Life's a pretty precious...

Life's a pretty precious...

Tuesday, 20 September 2016

BELLO PEOPLE...


Not technically a "Bello Person", she has more power and presence than any human as she runs through our lives. The Bellinger river - serene, fresh and clear or tempestuous and dangerous in flood both divides and connects our town and valley. From her source at the foot of the mountains to the sea where she meets the Kalang River at Urunga (meaning where two rivers meet) she is awesome in her beauty. 
Legend has it that the Bellinger Valley was dominated by a feminine presence so strong that it kept the local Aboriginal men away. 

Early morning from my balcony above the Bellinger River, end of winter low, awaiting the summer rains...

I have been one of the Bello people for almost 18 years, drawn here because of its natural paradise and its amazing eclectic community.










I have been washing walls, touching up paint and oiling doors - ongoing joys of being a home owner. The ladder was there - A prop! I showered, changed, and tried to fit myself into the rungs! 

My vest, pre loved, discovered in a fabulous Op Shop (Op meaning Opportunity) in Newtown, Sydney. It's velvet and I love it. 

The gypsy shawl has appeared in a couple of earlier blogs. I love wrapping shawls around pants and skirts...

Pre loved stretch jeans discovered in Vinnies for $5 - almost brand new!




















My beloved red Justin western boots - J.B. brought them back from Texas after a trip there in 1985. They've been re heeled and worn and worn... with various costumes. 













 




 










The well heeled ladies on 
 Gelato Bar wall...


Bello people...a cast of colourful 
individuals from all corners of 
the globe, drawn here by the same reasons
I was...They're colourful, earthy, outrageous, 
conservative, young, elderly, farmers, 
arty, sporty, famous, sassy, hippie...

I am always entertained, bowled over, amazed...and grateful that I am part 
of this extraordinary community.   





 






Bernie,
dressed by Vintage...





























Jillian, the queen of pre-loved clothing and accessories... 




Bruce and Robert from Gelato Bar travelling through the 1950's 
on the drinks refrigerator...















 Luke, creatively 
stylish...dressed 
by Pre-Loved and 
Vintage... 












 



 Lovely Hanna from Gelato Bar, creative, unique...







Julie...a little bit hippie, a little bit urban...








 Mary Bernadette, dancer, motorcyclist... 




Tos, approaching 80, always colourful, always creative, wise, outrageous...






Other Bello people...stunning at the market.

















 Sleeping Aboriginal Man at sunset...he's high above the valley...



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Thursday, 8 September 2016

BYE BYE WINTER

Back home in Bello, I haven't been able to find out what this old building was originally but when I moved here it housed a vetinary clinic. Now it is 
very quiet - except when J.B. and I do a photo shoot in the alley ( I also ride La Vie through here when I've been at Gelato Bar, a short cut to the back lane).
I'm actually wearing clothes which were all purchased brand new! BUT...there are stories...I fell in love with the Italian wool shawl when I stopped at a little boutique in the Adelaide Hills in the early 70's. It was expensive but I knew I would have it forever. 40 plus years later... The long mohair jumper/short dress is also from the same period as the shawl - a Carla Zampatti



My Metalicus skirt (worn previously in Spontaneous Intuition) has a few  decades to catch up.
 



I love Bellingen Gelato Bar  and its "retroness".
Their gelato is sublime...






 
Remember to go by 
the ATM on the way...









                                                                                                                       



 Their staff are young and fabulous - the most gorgeous, creative dressers...

Beautiful Hanna in her "Russian" hat, (her outfit is a dress which she found online) makes me wonderful coffees...


 The former entrance to the Vetinary clinic, now the back 
wall of the Gelato Bar courtyard. 

As we speed towards the Spring equinox in my part of the world, 
the birds are singing earlier in the morning, the sun is setting later 
behind the mountains, the firewood is being stored...
the air is fragrant...
The days of wearing boots and early morning scarves are numbered...
BYE BYE WINTER... 
    






Wednesday, 31 August 2016

RETRO AFTER THE SNOW

After farewelling the Narrabeeners at the famous Holbrook Bakery (compulsory stop on
 a trip south or north) J.B. and I drove home via the inland route. It's a two day drive from 
Falls Creek to Bello (1,200 kms) so we stayed overnight in Mudgee at the Cobb and Co Court Boutique Hotel - a circa 1850's brick coaching inn. We always feel (a lot) empty after saying goodbye to any of our family and so dinner in the Stables Restaurant and indulging in a lovely suite (up narrow outside stairs above the courtyard...soft carpet covering wooden floors which still creak in spots...) got us back to being just the two of us again.



 


  Mudgee is in the central west of 
New South Wales and in winter has 
very cold, clear nights (there was a good 
frost on the roofs when we woke)
and sunny days so my 1987 coat was 
perfect for our early morning wander. 
I bought it from a Montgomery Ward
catalogue when we lived in Texas 
and it's still in "as new" condition. 
I love the zip up bit inside at the top.


My head warmer came from another time 
at Falls Creek - about the same time as 
the one piece snow suit...

  
Mudgee became the centre for local goldfields after gold was discovered 
in nearby towns in 1851. 
Today, it has developed as a wine producing region and rural produce. 
The mining boom in 2010 - coal in nearby Ulan - sent real estate prices 
rocketing. Mudgee's close proximity to Sydney (under 4 hours) makes it a desirable weekend escape. There are many beautiful, restored buildings in the town. 




























The courtyard of Alby & Esthers café, full of charm and history. 
And fabulous pumpkin and fig loaf (toasted, with butter) for breakfast! 







I love the facade of this restaurant and couldn't resist having a peep inside...






Vineyards and vineyards...
 

Tuesday, 23 August 2016

RETRO IN THE SNOW



A week in a beautiful white world...the hum of the chairlifts, an occasional snowmobile, a currawong on the wing, voices at play...

 


 For me, a holiday means getting away - completely - being in every moment, savouring the whole experience.
I abandon the internet and the pictorial memories stay in my camera. I love the excitement of loading up photos onto my computer when I come home (remember the days when you had a couple of rolls of holiday film in your bag and you had to wait to get them developed? And then the surprise when you got to relive those happy times again, print by print?)








From our balcony we see the early sunlight...
Falls Creek alpine resort is between 1210 and 1870 metres (6,000 ft) above sea level. It was developed after the Kiewa Hydroelectric Scheme began. 
The first ski lodge was built in 1948 on land previously used only for summer cattle grazing in the natural alpine grasslands. 
The first lift, a rope tow, was built in 1951 and the first chair lift in Australia was built in 1957. Cattle grazing is no longer permitted due to concerns about their impact on the fragile alpine environment. Some of the cattlemen's huts still survive.   




J.B. and I were joined by The Narrabeeners - fabulous bonus time with Lochlan and Paige...building snowmen, hot cinnamon donuts,
Loch's tales of jumping over snow mounds as high as the ceiling,
reviving Happy Families card games at night...  








I love my red one piece suit - aged about 
25 years fabulous now...as are the red 
turtle fur cap and red and black 
turtle fur neck warmer...bought here
at Falls Creek (on impulse, because I 
loved the colours, in a sale) when bibs and braces
and other - often fluoro - one piece suits
were the must haves. 



   

 

The snow falls...


Retro everywhere...






This down jacket, bought in 1987 during our time in the U.S. has been a true family one...the boys wore it when they were teenagers and then I claimed it. Made for the North American winter, it's toasty warm. The hat is also fabulously aged, must be approaching 30, and still good as new. (I have to decide, though, whether to brush the white "hair" to the right or left, or straight up! And because I have very short hair, this is such a fun option!)
 




J.B. proudly wearing "Sochi Puffy" - Superman's gift 
to his Dad after the 2014 Olympics - on a walk through the snow gum lined streets...only skiiers, boarders, pedestrians and oversnow vehicles permitted...


 
 








...cafés, bars and restaurants abound... 
art installations...
Interesting lodges...

Beautiful views... Spion Kopje, (1835 metres) in the distance. 
The ghostlike reminders of the 2003 bushfires are still visible



 Fireworks...accessorised...



   
 J.B. and I are spirited up to Cloud 9 on Halleys Comet...




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