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daily parcels * tied up in string *

daily musings of a vintage addict * I am totally obsessed with all things vintage * trying to keep up with my past...and sometimes ordinary everyday life

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Location: Katoomba, NSW, Australia

here I am in a little cottage that evokes the energies of my ancestral lands - a cottage on the moors of Cornwall, or on the cliff tops of Ireland or Scotland. It has a hearth. I am a hedge witch {of sorts}. I wear upcycled clothes, patchouli oil and Redback boots. I am a gypsy; an eccentric and a mystic [I often live with a foot in two worlds]. I serve my guests, tea from an old silver teapot. I love Vervain, yarrow, chamomile & mint. Star watcher and Moon gazer. story cloth weaver. keeper of family dreams and wishes. good friend and creator of life. herbal tea drinker and potion maker.

Plan ahead and dream of all the beautiful things that life has to offer

February 21, 2006


'there was no room in the galleries for another table; no room on the tables for another cabinet; no room in the cabinet for another rose bowl; no room in the bowl for another handful of potpourri; there was no room for anything anywhere, in short the house was furnished' - VIRGINIA WOOLF


Blogger BrocanteHome said...

Dear Virginia, There is always room for another treasure, another painting, another dream...
A house is never finished.
Lots of love from Alison.

12:22 am  
Blogger HomemakerAng said...

what is berries gal's page again :) thanks, ang

12:45 am  
Blogger melissa said...

My husband says I can always find an excuse to cover up one more flat surface. So, I'd have to disagree with Virginia!

3:23 am  
Blogger ~NanCourt~ said...

I do believe she has peered into my home. I clear a space only to find ten more things to put back into the space! What a fun time I have feathering the nest!

7:26 am  
Blogger VintagePretty said...

I couldn't agree more with the sentiment - although I fear our house is far from furnished physically, without sounding too twee it is furnished with love :-)

7:29 am  
Blogger Amy said...

I'd love to add more to my home only I'd need to get my hubby's permission first, he thinks it's too cluttered as it is lol

7:42 am  
Blogger Flossy said...

No, no no!!! I refuse to have clutter! *lol*
Who am I kidding?

10:49 am  

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