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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

May 04, 2006

memories are made of this

I found the lyrics to this song from my teenage years! oh it brings back memories of my long straight hair - with a plaited headband - lots of indian bangles, patchouli oil & incense. Oh yes I was a fashion victim. But take a step back in time to the '70's - turn up the music and listen!
melting pot
(oh and the photo is not me - but I sure aspired to looking like that - sad but true * oh my poor mother!)


Blogger Uppity Woman said...

Ms Robyn, I finally figured out how to gt in!! What a cool song!! Are you SURE that pic is not you? LOL! I love your blog!! Deborah

9:13 am  
Blogger gena said...

ha ha !yes its a great song,oh the 70s! i cannot get a whif of patchouli oil without being transported back to my youth,I clearly remember my friend Denise being the envy of everyone else because she had two tone loons and an afghan coat!

5:22 am  
Blogger Garden girl said...

oh robyn such a wonderful memeory stirrer, this is exactly the era I'm from. My freind bought this record....the only record she had...lol and we played and played it prob over a thousand time sover in her room and we sang all the words with it.....oh those carefree days!

12:04 pm  

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