Ms Super Pops...

Curly Pops has set a challenge to create a Super Pops character. Last night the paint came out and I worked away at on the coffee table. I have nearly finished my entry into the competition. Here is a hint of what I am working on.

Are you going to join in?

Blogtoberfest.

A favourite...

COMMA

- Martin Johnston

silence being plural, last and

best communion, bread

marble / dry drinking

some ledges' silence, gasping

upon starred and oily water, dark enamel birds

dropping acanthus / houses

are eggshells / what we might have said now

silence

because of water

0r where dead flagons go

where morning

creeps from to meet us crawling out of night

cheap carpets littered with used music

that wove burgundy pleiades through smoke

in a different room

bus stops where another and another

night's needle split its pomegranate sun /

a raindrop hanging on a ladder

brighter than words or wine

because a comma can't be spoken

I present you silence

a million translucent cigarettes

someone's sweet smelling tree with moons among its branches

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I fell in love with this poem as a teenager. I still don't understand all it's meaning, but I like to think it's like trying to describe a dream.

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A room full...

I remember when I surprised Dave with the painted spare room. He came home from work to find me giddy with excitement and all but dragging him from the front door to the first of the spare bedroom doors. I stood in front of the door, smiling, nervous, eager to show Dave my days work as he waited bewildered.

While running errands that day I'd picked up some paint and keeping it to myself when my husband called, I covered the room in coats of deep robins egg. Painted birds on branches perched on the walls and sat atop doors, transforming the space to me from spare room to nursery.

Success. Dave was duly impressed.

The room waited, painted and empty. Once I fell pregnant all sorts of nursery objects began to slowly move in. A rocking chair, a cot, a change table, baby clothes, nappy bin...

I remember when I was pregnant, I would sit in the room and day dream about the arrival of the baby. I would clean and rearrange. Things have been added, things have been grown out of and things have changed. My father gave me the apricot crate that sits on his set of drawers, home now to books and toys. Those drawers were ours as children. That print we sent home from Amsterdam. Those curtains made by my Mum. Parts of myself and my family for my baby. A room full of love and meaning.

Blogtoberfest.

Day tripper...

A beautiful morning, a rainy day, a long-ish drive.

The lighthouse in Byron Bay, the Julian rocks and a walk along the beach in Kingscliff.

What did you do today?

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Blogtober.

Golidlocks and the three bears...

Once upon a time there were three bears, papa bear, mama bear and baby bear...

They lived in a big cardboard book-house eating their porridge and sleeping in their beds...

Until along came a giant, who picked them up...

and tried to eat them!

Luckily the bears tasted like furry porridge...

and the giant found something else to eat...

He turned his heals and left the bears alone...

The bears eventually found their way back to their home and lived happily ever after.

The end.

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Blogtoberfest.

My Creative Space...

I have several people to blame for my first attempt at knitting a dish cloth. Firstly, dear Christie, who has been knitting up a fabulous jumper for her gorgeous little girl, which has encouraged me to think that perhaps I too could knit. Secondly, the lovely Rhonda, for leading by example and having some lovely cloths in progress on her needles and linking to her favourite pattern. Finally, the talented Deb, who supplies said pattern on her blog and makes her cloths look so good.

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Oh my... what was I thinking? I can't really knit. I always make little attempts at it and only get as far as scarves. So I thought a dish cloth might be a good little project...

I mean, don't their dish cloths look lovely? Perfect gifts, aren't they?

While my dish cloth... well... bit of a mess really, artfully photographed (ha, ha) to conceal some of the mistakes.

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What's in your creative space?

There's more over here...

Domestic...

Home made bread and cinnamon bun on the cooling rack.

Now to make the icing for the bun and hang out the clothes...

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Thanks again for your concerns about the baby and I.

We are almost recovered. There just seems to be a new baby tooth trying to cause trouble.

Hope you are all well and your teeth are behaving.

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