One of the first blogs I ever discovered, and still one of my absolute favourites is Count it all Joy, the creation of Meredith, mother of six, devoted wife and amazingly witty, beautiful woman, who I'd dearly love to share a coffee (and rainbow cake) with. I've no doubt if we could clear our calendars of P & C meetings, tuckshop duties, soccer fundraising, feeding sale bulls, judo lessons, violin practise, needling heifers and early-reading workshops, we'd be right on it. The ten kids and three thousand kilometres separating us would fall by the wayside and together we'd marvel at each other's amazing fitness levels, perfectly coiffed hairstyles, extensive vocabularies and trim svelte bodies despite the many years of pregnancy, breastfeeding and wiping baby vomit off floors and spaghetti off walls.
Alas, our calendars don't allow a get-together anytime soon, but still I can admire from afar.
Meredith has so kindly bestowed an award upon my blog this week, actually one which I have most gratefully received before. Also, another amazing mother from the mountain ranges of the USA, Mountain Mama, has also passed this award along. Mountain Mama is living her life in the snow-covered mountains, raising three gorgeous children, home-schooling and providing a life of freedom and love for her family.
Rather than share seven facts about myself, as I have already done here recently, I thought I might share with you seven of my favourite things around this place I call home.
In no particular order, here are just a few of the material items I either cherish, adore or simply enjoy.
This beauty was given to me for my fortieth birthday by my amazing parents. It is partially responsible for my inability to lose these last unwanted couple of kilos, as resolved this past New Year's Day.
This clock sits on a dresser at the end of the dining room, chiming beautifully every hour and half hour. Every few days the key must be inserted into each of those two holes visible, and wound up. The clock was presented to my Great Grandfather upon his retirement from the railway many, many years ago, and is in need of some repair. I absolutely love it and will one day sand and re-varnish it, returning it to its former glory.
This old stool sits in our lounge room, usually carefully disguised by piles of papers, library books, magazines, remotes, transformer lego pieces, discarded plastic cups, even clothing. My first memory of this stool is it sitting in my grandmother's kitchen with a large bread bin resting on top. When stripping it recently, I was amazed by the rainbow of colours it has seen during its life, most recently a bright burnt orange, so popular in the 70's. I'm yet to wax the top, and will sand and repaint the legs Antique White ... one day soon.
This book for the past three months has been the most often thumbed through, regularly resorted to, fast becoming tattered, dog-eared script in this place. It is my bible when it comes to trying to grow vegetables to feed my family, easily written and I would heartily recommended it to anybody with a love of chooks and home-grown veges. (Special thanks to my good friend Mare who recommended it to me in the first place).
This dining room table is possibly the hub of our home. Every meal is eaten here, it's where the sewing machine comes to reside, finances are discussed here, school notes completed, homework stewed over and much general family discussion takes place. It also has Sally's name garishly engraved into it, although nobody in this house was responsible for doing so. It is the dining room table my dad grew up eating at, and I well remember my grandmother preparing beautiful meals at it for all her extended family. I look forward to the day when my grandchildren will gather around it also. (It could quite possibly do with some more sanding as well ... how is it that I can't get superglue to hold the sole on Wallace's shoe, yet weetbix can adhere to this tabletop for seven months or more?)
My love of photography is one that is growing all the time. I've had this camera now for over two years and am only just starting to discover there is more than an Auto setting. It accompanies me most everywhere, bouncing around the back of a quad bike, on the floor of the work ute and everywhere in between. I'm most happy to think that in twenty years time my memories of these days will be so enhanced by the number of images I have of my children and our life.
These beauties are relative newcomers to the 'favourites' list, being a gift to me from my husband this Christmas past. I love everything about them, their unique shape and texture, the fact that they are the perfect length and of course I believe every girl deserves some pearls in her life.
So there you have it, another list of seven.
May your life be enriched by knowing I have much sanding ahead of me.