NEW CHAPTERS + GOING HOME

When it rains it pours! 2013 is proving to be a year of change. From a non-blogger to a blogger. From a Miss to a Mrs. And now from an apartment renter to a house renter. Yes, the garden should be scared. We have been looking for a place for the better part of a year now. Our lease was up on our eastern suburbs unit and, though spacious and quirky, the challenges or renting an older place began to get too much. Mould in the walls, cracks in the ceiling, no internal laundry. I do really love the style of Art Deco apartments, but if the building isn't well maintained you don't have a chance in hell. My niece lovingly referred to the back stairs as the "witch stairs" because they were creaky and full of cobwebs. 

Well, Z, we are trading the witch stairs for a little semi-detached cottage that, while not brand new, is completely renovated. The one place that they have let nature roam free a bit is the back yard, which is like a little Frenchy come English overgrown garden with ivy tracing up the fence, and sprinklings of flowers here and there. I may even plant some of my own! Who knows what the future of this little house will bring. That garden is screaming out for fairy lights though. Everywhere. It's going to be Christmas every night of the year in our house! We move in on the 20th of April, so I will post some pictures of our new abode when everything has been unpacked.

An on the topic of homes, this weekend I am in the homiest home I know. Mum's place. While the house she is on now is not the house I grew up in as a teenager, she has painted, gardened and furnished this place into "chez" heaven. Here are a few snaps I took of the garden, her pride and joy!

One half of the dynamic bakery duo, Muffin. Born in 1999, we adopted Muffin and Biscuit as a way for me to get over my crippling fear of dogs. Before we got them, I was known to climb on cars to get away from dogs. One of the saddest days of my life was the day we had to put Biscuit down. I had been living in Sydney for a few years, and had come home for the first time in 18 months. The night I arrived home she got sick. The next morning, after one awful night, as a family, we made the decision to let her go. That was a few years ago now, Muffin will be 14 in December. Dogs are something else, aren't they? Like furry little four legged humans that can't talk and love to poop in your shoes. What more could you want in a friend?

Batman and I move next weekend. I promise photos will come soon. But in the meantime, wish me luck in sorting out the ridiculous amount of "stuff" we have accumulated in the last 3 years. I don't know how it's possible for someone to forget they bought a fancy toaster. Three times. Ebay, here I come.