Operation: Art Department.

Fair thee well. Goodbye to the days of a student.
Tomorrow marks setting forth into the real world of...being a teacher.
Only for two weeks.
(thats enough for me)
A mere dip.
A casual cooling off.

Korowal welcomes me back with open arms.
and an empty art department.
A dip in the deep end it seems.
(lucky I'm getting good at treading water)

My blog entries are very boring these days.
and a little too... self centred.
(How unlike me....)
Will endevour to think bigger.
Get out of my little box of a world.

Abundance to you all.
In what ever form this may take.
xobryanna pearl

Woolie Winter Wanderings

Right now i have so many hands in so many baskets. 
that I can't even begin to write. 


So i must get something out here. 
and it comes in the form of a jumper.
Just to get things flowing. 


Op shopping with a new dear friend. How many different ways to spell Kindred? 
( ... and i know a few people that are going to try to answer this... Ge?)
I was being metaphoric! 
And came across this piece of beauty... $12

Leunig asks us to consider that winter can be " a season to cherish the heart"...
This is my heart cherishing. In jumper form.
Ps. photos do this no justice. The thing is in full 3D gardening fun.

A trip to burkenhead point...made me queezy (possibly the late night gins also)... But, this type of 'bargain' is much more my veggie patch.


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It rains outside, Wanda jackson hums inside. Pj's at 12:30, thoughts of : hot showers, Wabi Sabi aesthetics, library adventures, a blank canvas and full heart. 
Thanks world. I took a break from you. but im glad to be back. You're pretty good. 
xo Bee Pea Tea.

...So anyways, yesterday... whilst dallying in Richmond...( yep, was getting my '52 suburbs' on )...Just reading a little book in the sun... A small boy of all of about 5 screams " MUM!, Who is that?"

And it got me thinking. So many new experiences in the past year...from leadership camps, building a play ground for an indigenous reserve, dusting off historical documents in Rabi,  Driving into the back of a fire truck ( sorry Joyce), 10 days in silence ( where i realised I even think in blog entries now)...to completing my degree... and now bopping about a little gluten free cafe, waiting waiting for the next turn of events...
Its sometimes hard to not live in the past ( "I did this") and at the same time the future ( "i'm doing this")... and have thus spent today deciding what i love... right this second.

Because I can. and its fun. And will continue to play play play, all day day day...
Walls of beauty.

A red ceiling. I love having a red ceiling... because its the next best thing to having a blue door.
And its high, and bright and looks beautiful against the white. 

I love staying up all evening in my own company to make beautiful things. Thanks for the doilies Denniliquin!

I Love 1) Sunshine. 2) Breakfast. 3) Shopping at farmers markets for eggs and fennel. and deciding that its a waste to throw out the fennel tops = Fennel tea)

My newest love. Fingers for days.
Yet made even more brilliant by this :

With such classic hits as : Michael Bolton " Can I touch you...There?", Janet Jackson " you want this" and the classic Bryan Adams " have you ever really loved a woman"...

Yawww'll ready for this??

So there you have it. My present living.. things i love entry. For today.. 
Which happens to be Ria's birthday. Hope you are loving which ever part of the world you are in dear girl <3 
Xo. Bp

...and if men should not hear them men are old

"...What was warm, is strangely cold,
Whence dissolved the little breath?
How could this small body hold
So immense a thing as Death?"

-Sara Henderson Hay

Dearest Angus.
How can my heart be open to the little birds, ( who are the secrets of living)...
If you bring me such gifts?
How can i give you all the cuddles you need, whence you continue to bestow upon me such painful holes to dig.

Ill give you more cuddles. and more food. and... more cuddles.
If you keep these pieces of magic in full flight.

xo
Ps. ( this poem is actually about a cat.. Is called " For a dead kitten"... But the immensity of death in creature so small is beautiful no matter feather fur nor fin. )

There's no place like Home.

They weren't joking about the Ute on a Pole. A national icon... followed only by... 

...Mosiac'ed Ute.
A running theme?

Back from Four days off dallying in the country. Big busses and new friends... Red wine, too much chocolate and SO MUCH MEAT. Goodness. 
Must admit, they didn't really sell me the whole " country lifestyle"....
" What do we do on the weekend? some snags, a case of beer... roll into bed at some ungodly hour...I swear I put on 15kgs when i moved out here".... riiiiggghhhhht. Maybe get some better representatives for your town...?


Factors that would have been music to my ears... community gardens, creative types, yoga, fresh local produce, a tea emporium, local markets and sustainable practices... and then it hit me!
...This is why i moved to Old blue!
And thus, have ventured back to Winmalee with fresh eyes to this lovely part of the world. 


Denniliquin was beautiful. It had brilliant Op Shops and I came home with bags full of florals, heads full of new adventures and hearts full of new friends. 
But the country life for me? Nahhh... Ill stick with higher ground for now. 

Between the chocolate, wine, steak and spice girls... I did actually manage to get some walks in... This was Edwards river, a meander off the Murray River. Breath taking at sundown. 

Xo BP