Life's a pretty precious...

Life's a pretty precious...

Sunday, 19 March 2017

THE HEAT IS OFF...A very vintage jacket and Indian skirts...




The heat is off... 
after the hottest summer on record in the Bellinger Valley.


J.B. and I continue to make the most of the last weeks of daylight 
saving with a delicious Friday evening ritual of fish and chips 
picnics...at the beach, above the beach, beside a river...


This pre-loved Indian skirt lit up as the sun sank in the west in Urunga -
an Aboriginal word meaning where two rivers meet. The Kalang and 
Bellinger Rivers meet here and flow out to the Pacific Ocean. 


 Lots of swishing and flow in this skirt...

...my favourite shrug making an appearance again.
 




Another gorgeous Friday evening, further upstream 
by the Kalang...this sandy, grassy bank - sculpture gallery
free of charge - seemed the perfect spot...
 
...to wander

...to ponder...
in pre-loved Indian skirt of Caro's and my Mum's 
Rain Cheta (the label still very clear) jacket which she wore
 on her honeymoon - in 1950!


The jacket's getting tired and thin in places 
but I love wearing it all the same - and they don't make 
zippers like this one any more. 











Celebrate Mother Nature's gifts...












Wednesday, 1 March 2017

LIFE'S A BEACH...

 I LIVE ON THE DRIEST INHABITED CONTINENT ON EARTH...



 Its interior has one of the lowest rainfalls in the world and about three quarters of the land is arid or semi-arid. 



 85% of Australia's population
live within 50 kilometres of 
the coastline.


I live a 15 minute drive 
from some of the many magnificent, often deserted
beaches and the Pacific Ocean. 

Beside the clear waters of the inlet at 
Valla Beach...



























 Shoe parking...                                                                                      A beach office...

                                                         ...and the view out the office window



 Over the Christmas and Easter holidays there's a mass 
migration...to the beach...


 ...to swim, fish, run, walk, wander,  camp, relax, rejuvenate...



hang out at beachy cafés...in sandy bare feet, sarongs, shorts, bathers...and 
hats that have seen a decade of 
beach holidays...


catch a wave...



 Become Superheroes...



...and feel the sun's last rays...

Summer "officially" finishes here on the last day of February...but 
the holiday feeling continues...through autumn, winter, spring...
 life's a beach...
 














Tuesday, 14 February 2017

THE 'B' WORD...and DRESSED (ALMOST) IN WHITE...

The 'B' Word...Balance
Defined as "a steady position so it doesn't fall"; "a situation in which 
different elements are equal or in the correct proportions"; an even 
distribution of weight enabling someone or something to remain upright and steady". 

My mind is balanced when it's clear - open 
to creativity and opportunity. 
When my body is balanced it's energised, strong and flexible -
movement is easeful.



When I'm balanced I'm free to be spontaneous, adventurous...to follow my intuition...

 

"...Available to constant flow and change, 
I can balance
at the edge of the 
unknown and 
experience 
fearlessness." 
Eva Karczag








Hang off the edge...
Breathe...
Let go...
Soar...

 





















Venture as far as I dare...


"Why not go out on a limb? 
       That's where the fruit is."
                           Mark Twain


When I'm balanced I'm
 Free from expectations, time restraints...
Weightless...
Healthly...
Joyful...
Loving...

My soul is nourished...




Namaste



Dressed (almost) in white...
Balinese lace white camisole, fisherman's pants,
Mexican turquoise (remaining one of a pair of earrings, a gift from J.B. 
over 30 years ago) now a pendant, turquoise drop earrings...
Twerked fisherman's pants, pre loved camisole, beautiful hand crafted obi belt - birthday gift a couple of years ago from (the other) Liz, oyster shell earrings, gift from my sister-in-law, Cate, last Christmas...





Monday, 23 January 2017

NEVER NEVER IN THE PROMISED LAND...a picnic in twerked harem pants...

 Never Never Creek, pristine and beautiful, begins its life 
at the foot of the Great Dividing Range in The Promised Land...
when the early European settlers arrived it flowed with milk and honey in the form of 'red gold' - cedar timber; verdant, lush pastures for dairying; rainfall and plentiful water; unsurpassed natural beauty...


The Promised Land is a ten minute drive from my house and I 
still fall under its magical spell...it's stunningly beautiful, peaceful, 
spiritual...the Gumbayngir people are the Aboriginal custodians
of the land.





Earthy leaves, 
 Moss, acid green...
Mirror pools...



Inhaling the forest
as I follow the winding track
towards the sound of 
rushing water... 
  






Picnicking beside the Never Never with a friend...
  






Red and white check table cloth, about my vintage, belonged to my Auntie Betty (even everyday table cloths were made of beautiful fabric back then); beach chairs are long lifers from the late 70's, re-covered in tough canvas; picnic baskets from another time...pre-loved scarves...
Delicious fresh food...  










 
Magical pools...



Spontaneous
dance...

Favourite Indian scarf discovered in a pre-loved sale at Bello Markets; my gorgeous hand crafted cotton shrug; Balinese lace top; Twerked (as in tweaked/reworked) harem pants...


I can't remember where I found the soft cotton harem pants, I've 
had them a while...but after many episodes of tripping over, getting 
hung up in the voluminous legs, I pulled out the cords, restitched a hem
and have very flowing culottes instead.

My scarves have many lives...    




Packing up the picnic...
And I leave, transformed...  


Linking to
 http://stylecrone.com/2017/01/01/hat-attack-42-irina-sardareva-hats/ 

Tuesday, 20 December 2016

CHRISTMAS, A VINTAGE SKIRT, A CHRISTENING GOWN IS A PETTICOAT...and WHITE WINE IN THE SUN...


CHRISTMAS...Summer, holidays, bare feet, 
gardenias, mangoes, fruit cake, 
cicadas, family, road trips, nectarines, 
apricots, frangipani, reading books, roses, swimming, cherries, 
early morning light, long evenings...






 
My Grandmother sent my Mum this blue and white 
Marks and Spencers polished cotton skirt 
before I was born. If only this quality of fabric 
were available today...

The white petticoat I'm wearing was my cousin's 
christening gown. I can't remember the details 
of how it came to be in our house but I do remember 
that it wasn't wanted anymore and that I saw potential in the long cotton lace (a scissor chop, quick sew and some elastic and a petticoat was born!)

My cousin is about 70 now and I admit I choose where I wear the delicate garment to preserve its longevity...     


   
This blouse had my name on it the moment I saw it in a boutique 
in Berry on the south coast with (the other) Liz a few 
years ago.  




 

  
  

Christmas coincides with the end of the school year in Australia and all the 
concerts, graduations and presentation ceremonies that go with it.
Many companies close for annual summer holidays and it sometimes 
seems like a dash for the finishing line to fit everything in...along with 
Christmas functions, shopping, preparations for family visits and 
packing for travel over long distances in warm to hot weather (but dressing is easy!)  




Thank you for visiting Fabulous Ageing 
this year. I'm going to take a break from 
the blogging world to rebalance and rejuvenate...to just BE... 








WHITE WINE IN THE SUN by Tim Minchim

This song is so full of our Australian Christmas sentiment...beautiful...

Happy Holidays, Best wishes for everything wonderful.