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my current muses…

My new header now features the ‘main characters’ in my new crafty endeavour, obsession.
Mixed media/collage/assemblage uses all aspects of crafts using paper, cloth, beads, and anything that can be stuck, strung or somehow attached to board/canvas or anything else. After my foray into it with the Circles Exhibition (coming very soon with a post to match) I’ve become somewhat excited and am busy doodling and thinking of ways to make it work.
I did make a few during the week and took them to the market (I think I mentioned that somewhere else?) to gauge response. Well, I sold two of them, and the other two I have added to – made them better. I know why they didn’t sell.  I now have numerous drawings ready to roll, and six canvases (2 large & 4 small) to start work on.
When I saw the large ones I knew immediately what i would do with one.  I had received a pre-made necklace of beads some years ago – cool, but not really me – that included the above wooden animals.  So I shall be working on an African Safari scene… :-}
There are 4 weeks til the next market. I’d best get to work.

 

Unleash the animal within 🙂
Jennifer

swinging bridges + my boys = me + eek!!

I wont say I have conquered a fear, but I have faced it and told it off, and still no more the boss than I was a week ago.

(Lots of pics, about 15 in all, so there is a slide show near the end to have a look at. The boys thought the crows were pretty cool, and my eldest is pretty close to being taller than hubby (that 4 boys line-up will have to change order soon), there’s some funky mushrooms and a cool hole in a tree…)

We took a family day out and went to the Airwalk, (more info here).  It was a bleak looking day, but we rugged up and set off regardless.  Leaving probably later than expected and arrived right on lunch – we managed to score an undercover table for our picnic.  Not just undercover, but in the building they have reserved for large pre-booked-fully catered-with fireplaces parties.  Dry, and kind of warm.

It was a foggy day and I was hoping to get some nice pictures of fog over the water – I succeeded, mostly.  I’m sure those who know how to use their cameras would have done a brilliant job. I, am happy with my results.

We walked up the track to the start of the Airwalk, through the rainforest, checking out the beautuful trees, well hubby & I did, boys went off ahead.
Once on the actual Airwalk, I wasn’t nervous at all.  Probably because I had been here only a few months before and it was still fresh in my mind.  I have conquered the Airwalk!  kind of.  Although, I am slightly amused by hubby who is now suffering a little vertigo in his old and didn’t want to look down too much, even right at the end.

Arriving at the last ‘solid’ part, we had to wait for another group and then we ventured onto the cantilevered ‘bridge’.  Yes, surprise surpise, I was confortable with it. Of course if they had started to jump and wobble it, that would have been the end of me.  But just walking to the end, there was none of that conrete legs, or weird dizzy feeling…. (as hubby said to me, “you get dizzy over dizziness” – gotta laugh at that one).

Photos were taken, and we headed back down to start the next leg of our journey.
The 3km walk upriver, crossing 2 swinging bridges and back to the car park.  An easy walk through the forest across the river.
Did you sya swinging bridges… Yeah, that’s where I got unstuck.  I don’t know what it is about swinging bridges, well maybe it’s the swinging part, that gets me freaked, but I just don’t like them.
My boys on the other hand LOVE them.
The youngest ran along it, several times, calling me a chicken, while the older two (+ hubby) swung it til it twisted. I just stood at the end, frozen, waiting for them to get off the other end.

There was no going back, I had to cross the rivers.  I walked to the middle of the bridge, slowly, holding the rail, and took a few pictures then we contiued to the end.

Second bridge was the same, although my biggest fear there, was that someone would come along and start it swinging like crazy, I swear I would have had a meltdown if that had happend.
Ok, so I conquered it for now, and could probably do it again, slightly easier, but I still don’t like the motion of it and I would still have to go over on my own.

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Yes, I did stand in the middle of the bridge and take a picture – there was no swinging to scare me.  In the picture where you can see the fork in the river – the bridges cross each of these,  just out of sight . The right one is longer, but the other one is higher.  And if you look really closely, you can see a viewing platform on the point between the rivers – and from there it is an awful long way to look back at the air walk.  My picture, even zoomed all the way out, was way too foggy to see much.
The picture with the two tree ‘stumps’ on the main road is the entrance to Geeveston, the historical loggin township from where all sorts of South West adventures start.
The link, I hate to say it, is not very good. I was trying to find a really cool site that shows the beauty and desolation but that one will have to.

This is definitely a place well worth the visit, even if you are not a tree-freak (haha Chris), the scenery is just beautiful!

Grin and bear it, if you can 🙂
Jennifer

And today the weather is…..

just beautiful!

and beacuase the weather doesn’t quite do justice I’m adding in some Nature pictures aswell where required.
Today it’s required.

Smiling all the way to the airport 🙂
Jennifer

it’s happened again… and he is not happy.

I have three sons and a husband.
Hubby has had several broken/bruised ribs from motorbike riding, and then several tendon injuries and just recently a shoulder injury – again, from motor bike riding.
I have not had any broken, bruised or other injured body parts requiring hospitilisation.  My only trips to hospital have been for giving birth to said sons.
Sons 2 and 3, thankfully at 13 and 8 haven’t done anything like that. Yet.

Let’s hope they don’t decide to catch up to their eldest brother.
Mr 15 has had (including todays issue) 2 wrists (l & r), 1 thumb and a foot in plaster.

The first one happened on his scooter, outside the school, a week before school started, back in 2010.  That was a ‘greenstick’ fracture which, although not technically a break, requires plaster to make sure it heals properly. The first few weeks of school was not fun, especially as his locker was on the bottom row!

Mid 2011 and the first day of school holidays in September takes him to town with some friends.  They leave at 9am and I get a message and then phone call at 2.30 and 3pm saying ‘can you come and get me, my foot hurts’. They had been wrestling (really??) and his friend landed on his foot twisting it.
So, pack up the other two and off we troop to town.  Remember this is a 45 min trip one way.  After one look I head straight to the hospital ER and we’re in at 4.30.
I remember saying that it can’t be broken, he’s not in too much pain, and there’s nothing obvious going on… ha ha. The nurse comes back and ‘..yes, it is broken, three toe bones…’
What!?  A plaster is applied and appointments organised to get more x-rays and then visits to the orthopaedic. We were out by 7.30, which, Sat evening and public hospital is  brilliant.
Suffice to say that his holidays were not so much fun.

By the time he goes to school camp, the plaster is gone, and the ‘moon boot’ aswell, and an appointment made for the week of Christmas to make sure everything has healed properly.  (Due to Christmas this was put back til the beginning of Jan)

for those not familiar with the Moon Boot.

When he gets back from school camp he’s complaining of a sore thumb.  A friend has kicked it??! We just tell him to toughen up and stop being a girl.

January rocks around, the foot has healed nicely, but we are sent to x-ray for the thumb, which still hurts.
You guessed it, it’s broken.  A small chunk has come off the very edge and is floating around under the skin.
We made jokes about ‘..how bad is the health system when we go in for the foot and come out with an arm in plaster..’  Yeah, I felt bad, for about 5 seconds.  Oops, bad mum award recipient here.
Orthopaedics were fantastic, we were always in and out really quickly, even with going back downstairs for x-rays.

Fast forward to now, mid March and while playing touch footy at school in PE gets knocked over and lands crooked on his wrist. No wrestling this time.  But he has to remember he is only little.  Tallish, maybe but not solid.  Fragile looking almost.

Off to the doctor we go and ask for a ‘touchy feely’ to see if it’s actually broken or just a sprain. Doc checks him out and then we are sent next door for another x-ray.  With the joke of ‘we’ll see what colour plaster to put on’  I have to laugh. A lot. It was funny. A bit callous maybe, but after the foot thing and our history here, I couldn’t help it.  I am granted with a filthy look from Mr 15. Ha. Ha.

So the x-ray shows not much, but the Doc is worried about this tiny little bone that can break and then disintegrate… what?!  you can’t tell if it’s broken for about 10 days. What?!
Basically, although you can’t see the break, you can see (on x-ray screens) the new bone as it starts growing.  After 10 days.  Ok, now that kinda makes more sense.

Our options were: have a back strap (half a plaster) for ten days, return and have another x-ray, hoping nothing was broken.
OR
assume nothing is broken and do nothing.  This can then lead to full on surgery later on with a plastic bone being inserted.

“we’ll take option 1′ I say.  As if that was an option, really.

So, we are waiting for plaster and someone is really frustrated and somewhat angry. I totally get it. Not happy.   Plaster is put on, and does what it does and starts to heat up.  Pity that it’s 24C outside, then it starts to throb.  Oh, fun joy. Off to tell new workplace he is now out of action and then home.

The joys of motherhood and the perks of being a stay at home mum. 🙂

Let’s hope that is all for the time being.  I’m getting quite the experience of Doctors and fractures and plasters…

Keep smiling 🙂
(“if I don’t laugh I’ll cry” a good friend once said to me. )
Jennifer

I saw one, I saw one!!!!!!

Today (which is now yesterday)  we had a family day out – Hastings Cave and Thermal Springs.

A two-hour drive south-west, close to where the Tahune Airwalk, is a State Park with the most amazing cave and the best outdoor swimming pool.  Heated from a natural spring the water ranges from 26C in winter to an average of 30C in summer.  Perfect for swimming all year round.  And today was a perfect day – the place was packed!

We did the cave tour first up (if there are pictures below it means they turned out alright. ok, mine didn’t work, so these are courtesy of darling hubby who knows how to use his camera) so we could relax with a bbq lunch.
Doh, who forgot the most important things for a barbie… the sauce.

Newdegate cave (aka Hastings)


looking straight up at the ceiling.

The cave has some walkways built-in which are all lit at the base of the handrails giving enough lit to walk by but not too much to ruin the cave experience.  The tour guide is well-informed and the commentary is quite interesting.  An interesting way to check out a cave, especially if you’re not of the ilk to go full on caving… I’ve tried and I think I am a tad claustrophobic aswell…

These caves have been host to choirs and concerts and even the odd wedding (yes, odd would be the word aswell as occasional).  Not sure I’d be traipsing down all those stairs in any kind of wedding outfit for a 9C ceremony.

A short walk around the area has lots of pretty trees and manferns, along with all the usual signs of information….

manfern.. although on a lean, it's about 7-8feet tall.

From the main pool area, which is like an oasis in the middle of the forest, there is a short walk through the trees and the spring creek where there are several platypus living so while my boys went swimming I took a walk and with the hope I would see one.  Noticing some ripples in the water I take a closer look and there, on the bottom is something foraging under the leaves…. oooh, there it is… it popped up … oooh it’s a platypus!!! I’ve not seen one in the wild, or the flesh… so it was pretty cool.

as he came to the surface… and a closer up one aswell.

Aside from too much junk food we had a lovely relaxing day out. Sorry to C as I would have liked to take you here, we were just around the corner too. Damn L and his airport time frame…

Keep smiling 🙂
Jennifer