, spots, stripes and beautiful eyes.