A Man’s Essentials
If I were to compare the weather lately to last weeks downpour of rain, I’d say the sun has been generously giving an immaculate performance each day. The air around would slightly sting your skin but it all seems worth it when the skies are clear blue this winter. It had been a while since we last visited turf so Peter and I agreed to swing by while he worked on another one of his bowties and smoked his pipe on the jetty. Our feet dangled along the edge while we observed the usual scenery of big dogs barking, people running and rowers with lazy coaches to yell at them by their side. It was still quite cold but I was okay for a while. Assisting Peter with his beard, we were still for quite sometime and soon enough I was shivering slightly enough to have to return to the car. Our return was quite enjoyed and having him as my company is always lovely. Peter has always been a collar’d shirt, sweater and chinos type of person and it’s something I’ve grown quite fond of. Somehow even just those makes him warm and warmth is something I always get jealous of because I just naturally never warm up or it’ll take forever for me to.
images via iphone
It’s been a long week since my the family’s number one family member (or at least I like to think he was) passed away. It’s sad to say that my little Marley had a few struggling days prior to his passing that left my parents and i heart broken. I understand that to some it may seem strange to be quite attached to an animal that isn’t a normal household pet. But as my mum still says he brought our family “such joy” with that cute little butt of his and that adorable face that looked up at us for food. I’ll admit, till now, I still miss that scratch by my window in the morning telling me he’s up and is ready for breakfast. Not sure if I did my duty as an owner as I never taught him how to jump or climb or chase after little animals. He stayed in his home area in the backyard and never really left after a while. Even with a hole under the fence, he never got curious. He was the baby of the house and I don’t think any other animal could ever quite replace his sweetness embedded in our hearts. We had our fair share of tears but we’re good now. Mama is good and I’m good and even dad misses him which I’ll always find strange.
And my goodness I still don’t like my neighbour very much as we stood there for Marley’s burial, having our moment, and my neighbour knew exactly what we were doing. Yet, he takes his dog and brings her to us and doesn’t even have the decency to let us be for at least 10 minutes. So uncool.
Anyway, I don’t care much for him anyway. Dad and mum thought of getting new babies and yes, even my dad allowed -still, I can never understand. So yesterday, we introduced my dad to two new hyper-energenic and rather clever babies. I’m sure to post later about them along with some pictures too.
Jay Penaflor Music
It’s Jay’s EP. It sounds amazing and I urge you to buy it on Bandcamp
Isn’t She Lovely?
Mmmm… in any occasion and whatever the day, dad will simply put together his camera and equipment and take a photo or two. Though we can never get them right and he refuses to stand anywhere but in direct sunlight unless sneered at, I think that’s just how our family works. A remote and a timer to capture a family of three in the same arrangement, faces and smiles. Dad’s collection has grown and though it can be a pain, I’m thankful that he takes all the effort to do all this, whether his skills are up to scratch or not… or never.
Yesterday was mother’s day. I think it was probably one of the best ones I’ve celebrated that I can remember. My mama received a pair of Bambi pyjamas just as a small gift of gratitude and all she’s done is strut the house in them. Though it’s not much, to her it’s more than enough. I took Peter, his mum and sister to Enjoy for the morning to celebrate and honour the mums and women. It’s a privilege to know that they had enjoyed themselves and loved the service too. Ahh… the mamas… they’re so lovely.
I think we can all agree that our mama birds are absolute supermums. There’s really nothing else that describes them most accurately in one word. They have had their fair share of challenges as we’ve grown up to know them and somehow, hey still manage the load they work with everyday. Without complaint! Well… most of the time anyway but I mean, they deserve to once in a while. A family with a provider is complete when there is a supporter. And I’m so thankful that my parents still hold that union for the love of each other and our family. In honour of our supermums, I would like to just say thank you. Thank you for your love, wisdom, motivation, strength, faith and… oh I could go on. But we are all blessed by you and through you and no matter the distance, we will always love you.
Spots And Roses
Though there are rarely any trends I really like to follow, whether I like them all or not, I’ve recently been eyeing dresses with white collars for this season. This dress from Choies is some serious eye-candy with it’s sweet pinspot detail and white roses. The dress somehow reminds me of a barefoot, picnic or a wander into a strawberry field. I’m quite fond of tulle and the dress itself.
Sorting, sewing, cutting, ironing, counting, checking, pinning, wrapping, sending, tracking and writing are pretty much what consumed my morning following through to the afternoon. There’s nothing like strutting into the post office with piles of bags that are ready to send out to customers. Recently, I’d like to say that this Bluebird’s feathers have been really busy and in some cases I’m actually enjoying it. In others, not so much. But I did treat myself to my new copy of Frankie Magazine. I managed to enjoy some skittles on the side and watched the new episode of Supernatural and a couple of new Awkward. ones along with some reruns of New Girl. You know, prepping up for tomorrow when the new episode releases. Relaxing right now is a good feeling.
Don’t forget to swing by our nest and check out The Brown Sparrow’s new site. All designs while stock lasts.
A rustle of leaves disturbs the moss-endured paddock, puncturing into the silence of a rich meadow. Small grunts echo out from the woods as a little pink creature scampers out and slowly finds itself lost in a mossy field. More rustling follows and a lady in her dirt-stained nightgown appears from the trees running after the piglet. Barefoot with brown hair flowing down to her waist, she gracefully walks towards a cry and calls out “George! You silly piglet. You’re quite lucky I ran after you. You’d be all alone and lost in the woodlands.” She bends down to see his snout covered in dirt, smiling as she rubs it off. She picks him up and sways him around as if they were dancing. Enchanted by his happy jumps of small grunts she quiets down and stands still. Realising she was not in a place familiar to her own, she searches the trees and looks around curiously. Wriggling her toes, she looks down and sees them buried into the soft cold soil found all around. Wandering here and there, over the small boulders and under the shade of an old leaf-less sycamore tree. No evidence of another’s presence, confused but very much aware of the life in her surroundings, she begins to yell. She yells at the top of her lungs until she begins to feel fits of laughter echoing off the wall of trees around. She puts George down gently and recomposes her posture only to fall on her back onto the supple ground below. Biting her lip in excitement, she covers both her eyes in case this was another one of her whimsical dreams and opening them to find the exact opulence of green surrounding her once again. Scheming adventures to explore further into the woods far beyond.
She hears a faint calling from behind the trees. They seem to be approaching very closely. “Flooooooraaaaa… Flooooooraaaaa. Where aaaaaare you? Floooooraaaa” the distinct voice begins to sound too familiar and so she sits up. More dirt rubbing into her gown along with green stains on her back. “Lily?” She whispers. Entering into the meadow she catches a glimpse of Flora’s figure within the grass. “Flora! Flora!” She holds her own night gown to reach Flora on the ground. “Lily, how’d you find me?” Flora asked. Puffing from her short run she replies, “Not entirely sure. I had been searching for you for a while now and saw a path I hadn’t taken which I thought I should follow and I know that seems dangerous but I didn’t really have a choice and I couldn’t find Jasper to help me out so I went on my own instead and—” struggling to catch her breath “-and I’m sorry”. Standing up, Flora takes hold of Lily’s shoulders to ease her breathing down. Flora looks around once again it’s much darker now an a glint of the sky’s gloomy orange flare seeps through the treetops. A slight fog beginning crawl around them. “You know Lily, this place is beautiful when the sun is out but we mustn’t keep the dark company now. Perhaps we can return tomorrow and I’ll show you the things that I saw.” Lily nods in agreement feeling threatened by the cold of the dark. Flora ensures her with safety as she flashes her bewitching smile. They both turn around and headed back into the trees. Lily picks up little George and with each foot behind the other, the three venture home.
Pack It Up
In a couple of months time it’ll be back to uni I go. I’m super excited to return into the hectic life of study and assignments (not). But it will be something to get these feathers busy all over again. Books, lectures and more and more writing. Just the thought excites me. In the meanwhile, I’ve always been a great fan for stationary but I’ve always been so careful to abstain myself from buying anything out of impulse. So no stationary for me than what I’ve already got but I am willing to replace my old backpack that is fraying and tearing all over the place. Unihood has plenty of leather accented pieces with classical colours that I’ve been looking for -for years. Casually I’d find them around the city but I’ve never considered paying $400 for one to be honest. I’ve been looking for flat zipped bags and have always been fond of buckles so I think I’ve found the right place.
Heart of The Night
Our friend who moved up to Queensland a couple of years ago came down to visit for a week to stay at her brother’s house. And since she’s around, we thought to shower her with our company since we’ve missed her completely. Not to mention we all envy her sunny coastal home so it’s good that she experiences Melbourne weather once more. We had some fun taking turns with the camera and mucked around with it after The Brown Sparrow shoot which wasn’t too serious anyway.
As soon as she arrives back home, she’ll most definitely be missed.