Post 598 The cupboards get fixed!

A quiet day at the Guild on Wednesday. I was very pleased when Phyllis arrived to do some financial work. We were able to chat for a bit on and off throughout the day. My major job was bringing in the bins. I got most of Hardanger Christmas ornament done, finishing the gold at home before I cut around the edges. There was fabric for one more in the kit, so I started it before I could change my mind.

Between posting off my Cancer Council (not, as I said last week, Heart Foundation!) bracelet with it's 7 days of data, Pilates and a family birthday dinner I as lucky enough to catch an Adelaide Rosella feeding on the native frangipani behind my balcony.

It was a great dinner, a cooperative effort by family members for their mother, every course a delight, and conversation just as good.

I had intended another visit to the Dangerously Modern exhibition on Friday, but last minute weekend commitments put paid to that. I needed to do the big shop for Monday night, prepare the bathrooms for cupboard installation and the spare room for Veronica to crash after a night sleeping out at the school in support of the homeless. Both bathroom cupboards needed to be emptied and contents stored out of the way. When all of that was done, I finished the last ornament from the kit - varying the pattern to suit my whim (and laziness)

I was concerned about parking for Will, the carpenter installing my cupboards on Saturday. It was a big job, with lots of panels and equipment to come up and down in the lift. Curiously, the street is always parked out on Saturday morning. I decided to park my car in the street to reserve a space, worrying about whether to do so on Friday night, or early Saturday. When I checked the street at 6pm, it was already parked out. I realised, for the first time, that most likely local residents without sufficient off-street parking, slip their cars in as soon as the weekday 2hr paid parking finishes on Fridays, taking advantage of free weekend parking. I checked anxiously every half an hour, then, around 8.30pm, I saw someone about to pull out directly opposite my apartment.  Still in my slippers, I dashed downstairs and moved my car into the space.   It proved fortuitous.

My car was, fortunately, still there, undamaged, the next morning - along with all the other cars. Veronica arrived just after 7.30am, quite bright eyed and bushy-tailed, ready for a shower, toast and Vegemite. Will arrived just after nine and our car transfer went smoothly. He was up and down for tools and timber all day, finally cleaning up and leaving at 4.10pm. Veronica left for work at 12.15. I stashed all her gear in my car to deliver that evening.

The cupboards are a perfect match to the old ones - as I wanted. This time the edge of the fascia is both painted and sealed in silicon, so should not absorb water for decades. The old one had a raw top edge. 

In the guest bathroom a miscalculation with a drill means screw holes in the two last pieces of vertical edging on either side of the door are too long not to and will be replaced, I presume because moisture could enter. From my point of view it was a really impressive day's work and result. 

In all of this, I missed the Chants Encounters concert at the cathedral. Katherine and I had tickets. I could have left Will to his own devices, but it seemed churlish when he was taking so much trouble to get it right. Katherine was behind in her schedule to make a 50 person birthday cake and biscuits for a friend's child's birthday the next day, so we both squibbed. I do like Gregorian chant, and the guest organist would have been worth hearing, but I can’t always have it all. 

In spare moments I finished off a mending experiment, detailed in my embroidery blog and got Monday night's Osso Bucco underway.

The sun rose joyously the next morning before the cloud descended for most of the day. It’s taking a while for the silicon seal smell to go from my en-suite. I had the fan on for several hours on Sunday and both balcony doors open to get a through breeze. A flannel flower, rose and geranium block in the bathroom helped too. It was largely gone when I left for dinner at a Prayer for the Wild at Heart with an old Sydney University friend here on his way to the Flinders Ranges.  We discussed our current lives and the state of the world. Good to know we still see eye to eye on most of it.

The Osso Bucco went down well, although I overcooked the vegetables. It is so good to be part of the lives of my family.

The shipment of indigo fabric arrived at Riverlea Quilts and I visited yesterday. There was only one good match, so I bought what I needed and got to work while the Osso Bucco simmered, finishing it off today. It has been tricky.  I have been in touch with the designer, who has been generous with information about her design process. I think the tablecloth might trigger a discussion at WES next year. In the meantime, I'm delighted with the result.

Post 530 Birds, bags, blooms and bedclothes.

On Wednesday I made a dash up to Stirling to Aptos Cruz. I had it in my head to buy a touch screen clock for Fionn’s birthday and I had decided to buy some water glasses for myself, to match the Champagne flutes I bought last month. (my best crystal water glasses did not respond well to being in the .dishwasher many years ago. While I still use the three that are left, they are cloudy.) I got both the clock and water glasses (and some wine glasses while I was about it).

Aptos Cruz is in an old church, and from the carpark I noticed a pair of Adelaide Rosellas, high on the building. I’ve not seen a pair before. They were not together but both, I imagine, within sight of their nest.

I watched until they flew away and was able to take quite a few photos from inside my car, some with the window down and some through the windscreen. The female is, of course, the one with muted colour.

The new Amanda Hampson, a sequel to The Tea Ladies  was released on Thursday. I ordered a copy online from BigW at the Brickworks, hoping it would be ready to pick up on my way home from Pilates but the notice came close to closing time, so I picked it up on Friday morning and did my big supermarket shop while I was there, before heading of the The White Picket  for lunch with Lorraine. The little Dulwich shopping area was abuzz. We had a good lunch and sat for a couple of hours catching up and reflecting. 

It is this time of year that Adelaide comes into its own. It is sunny without being too hot. Leaves are beginning to fall, but there are a lot of blooms and verdancy. Things still need watering, but not twice a day as they did even last week. 

Saturday was the end of daylight saving. Turning my clocks back was easier than I anticipated, in spite of the fact that the synchronise function worked on none of them (I suspect too many changes in connectors since the clocks were made). 

As it has been cooler this week, I decided to change over my quilt. Then, inspired by Fionn’s birthday present from his parents - a new bed and bed linens  - I decided to change all my bed linen from the mattress cover upwards. I can’t turn the mattress myself, nor remove the valance, but everything else came off. When I got to the linen cupboard to find replacements, I decided it was time for a sort-out. All the bed linen came out. After putting on a load of washing, putting some pillow covers in to soak and a much needed cup of coffee, I sorted the linen. 

Remembering a tip from my friend Pat years ago, I placed sets of bed linen in bags or pillowcases and labelled them. I now have three “Queen bed set”s,  one ‘king bed sheets for spare room’ and one ‘double bed top sheet’ (don’t have a double bed, so should I keep this? Probably not.) 

I found a lost king-single bottom sheet, which went to the spare room, a pretty much unused child's beach towel, set aside for charity shop. One sheet, with a note pinned on it in my handwriting " Queen sheet with 41cm removed" (I'm guessing it ripped and I cut and redeemed it, but I have only a vague memory. It is now in my stash of backing fabric). One set, bottom beige linen, top white cotton, went on the bed after the clean protectors, with the winter quilt on top. 

The linen cupboard is looking good. I admit I returned 20 or so pillowcases unexamined. 

I did two loads of washing in the afternoon, but left the pillow protectors to soak overnight, washing them the next day, along with one pillow. The pillow came out of the wash in fine shape, but with some strange brown goopy marks on the case. Foolishly, I put it back in the washing machine on the quick cycle. The result (including a few more of the brown goopy marks) went on the line, in hapless shape, dripping everywhere and has now, unfortunately, been consigned to landfill.

A more careful examination of my washing machine, revealed the brown goop around the door seal. Oh dear. How long since I cleaned my washing machine? Too long, it seems. I have now scrubbed the door seal and run the cleaning cycle. 

Is Autumn Cleaning a thing, or have I just invented it?

In between laundry drama, I have been working solidly on my Early Women of Books project. I've been switching between reading about the women, creating a summary to turn into a booklet, and stitching their names onto the bag fabric. My Quaker stitch is coming along a treat.

After the dentist this morning, cleaning this afternoon and another false fire alarm, I finished the bag late this evening and the booklet about 5 minutes ago! It will take me a few hours to write it up in my embroidery blog and publish the booklet. 

I apologise for all the jobs I have neglected while working on this over the  last few days. I have been obsessed. The trial bags printed using photos  are now on their way to me, so I should have the verdict by next week. To my astonishment, the bags were printed in China. I’ve ordered over 20 items from this company, all printed in Victoria. I think there should have been some explanation for sending this one off-shore. I’m very interested to see the result. Meanwhile, here is one side of the finished bag of Early Women of Books.

Tomorrow is WES Group so I had better get organised. There's also the Amanda Hampson to read.