Counting down to the move

Master 7 tells me (loudly and early) this morning: "Six sleeps until the new house!"

What a slap in the reality-sphere for me! Despite having packed a heap of boxes, there is still so much to do. I am trying not to panic. I'm getting too old for this moving malarchy...

Me aged 4 with my Irish setter 'Toby' and my dear Grandad, in the garden of my childhood home. Circa 1978.

Somewhere amongst the boxes I managed to retrieve my knitting box, so that in moments of stress I can cast on or crochet just for the pleasure of it, not making anything. Amazing how relaxing it is, and healthier than mindless eating!

On the back of an old Coles receipt, a recipe for cheese scones written by my Nan - I love these bits of ephemera from the past.

The sewing machine is still not packed, I think it and the knitting box will now be packed absolutely last, as they are sanity-savers as we all know.

Random image of Miss 3 doing the dishes - she loves helping with chores -

This weekend in Canberra is a wonderful example of the joys of the Capital. Floriade opened yesterday, and continues until Sunday 11 October. The Handmade Markets were yesterday. Despite not having the camera (no idea where it is) I loved seeing Michelle, Jen, 'Nina', Redmag, and so many others, including the talented mother/daughters team of Eliza Clare. Lots of images at their sites and at the Handmade Homepage.

Off the swimming now for the little people then on with the day. Hope you have time for a hot cuppa and a moment in the sun.

xx