28 August 2012

Taswegia - still going!!

I had really hoped to get back to this sooner but this House of Chaos has been struck down with some viral bug which has made The Littles and their Mama very unwell. So finally I can get back to this with what is my favourite photo of the trip.

This gorgeous house which still has the original advertising painted down the entire side of the building. Just stunning.

15 August 2012

Taswegia | Part Two |

Let me tell you about Woodbridge.

It is small. Very cute and "Escape to the Country"esque yet small. However, it does have something which is worth stopping for.

That is the local shop which is part tiny supermarket, part museum and part lolly shop. Yes, you read it correctly -  a lolly shop. For sweet tooth's like me, this could be dangerous. I prided myself on showing restraint and holding onto my camera tightly instead of rifling through my purse for loose change.

Looks innocent enough. I mean, the Mayor appears to be up to something, according to the paper. However this shop looks quiet and unassuming.

So I see they have a few different flavours and types here for sale. Nice little variety. Oh wait, is this just a teaser to the rest of it?

Behold!! The Aladdin's Cave of sugary evil. Diabetic coma, anyone?

After you have eaten so much sugar that you are now at the point where you have forgotten your own name, and your tongue is pulsating to its own little rave, you can attempt to crawl into these comfy little huts. However this may require the ability to shrink. This would be quite amusing for others, who have not partaken in tripping the candy fantastic, to watch and I suspect they may do something more sane with these, like use them as bird houses.

I personally cannot stand the taste of Aniseed but I did take a photo of this for The Husband who was stuck back in our home state looking after The Littles. I suppose I should have bought him some but I have promised him that when we move down, I will show him how to get to the shop to buy his own. That is the kind of person I am; kind and generous to a fault.

10 August 2012

Taswegia | Part One |

This defines serendipitous to me.

I became friends with a wonderful woman, who I met through our connection as being crazed stunt birthers in our spare time. Well, not "stunt" but we are both homebirthers. I previously waxed lyrical about how I am member of Kestrel Fan Club and my sadness at her departure from this area. She has since moved back to her beloved Hobart and guess where the Homebirth Australia conference was to be held?


I eagerly flew down to start my week with the Recruitment Officer for Come Live in Tasmania. I was also speaking at this years conference was so a little nervous and was eager to get that part over and done with. Unlike last years conference, I only took one photo and this was of the ceiling in the Baha'i Centre.

 Here are a couple of shots which I took on my iPhone as I had left the camera at the house for the day.

The gorgeous and impressive Mount Wellington with her fantastic organ pipes on display. She is this ominous presence which looms over Hobart like an ancient guardian. I felt myself checking her out every morning as we drove down the hill to see what she looked like. Some mornings, she was decorated by a fluffy grey hat. A couple of times, she was delicately draped in white. I can definitely understand the magnetic type pull that she has on people.

The next day we then made our way out to gorgeous little town called Kettering, where the children attend Eurythmy classes. This was the site that greeted me. I swoon over cottage gardens and I swear this one was out to impress. How could I not record such beauty?

On the way back, we stopped so the children could check out one of the local shops. Luckily, the camera was in the car this time and I can't wait to show you what was inside. But it will have to wait until the next time I post.

6 August 2012

Moving - forwards, onward and upwards

The last two weeks in July buzzed by like a blur. We have successfully moved from one house to another. It was a frantic time for all involved, and The Littles really did struggle with the uncertainty and boredom which comes from being left to conjure up their own fun while the parents tried to get everything done.

Keys returned. Farewells done. We bid our former home goodbye which had more bad points about it than good. Farewell tiled floor which was cold and an acoustic nightmare. Farewell mold which would regularly return like an unwelcome visitor.

There were tinges of sadness as well. This was the house that Squeak was born in. I had plans of taking a photo with Squeak standing on the very spot entered this world. She wasn't interested in doing this. In fact, she refused to set foot in the door and would scream if I attempted to coax her into the house. A very interesting moment which I did not expect to to happen.

We also had to say goodbye to our beloved chickens. We all cried when they were taken away by their new owners. I will always have a soft spot my chookies.

 Our new home is just lovely. It is an Art Deco home with a fireplace and lovely original features. There are still some unpacking to do, as it was not long after we moved that I jetted down to Hobart for Homebirth Australia Conference. The next few posts I will talk about the beautiful area's surrounding Hobart so stayed tuned (yes I know, teasing!). A chapter of our lives has closed and now a new one is beginning.

Want to see some photos? I had to use for phone for these as my poor camera was packed away in a box somewhere, probably feeling rather disgruntled that I chose an iPhone over the superior loveliness of my DSLR. I made it up to to her by taking her to Hobart with me.

That is the light in my kitchen. It has a swoon factor of 10!

There are three sets of these gorgeous double doors in the house.

There is nothing more cozy than hearing the crackle of the fire, feeling the warmth on your face and watching the soft glow that is thrown across the room.

A designated feature area for all my colourful plates and mugs! Practical yet snazzy. Oh and look at that delicious subway tile. Drool!!

I will stop here for now as too much gorgeous can be hazardous. Til next time!