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Sentimental Sunday.

I took a wander down memory lane today, and had to marvel at what we’ve done, where we’ve been and how things change irrevocably, but stay the same.
I’m a new person to what I was back in 2004, but I’m also the same. The stuff inside has changed but the person I was back then, at 30 and a new mum for the third time, is still hanging around. I look at pictures of my husband, my kids and see the same beautiful smiles, their souls peeking through, even in the baby.
This is dangerous ground I’m walking on. Do I get stuck in what was, or use it as motivation for change. The photos show how things were, in all their brutal honesty. Fun, laughter, cranky mum, dad working all the time…fun with friends and what a crazy household we had, still have.
Carefree and fancy free. Even with three kids in tow.
I could go further back to pre kids and super young couple-dom. We’re talking under ages 23/25 here. There are plenty of photos from back then, all printed and falling apart. Now those were the days. Or were they? We didn’t know any better, young, naive and fresh-faced. Not totally ready to join the rat race.
Don’t get me wrong, I am not unhappy with that we have. Our kids are growing up, starting to fend for themselves, and we are able to get that couple-dom back.
It’s a glorious feeling!
What we have and who we are is a sum of all that has gone before. I wouldn’t give that up for the world.

After 11 weeks apart. The day I rocked into town with the kids, after two days on a train. Dec 2006.

After 11 weeks apart. The day I rocked into town with the kids, after two days on a train. Dec 2006.

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Retro and terribly daggy material…

That’s what mum and I found in 3 garbage bags and two large boxes, rescued from our old house (and that’s a story I may get to tell you another day).

In those boxes were many memories and clothes of our childhood… the late seventies and early eighties were certainly a fashion era all of their own.  Not one I really want to repeat in a hurry, but I will admit to my daggy side and say that I found some very cool fabrics I can sew bags from and a few items of clothes that can be re-twigged into something a bit easier on the eye.

Part of the pile ready to sort.

A very cool rounded diamond box full of zips was in the stash – perfect for me to decoupage maybe – another prop for my market stall??? Who knows, but it is very nice.

 

 

 

 

 

Along with all of the above is the fabulous retro wheeled circular bright orange ‘thing’.  I really have no name for it. And although I really dislike orange, I just love that thing.  And mum, if you’re ready this, it is not a subliminal suggestion, it is yours and you can keep it. 🙂

Funky orange cupboard thingy!

By the time we finished, mum had a small pile of material to take home, there was a bag for my sister and three washing baskets chockas of the ‘unwanteds’ ready to head out to out local Vinnie’s store.  I do have a little itch to get in and have another look, but I know that would be somewhat dangerous…. But I wont let that stand in my way.

some of the more funkier things

My dining table (currently a fold up trestle table), depending on how high you stack it, was covered in all sorts of good stuff…. those funky, crazy materials, and some clothes I may play with.

Trip to Hawaii anyone??

some gorgeous silks...

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now comes the fun part, if you can call it that.  Washing, trimming, sorting (bag linings, bag outers etc…) and then stacking into containers (or that cool suitcase) and putting them into the hall cupboard ready for use.  Then let the real fun start, creation!

the clothes I may fix up.... or just cut up.

and what good would I be if I didn't include some pinks..

And now, as I type this up ready to post, I find some more bits in another basket that was moved elsewhere… oh well.

Til next time, keep smiling 🙂

Ciao, Jennifer