More Procrastinating, This Time in the Pantry

When we first moved into this house, it wasn't very clean but I only had time to clean one room properly and that was the pantry. It had mildew all over the ceiling and walls and revolting lino on the floor. I wasn't going to put food in there. I ripped up the lino and gave it a wash down but four years later it was back to looking like it had never been cleaned. So I got out the sugar soap and the bleach this time. Then I thought, "While I've got the shelves out and it's clean, I might as well fill the gaps. That won't take long."

(before and after cleaning)

And you can guess what happened next.

"Well, while I've cleaned it and filled the gaps, I might as well give it a coat of Primer so it's ready to paint when I am."

"Now that it's cleaned AND filled AND primed, I might as well paint it."

So I did.

(With Dulux Aqua enamel in Antique White USA for those who like the details.)

Here's an after picture of the same spot of the first photo.

It's a bit hard to see the difference in the above photos, but in the next photo you'll see how shabby the rest of the house is, and what a difference a coat of paint makes.

You'll notice that I painted the floor too.

You can imagine that after four years of being walked on and having food dropped on it, unsealed floorboards wouldn't look, or feel, very nice.

And not to mention the large gaps between the floorboards which had 60 years of accumulated gunk and dust congealed in them. It was a nightmare to clean.

But filled and painted......aaah, it's so clean. And easy to keep clean too. I can sweep the dirt right out of there now and any marks come off easily with some vinegar on a rag.

The white makes it look so clean and fresh

and with all my foodstuff back in, it's like the pantry that I always wanted.

I always wanted my pantry to kinda look like an old general store, with everything stored in old glass bottles, which I've picked up here and there. (They also keep out the grubs and moths better than anything else I've ever used.)

I've been making swing tags for labels to keep with that feel, but I'll show you how in another post...to come soon.

And if you're not sure why I call this procrastinating, when it seems like a lot of work, have a look here.

Thanks for stopping by.

I'm taking part in My Romantic Home Show and Tell Friday

It suits me to a tee

Here's a little more craftiness that I've been doing in my "spare time" and I'm really pleased with the result.

I'm a real jeans and t-shirt girl and an idea had been bubbling away in my head for a while now to try a make a more vintagey-looking shirt with a bit of embroidery and "new-school" applique. (I call it new-school so you don't turn away shuddering with images of '90s country sunflowers or Raggedy-Andys.)

I found a really nice fitting black tee at my local factory outlet shop and I thought for $3, it doesn't matter if it goes wrong.

Okay, so the bird design is a bit popular at the moment but you've got to admit it's cute.

I sewed it all on my machine just using a straight stitch and went around all the applique about three times, purposely going out of the lines for a shabby feel.

Tried it on, wore it to work with jeans...I'm very happy. I think it would also go well with a skirt.

(I washed it today for a sturdiness test which it passed. Phew!)

So I think I'll be going back for more t-shirts. I've got another few designs running around in my head.

Painting the linen cupboard - a Housewife's Tale

I've always been a procrastinator and whilst reading or watching TV are good ways to not do what you're meant to, my speciality is starting other small projects. I'm still painting the sleepout but in the meantime the linen cupboard had been bugging me because it was such a mess.

You know how it is....it starts off well but then the kids pull a sheet or towel out and with it 3 more. It's much too difficult to fold up neatly, so it gets shoved back in. Meanwhile, Hubby has been generously helping with the washing. He wants to get things put away with a minimum of fuss so puts things where they'll fit regardless of whether they are towels, sheets or blankets. Soon you open up the cupboard and a mess greets your eyes but it's too overwhelming to put right, so you shove things where they'll fit too.

One weekend I decided that I'd had enough. I was going to pull everything out and refold it and cull the excess. This is what it looked like as I took it out and stacked it to the side. I'm being brave and showing you things as they really are in my house. No stomach-turning perfection here.

Then I thought, what if I made it prettier so that I'd want to keep it clean. The rest of the house might be a mess but if my cupboards are tidy when I open them, it gives me such a little thrill in my stomach and then I can pretend I'm a good housekeeper. It's reverse psychology - we all know people who's houses are perfect...except for those hidden places they don't want you to see. I figure if people happen to open my cupboards and see them neat, (because lets face it that happens all the time, doesn't it) then maybe they would think I am really a neat person and the current state of the house is just a temporary hiccup. That's what I tell myself anyway.

The linen cupboards are nice, in a vintagey way with wooden boards and old doors. What a shame they are painted in 3 different ugly shades of cream and brown. I think they must of used up the rest of their paint tins in here.

I wanted to make it more like something you'd see in a Cath Kidston picture so I decided to paint the walls blue and the shelves white.

What's that?? I'm meant to be painting the sleepout? But I'm just cleaning the shelves. Oh, how did that paintbrush get in my hand? It's only a small job... it won't take long, just a couple of hours. I promise! Don't knock over the piles of linen stacked there. Yes, I know it's been two days now, but I might as well finish. Yes, I'm nearly done.

There. that looks so much better.

 The doors are still cream. I'd love to paint them white then fill in the squares with wallpaper or scrapbooking paper, but I should quit while I'm ahead. For the moment. Get back to the sleepout.

Although the pantry really needs a good cleanout, don't you think?

Another change to the sleepout - office, sewing room...now bedroom

After I posted last September how I had rearranged the sleepout into something more appealing, Rosie saw the potential for a space of her own. So in an act of saintly mother-love, I gritted my teeth and agreed that yes, she was getting too old to share a room with Ella's teddy collection and yes, I would move all my newly set-up sewing supplies and let her have the room.

So we got to work again, scrubbing, filling and bleaching the walls....then stopped. Life interrupted and I got tired of spending my spare time scrubbing, filling and bleaching. A couple of months passed, I did a bit here and there...I actually got some priming done. And in the meantime, the dirt and mould and cobwebs came back. Aaargh! It felt like I was back to square one.

So I know it's not the done way but I said "stuff the cleaning, I want to do something fun...like painting". So while the bottom still looks like this....

....I have finished painting the ceiling and top part of the walls.

And it looks SO good. So clean, so new. I confess to doing a happy dance every time I walk in there. Which is first thing in the morning...and last thing at night...and several times a day, you know, just to check that it still looks just as good as in my memory, and to watch the colour change in the different lights.

What colour is it?

Well, I'll give you a clue. It's similar to one of these Meakin plates.

Or maybe a lighter version of a colour on one of these birds.

And now it's inspiring me to hurry up and get the rest finished, so it's off to put on my painting clothes and get back to business.

A little bit of green

Well, I never did get around to showing you the rest of my holiday down south and (yikes) I can't believe it's June already. Winter's just beginning over here and I've got the croaky voice to prove it. No wait, yesterday it was croaky. Hubby said sexy, but I thought I sounded more like Selma and Patty of the Simpsons. Definately NOT sexy. Today, I can't speak above a whisper hence the doctors appointment in an hour.

Even though it's getting cold, my garden has been doing surprisingly well. For starters, I finally got a start on the vege garden I always wanted just over a month ago and it's like a jungle now. Yippee! I don't kill everything.

As you can see, it really is a wilderness behind it, but my aim is to clear the cats claw and weeds in plots and build vege gardens, one by one. As the ground has lots of roots, I knew I'd have to build a raised garden bed but didn't want to pay too much money for edging or soil.

My solution was to use recycled iron from the dump for the sides which were then nailed to posts of pine sleeper. Conveniently, there is building going on up behind us and they dug up a lot of soil that is just sitting there in huge piles. Bucket by bucket, in the dead of the night (okay, on the weekend when the builders had gone), I shifted soil to my new garden  and layered it with manure and lucerne hay. Total cost: $24 for the iron, sleepers and manure. I'll just have to try and build my next garden before they cart all that soil away.

I'm trying to grow things on a permiculture basis and the results have been fantastic. I've picked lettuce, beans and bok choy, and the girls have been taking lebanese cucumbers to school for snacks. I've also got potatoes, carrots, shallots, tomatoes, brocolli and herbs growing.

My flower garden in the front is going nicely too. It's slow going because I'm hand-digging up the lawn to make a garden up the path and along the fence. The final picture I have in my head is grandiose, but I'll get there if I chip away, bit by bit.

I love the colour combination of blue/purple and red/pink that I've chosen, with a splash of white which goes with everything.

The last thing I've done is finally clean out our pigsty of a shed. And I mean really clean out, down to sitting up late at night, watching bad TV and sorting out the hodge-podge of various nails and screws into piles to be put away in containers. Anal, maybe, but I'll sometimes go past and open the door to have a look and smile and give myself a mental pat on the back. Aaah, a little bit of control can lift my mood magnificently.  

During my clean-up I found this old ammunitions box which I think belonged to my grandfather, possibly from the war???? I was going to throw it out but decided it would make a great planter.

It's now sitting against a blank bit of wall on a makeshift shelf made from our old tankstand and I love it. What do you think?

Wiseman's Ferry

Wow, I haven't posted since January. It might seem silly to post about our summer holiday when it's now in the beginning of April. I was just going to sum it all up in a highlights post but I couldn't decide what to keep out so you'll just have to bear with me.

After staying the night at Coff's Harbour we made our way down the coast. The original idea was to stay in Sydney but I couldn't find anywhere prior to stay that suited us. We were planning on taking a side trip to a town called Wiseman's Ferry which is an hour NW of Sydney, so we decided we would stay there instead for a couple of days and just make Sydney a day trip.

Our reason for visiting Wiseman's Ferry was that it was named after my Great-great-great-great-grandfather, a convict called Solomon Wiseman. As kids we were raised on romantic stories about him....how he was transported for thieving, was apparently an astute and cunning business man but not a very nice one, how he supposedly murdered his first wife by pushing her down the stairs...and her ghost still haunts the inn.  Not stuff you'd normally be proud of in an ancestor but it's far enough removed to make it thrilling rather than disgraceful. He'd gotten wind that the Great Northern Road (a convict-built road from Sydney that took seven years to build) was going to come close to him so he started the ferry that crosses the Hawkesbury River (still the only way to cross it) and that's how he made his fortune along with his inn he started and getting the contract for supplying the convicts and overseers with supplies.

I, naturally, passed all the stories on to my girls so you can imagine our excitment when after hours of driving, we came at last to this sign.

We crossed on the now-modernised ferry and into the town which was so small we drove out of it again without realising it. We had two nights booked at a lovely place called Retreat at Wiseman's, with a comfortable room, free breakfasts, swimming pool for the kids and a beach volleyball court where we taught Ella how to play.

Dinner, of course, was at Solomon's original house (which is now a pub) made with beautiful huge blocks of hewn stone and THOSE stairs. We got a thrill by standing on them and wondering..."Did he really do it.... and would we see her ghost?" Of course, I didn't have my camera with me.

The next day we went on the tourist drive around the valley where you could see old picturesque buildings

and places like this atmospheric graveyard

full of old graves

although I liked the ones better that hadn't been touched up. 

The cemetery was partly overgrown and there were little graves here and there, nearly hidden by fern fronds and long grasses, some with only a word or part of a name still legible.

I liked to read them and muse "how did this "dearly beloved" child of three die and was his mother inconsolable, and what was life like for William Douglas, born in 1757. It makes history seem real and not just a flight of fancy from a novel. William Douglas would have really worn all those clothes I read about in my historical romances and driven carriages and maybe even carried a musket.

The girls didn't share my fascination, declaring it creepy which Mitch joked about when he found an old glove lying on the ground.

We ended up in the village of St Albans where the centrepoint is the Settlers Arms Inn est. 1836.

The potenial of this place had me seething in frustration, for although it was in a picturesque spot with outdoor tables and beautiful old trees and still very original and historical inside (the doors were so low Mitch had to duck to go through)

it was dingy and dark,  the owner was a dour old man who gave you the impression that you were invonveniencing him by ordering a drink, there were no devonshire scones like advertised as they didn't make any that day and there was nothing else to choose from. In exploring the few different rooms, I walked into a parlour (?) which had the remains of a fish lunch covered in flies, which had been sitting on a table long enough to have dried up and filled the room with a decidedly fishy stink. I was just itching to take the place over and give it new life. I could see the tourists sitting at tables being served huge fluffy scones and dainty tea cakes. Although I must admit I would probably want to whitewash everything inside as it was so dark which would lose me points for historical authenticity.

We continued on our drive and one of the things I like best about holidays is the lack of deadlines. So we had time to pull over and take photos of old stone churches and admire the views and pat the horses on the side of the road.

After two days, I'd had enough of Wiseman's Ferry as pretty as it is. There is almost an atmospheric brooding to the place that had both Mitch and I reluctant to stay any longer. I think it's partly due to the fact that it's nestled at the bottom of a valley surrounded by these huge cave-dotted cliffs which you can see in the below photo, although it truly doesn't do them justice. It felt like more than that though and if I found out that it was a spiritually significant indigenous place or that there had been some atrocity commited there, I wouldn't have been surprised.

So we left for Sydney along the twists and turns of the Old Northern Road, just stopping for one last look at the valley were we had stayed.