Accepting you are home

I first moved to the town where we live when I was about 14.

Before that I’d lived in Melbourne until I was 10 and had moved to a tiny place outside Albury & Wodonga called Bethanga.

Before that first interstate move I had not wanted to go, but then I fell hard for Bethanga. Not hard to do when you get your own horse, hand rear a lamb, watch tree frogs climb your windows and eagles nest on the next hill. It was the only place that had ever really felt like home. Even for years after I was pulled away from it. My mum and her husband separated and in the same year my brother died which meant my mother decided to run back to Melbourne. I bounced between Melbourne and Albury for a few months never fitting where I was, before my mother decided to move here.

I was so angry when the place she had described so lovingly showed itself to be the absolute opposite of all her descriptions. It was wet and cold, empty dormant vines looking like death lining so many of the roads. I hated it so passionately that even when the weather turned, the sun shone and everything grew again I really couldn’t see the joy she had in it. So I continued my bounce between parents homes ran away to Canberra with a completely mismatched boy, returned
pregnant with my first and here I remained for 11 years with the itchy feet of someone who never quite belongs.

Then came my spectacularly bitter divorce, which freed me to run away to the sunshine coast with the kids. But after a little over a month of being unable to find a home and in danger of having to live out of the car I gave in and came back. My only regret of the experience was that I had quit a very good job when I left and couldn’t change that.

Mr. Wolff and I got together sometime after the return and following a legal tussle to be allowed to leave we moved to Tasmania. After about 4 months of bitter cold and complications we packed up again and headed for Adelaide. The next almost four years were spent with me working full time while Mr. Wolff worked towards a law degree.

Part way through it all I knew I’d had enough, try as I might to escape this place, to reject it for all it’s small town frustrations this so called city was calling me back because somehow it was home. I didn’t want it and it showed no signs of needing me but still it called to me, some sort of slow living siren song. This place that is perpetually covered in red dust, that doesn’t so much move as amble has snared me try as I might to resist.

So here I am now back for almost a year, in our own forever home. Just a little bit of me wonders how it happened, when I always had one eye on the road ready to move on to better things. But the rest of me is filled with a quiet contentment. Which only grows stronger as the almonds blossom where they guard the vines just minutes away from bursting into luminous green buds. Even when the sky fills with red and the winds howl with dust that contentment is there warming the pit of my stomach.

Somehow this place is home and slowly I grow to accept that and love it.

But I’m not saying that I wouldn’t be happy to have a beach house to spend some of the year in.

Accepting you are home

I first moved to the town where we live when I was about 14.
Before that I’d lived in Melbourne until I was 10 and had moved to a tiny place outside Albury & Wodonga called Bethanga.

Before that first interstate move I had not wanted to go, but then I fell hard for Bethanga. Not hard to do when you get your own horse, hand rear a lamb, watch tree frogs climb your windows and eagles nest on the next hill. It was the only place that had ever really felt like home. Even for years after I was pulled away from it. My mum and her husband separated and in the same year my brother died which meant my mother decided to run back to Melbourne. I bounced between Melbourne and Albury for a few months never fitting where I was, before my mother decided to move here.

I was so angry when the place she had described so lovingly showed itself to be the absolute opposite of all her descriptions. It was wet and cold, empty dormant vines looking like death lining so many of the roads. I hated it so passionately that even when the weather turned, the sun shone and everything grew again I really couldn’t see the joy she had in it. So I continued my bounce between parents homes ran away to Canberra with a completely mismatched boy, returned
pregnant with my first and here I remained for 11 years with the itchy feet of someone who never quite belongs.

Then came my spectacularly bitter divorce, which freed me to run away to the sunshine coast with the kids. But after a little over a month of being unable to find a home and in danger of having to live out of the car I gave in and came back. My only regret of the experience was that I had quit a very good job when I left and couldn’t change that.

Tyler and I got together sometime after the return and following a legal tussle to be allowed to leave we moved to Tasmania. After about 4 months of bitter cold and complications we packed up again and headed for Adelaide. The next almost four years were spent with me working full time while Tyler worked towards a law degree.

Part way through it all I knew I’d had enough, try as I might to escape this place, to reject it for all it’s small town frustrations this so called city was calling me back because somehow it was home. I didn’t want it and it showed no signs of needing me but still it called to me, some sort of slow living siren song. This place that is perpetually covered in red dust, that doesn’t so much move as amble has snared me try as I might to resist.

So here I am now back for almost a year, in our own forever home. Just a little bit of me wonders how it happened, when I always had one eye on the road ready to move on to better things. But the rest of me is filled with a quiet contentment. Which only grows stronger as the almonds blossom where they guard the vines just minutes away from bursting into luminous green buds. Even when the sky fills with red and the winds howl with dust that contentment is there warming the pit of my stomach.

Somehow this place is home and slowly I grow to accept that and love it.

But I’m not saying that I wouldn’t be happy to have a beach house to spend some of the year in.

One complete corner

I’m slowly fleshing out this house, plumping and preening to make it a home. I resisted placing things on our walls for a while because we are going to replaster in some rooms and repair and repaint in all. But the need to be organised drove me to first hang a guitar in the lounge and then to hang another next to it. Which then made me move the chair between and then there were little gaps to fill, so to the right I begged my Nan’s nesting tables from my mum. To the left stayed Evie’s guitar so she could still reach it to strum away. A trip to Target resulted in a beautiful patterned cushion (on sale of course) to stave off the desire to recover Ronnie* the chair. But it still hadn’t quite pulled together for me. Then I found a gorgeous print on Fieldguided.

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The silvery moon hid and the golden sun appeared

It arrived with a gorgeous hand written note, which never fails to impress me when buying things.

I decided to put the print in a square frame to better fit the space it was going, I think it worked out perfectly.

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But I still think I’m going to recover the chair, charcoal velvet maybe? Don’t even get me started on the desire to be rid of our so called carpet.

*the chair was an eBay find which still has its tag stating that it’s ‘The Ronnie versatile lounge recliner, made in Melbourne’. Which I think is kind of nifty.

One complete corner

I’m slowly fleshing out this house, plumping and preening to make it a
home. I resisted placing things on our walls for a while because we are
going to replaster in some rooms and repair and repaint in all. But the
need to be organised drove me to first hang a guitar in the lounge and
then to hang another next to it. Which then made me move the chair
between and then there were little gaps to fill, so to the right I
begged my Nan’s nesting tables from my mum. To the left stayed Eve’s
guitar so she could still reach it to strum away. A trip to Target
resulted in a beautiful patterned cushion (on sale of course) to stave
off the desire to recover Ronnie* the chair. But it still hadn’t quite
pulled together for me. Then I found a gorgeous print on Fieldguided.

The silvery moon hid and the golden sun appeared

It arrived with a gorgeous hand written note, which never fails to impress me when buying things.

I decided to put the print in a square frame to better fit the space it was going, I think it worked out perfectly.

But I still think I’m going to recover the chair, charcoal velvet maybe? Don’t even get me started on the desire to be rid of our so called carpet.

*the chair was an eBay find which still has its tag stating that it’s ‘The Ronnie versatile lounge recliner, made in Melbourne’. Which I think is kind of nifty.

My $25 “new” bed

Partly motivated by the need to rearrange my house after Thursdays’ bad feeling lingered in my house I finally finished making my new bed.

I’d LOVE to upgrade our bed to a king sized bed but with current budget issues that’s just not a true priority. In the meantime I was stuck with a perfectly nice and functional brown leather bed. In the right house it’s perfectly lovely, but in this house with its disgusting brown carpet, timber windows, doors and picture rails it was just too much brown. It also wasn’t visually soft or inviting in the way I think a bed should be.

With a pretty non existent budget I did think I was going to be stuck with it all the same. Fortunately Lincraft has some pretty awesome markdowns on fabric here and I was able to score some dove grey fabric with a beautiful woven texture. Actually it’s the same fabric that I used to make a relaxed roman blind for the lounge, so obviously I like it enough to keep using it and am quite happy to admit a fair portion of that like can be attributed to the $4.95 a metre price tag.

To work out how much fabric I would need I measured the head, foot and sides of the bed and drew a very rough pattern plan.

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Then purchased my fabric and left it to sit for approximately four weeks, this is a very important step if you are a procrastinator.

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Motivated eventually I then laid out the fabric and measured and cut to the plan made earlier and of course sewed the head and foot covers to essentially form a slip cover for each end.

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I then simply* slipped the covers over and secured underneath using a staple gun. For the sides I didn’t sew at all I just wrapped the fabric around and stapled.

Here’s before

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And here’s after

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Bonus shot with Eve helping by being in the shot.

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* simply meaning dodging an over interested bouncy toddler who wants to climb on you and the bed pieces while you are trying to wield a staple gun. So straightforward in theory frustratingly slow in practice.

My $25 “new” bed

Partly motivated by the need to rearrange my house after Thursdays’ bad feeling lingered in my house I finally finished making my new bed.
I’d LOVE to upgrade our bed to a king sized bed but with current budget issues that’s just not a true priority. In the meantime I was stuck with a perfectly nice and functional brown leather bed. In the right house it’s perfectly lovely, but in this house with its disgusting brown carpet, timber windows, doors and picture rails it was just too much brown. It also wasn’t visually soft or inviting in the way I think a bed should be.

With a pretty non existent budget I did think I was going to be stuck with it all the same. Fortunately Lincraft has some pretty awesome markdowns on fabric here and I was able to score some dove grey fabric with a beautiful woven texture. Actually it’s the same fabric that I used to make a relaxed roman blind for the lounge, so obviously I like it enough to keep using it and am quite happy to admit a fair portion of that like can be attributed to the $4.95 a metre price tag.

To work out how much fabric I would need I measured the head, foot and sides of the bed and drew a very rough pattern plan.

Then purchased my fabric and left it to sit for approximately four weeks, this is a very important step if you are a procrastinator.

Motivated eventually I then laid out the fabric and measured and cut to the plan made earlier and of course sewed the head and foot covers to essentially form a slip cover for each end.

I then simply* slipped the covers over and secured underneath using a staple gun. For the sides I didn’t sew at all I just wrapped the fabric around and stapled.

Here’s before

And here’s after

Bonus shot with Eve “helping”

* simply meaning dodging an over interested bouncy toddler who wants to climb on you and the bed pieces while you are trying to wield a staple gun. So straightforward in theory frustratingly slow in practice.

Our wintry weekend

It’s been a lovely weekend so far; busy but more restful than last weekends’ birthday bustling.

Saturday was a wonderful winter day, still crisp but enough sunshine to get moving and do a few small things with the house.

Like actually put a door handle on the front door and start experimenting with exterior paint schemes.

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It’s much easier to leave the house when you don’t have to cajole the door closed using only your fingertips.

We also planted some onions, garlic and chives around Eve’s tree.

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You can also see the hose for our not yet finished dripper system I was hoping the sun would be out again today to soften the hose and make it easier to lay but it’s a true grey cool winter day today.

Eve’s tree is a Fuji red apple which we planted in honour of her first birthday.

We decided that as much as possible of our garden is going to be productive so at the moment I’m fixated on pretty but productive gardens and learning about companion planting, I’m not keen on chemicals.

Today doing has stalled in favour of cosying up and planning our new kitchen.

How has your weekend been?