A new winter blanket

For those of you who know my mum, you know she’s pretty clever when it comes to art and craft. Because we grew up with it, we probably take a lot of wonderful things she does for granted.

When we were younger she would make ALL of our clothes(photos of us wearing these outfits are a whole other blogpost),she’d make clothes for our barbies and cabbage patch dolls, write us stories complete with illustrations and sometimes she would even get carried away and do our school assignments.

Even though we’re older now, she still loves doing things that she knows will make us smile.

And smile we did when after our wedding she gave us this beauty that she had secretly made from all of the mis-matched, fabric napkins left over from our wedding day.

It is the cosiest blanky I’ve ever slept under for so many reasons.

Oh yeah, we got hitched...

I thought it was about time I shared our wedding. It was such a lovely whirlwind. All of our special people in the one place at the same time.

I love going to weddings. There is just so much love. And when it’s all aimed at you, your heart almost explodes.

I have so many beautiful memories written down but I thought I’d share my two favorites (today) here.

The first was on the way to the ceremony. Dad drove the girls and I to the reserve in his landcruiser (have I mentioned what a classy lady I am? Well I am a very classy lady, settling for nothing less than the best wedding transport) Man was there some love in that car. In the lead up to our day, the south coast had the most rain it had ever had in the past 25 years and an hour or so before we were due to be married it stopped and the sun came out. It shone through the clouds to create the most magical light you can imagine. Owen had told me the day before that I had no need to worry about the weather because he had asked someone very special to look after it for us.  I shared this with Dad and the girls and there were last minute happy tears everywhere.

The second was at the end of the night.  After the reception at Owens parent’s house, everyone stayed in the same little house down at the beach with a few extras on the couch and a lot of partying into the night.

Owen and I stayed in the same house, upstairs. As soon as we closed the door behind us, I sat on the floor and he gently took all the pins out of my hair. It was our first moment of quiet, calm, happy silence as husband and wife and I just remember feeling so content there with him even though there were crazy parties going on down stairs.

So that’s that. Here are a few of our official wedding photos...

my little fam

my 'little' sister

soon after the lorikeet pooped on us

aren't they beautiful?

the ceremony at Bawley reserve... look at that light!

Rosie and her beautiful boys

did I say I cried a lot? I did.

a million paper hearts - thanks mumma

helo

my new little fam

back at the reception - Owen's nana, Shirley, Gesina and aunty Ju Ju

past Peterson and McTavish generations

 

my heart wanders

On Friday night we went to the launch of Pia Jane Bijkerk's book, 'my heart wanders'. If you haven't discovered her yet, there is so much to love about her blog. We love her to the power of a million. To give you a quick run-down she is an Australian interior stylist (amongst other things) who has returned to Sydney after following her heart to Paris and then to Amsterdam where she lived on a houseboat. Her blog and her book trace this journey via whimsical photos, interior styling arrangements and heartfelt words.

Tis true that we felt a connection with her before we went to the opening, hence why we made the effort to go when we are complete nobodies. I really didn't know what to expect as a lot of the "stylist" type people in Sydney are faux and I was hoping that I wouldn't be disapointed by her in the flesh. I wasn't. She was L.O.V.E.L.Y. The other thing that really stuck with me is that she seemed so normal, she was completely approachable. It was obvious she was nervous and I loved it because I felt the same way about meeting her. It gave me hope that if she can do it, so can I. So can anyone. Now I just have to figure out what "it" is. This is meant as the ultimate compliment because Pia is extremely talented and inspiring.

By the way, the book is just so beautiful. It is a treasure in itself. I have only savoured a few pages and I am holding back on devouring it because I don't want it to end.

I was taking Manu the dog for a walk today and saw this tree with blossoms on it. It reminded me of Pia...