we had a laneway market yesterday
in a little brick laneway in a little old village circa 1830’s
me Bec and Jess trooped into cobargo with our brand new card table , our boxes of culled books, my select range of crocheted Berets , some potted up loquats,and some of becs old stock of fimo earrings and her lacquered nursery rhyme character brooches.
how do you spell brooches? she asks.
two oos I say.
you’re kidding, that is broooooch she says
I think it is only one or what about a u ?
we toss it around jess writing the spelling variations down until finally Veronica the knife at the next stall along yells out it is two oos.
bugger that says bec, I am going to write badges.
and so the morning continued with much laughter and squeals amongst us and with any marketers that wanted to play.
some people like to interact and yarn on and enter into a relationship of loving fun
others walk by, heads hardly daring to look almost as if the intimacy is too confronting.
well I guess it can be.
but who are we if we deny the warmth of a fellow human being?
who are we if we shy away from eye contact?
who are we if we deny others the light of our smiles?
we did have a piece de resistance, a most magnificent tall glass jar with a sign fortune cookies $1.
they were chinese chews.
jess made them.
Bec gathered together I Ching messages writing them out on purple paper.
they cut the slice rolled each piece in icing sugar then wrapped them individually in brown paper with the ‘fortune ‘ tucked inside.
the number of people who denied this experience we lost count of.
and as jess was heard to remark it is only a dollar.
we were a gold coin stall, our books were gold coin, the loquat tree seedlings were gold coin,
only the badges and Berets had ‘prices’
the Berets had a price to suit your head and I did actually sell two
but to members of the family.
oh well perhaps not the money spinner I thought.
bec says we need an edge. I say we are the edge.
the purpose was to have fun and cover the cost of the stall which we did.
and again Jess said for crying out loud it is only a dollar .
oh and our next market is going to be a free one.
how about that for an edge?
rain day after day
a leak discovered in the bathroom
John occupied himself bagging the walls in there
no not like yelling at them but spraying them with water and then rubbing hessian over to make it a smooth surface.
mud walls I am talking about.
what with the new cupboard looking so Milan John decided to take away the rough texture that he so admired 30 years ago.
they look great,
now he is thinking of painting them.
that is a omg story right there because he swore he would not have anything to do with the process of painting the house he built.too much of that when he was a kid.
in deed the painted walls that have happened have been a combination of friends and me.
this wall in the lounge room in front of the computer is psychedelic art done by my nephew when he was 18
brightly painted musical notes, guitar, a faerie a tree, the egg the eye rainbows; you know the really trippy themes of the 70’s .
its great and no he didn’t turn into an artist but a musician.
but let’s think about this word artist for a bit
we have such a narrow view of what an artist is.
I like that in the way of the Toltec we are all artists
the word heart contains heART .
also heartheartheart contains earth as earthearthearth gives heart
so within the earth is our heart and within our heart we carry the earth and from there we make our art.
language is just mind spinning when you get down to it.
so in the broadest possible terms we are all artists living within the palette of creation .
making up our lives as we go.
the saga of the bathroom continues with a little cupboard being built now.
that’s the thing with heavy rain it forces us to take up indoor projects
cuts a whole lotta options out right there under the too wet for that category.
I knit and I crochet and I cook and I write and I play with Kingston.
we like chasing at the moment giggling chasing heaps of noise
and playing our ukeleles together.
but the big news is that I am knitting a mauve shawl for the next bubba.
Zoe arriving in the weekend brings the new baby within her womb
and we are all over the moon for her for us but especially for the arrival of the next load of jellybean road brats.
And more big news is Bec who has been all over the world flew home last night and she will be appearing soon.
and then next week my dad is flying over from New Zealand to hang around with us all .
as John says the tide is coming in.