I have been busy with our upcoming Miss Johnson's market next weekend, come along and see us if you can, I know that Friday is a public holiday but it become one after we had settled our dates, it would be a nice way to enjoy your Friday night or Saturday if you are not going to the barbecue with the Queen or other CHOGM things. Will get back to you after the market. Just want to share you with a little something that I read at the Museum when John and I went several weekends ago on our discovering Perth forays.
I have finally finished my book or should I say box, a box in a book. After Dwellingup I had a clear idea of what I wanted to do but just didn't have the time. I am really pleased with how it turned out, thanks to Mandy Herring who taught me how to make the boxes I created a group of boxes on the cover with found objects i.e. Gatherings. Seed pods, honky nut, smooth white stone, bottles with seeds and a piece of bark with lichen attached. See the little nest with a tiny feather Mandy Woodham made that for me.
I could have glued the spine to the edge of the box but I kinda liked to show it and it sits better when open
This little old battered leather bag not sure what it was used for but it makes a nice pocket for this little journal on butterflies, letters from home and photo's of wife and child complete the picture
a little sketch book to draw plant life with a pencil attached to inside cover can you see the little silver medallion that is one of Nina's earrings Mandy W has the other.
I had to do some major changes to the inside, there was a ring binder attached to the spine that would have got in the way of my box so it had to come out. Just as well the look I wanted was old and battered because that is how it ended up. All closed up with a little brass padlock from my sister Phillipa to finish it off. Nina is a really good reached and always inspires you to go beyond rather than just copy what she has done. Some will say but what are you going to do with it, they can't see the point in making something you love, I have it out on display where I can enjoy it.
Recently while walking in the park, I usually try and walk for an hour, I heard a young man whistling a tune as he went to start up his motorbike, made me think how little we hear anyone whistling a tune. John does from time to time, and I remember my maternal grandfather (who learnt at a young age to play musical instruments, not that I ever heard him play, photo's show he did) but he was always whistling as he went around gardening etc. I love music, but will not sing in front of anyone, when I am on my own though I love to break into song, I was so shy of singing in front of anyone that on one occasion when I was about 13 we had to get up in front of the music class and sing something, I was mortified and stood up but refused to open my mouth, hmm got detention but I still didn't sing, do you think I have a stubborn streak?
My dearest Dad above, I never heard him sing either I guess we where a bit anal about it. When my dad died in 1997, 14 years ago, there was a song that was very popular at the time called 'Hold on" by R.E.M. first recorded in 1992 so it had been around for a while, it was on that day. When we where sitting around talking way before this we discussed death and what happens and in conversation I asked my dad to leave a sign to let me know he was around. Whenever I feel down this song pops up on the radio again, yep heard it the other day, just letting you know I am hear when you need me kid?
At the end he asked me if it was alright if he went, my heart broke, and all I could say was, whenever you are ready dad. He told me Mum was waiting at the end of the bed the night before and that night he sat bolt upright in bed and exclaimed "Mum" and I knew he'd seen his mother as he never called my mum by that name it was always Darky. I asked him if he'd like to hold on as my sisters where on there way, but he said he couldn't hold on any longer. These are the words to that song
When the day is long and the night is yours alone when your sure you've had enough of this life, well, hang on Don't let yourself go, cause everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes I hope you don't mind me sharing this with you, but I do believe this as does Jo who also hears the same song. With my mum its the smell of a match being struck, but haven't smelt that for a long time. I am grateful I had that time to say goodbye which my sisters didn't get and we didn't get with mum. PS this song was originally written for the experience of going through High School and was later taken up in Britain as the theme song for suicide. It was voted the song that most affected men followed by Teardrops in Heaven. Don't quote me on the R.E.M. dates etc, wrote it all down then lost the bit of paper. Hmm
Live the dream