Dreamweavers

These are a few of my favourite things. They have been collected over a few years now either from op shops, the dump, my noons house, past down from the family or other peoples trash.

 I love this container. My Noon (nanna) pulled it from her back room behind the shed and knew I would love it. At the moment it is doing a great job at being my rubbish bin, but it has also been a dirty washing holder and a place to store my towl.

 My two soliders are my most special. The russian doll was my uncles and the wooden solider was hand made by my Granddad. My uncle passed away when I was four-ish which is a shame because he was a dancer and I know we would have been close. My Granddad passed away when I was fourteen. He had a heart transplant when I was a baby so he got an extra fourteen years to watch his grand kids grow up. I wish he stayed around a little longer though, I dont think my fourteen year old self really appreciated him. I am glad I have some of his hand crafted things, it reminds me how talented he was.

 I love these tea spoons, I really need to have a tea party so I can use them. My Noon thought I was silly buying second hand tea spoons, her words where "I have perfectly good tea spoons at home you can have". The best part about them is they have towns of New Zealand on them. I am on the look out for more to add to my collections. Dont tell Noon.

 I have too much stuff that I am not willing to let go of. So this makes a nice storage unit until I get my own house.

 This is Poppa, he is my other granddad, my dads dad. He passed away when I was seventeen. I have the fondest memories of him. He was incredible with his hand. From cross stitching, to carving, drawing or making things, he could do it all. My favourite memory of Poppa was his final birthday with us. By this time he has forgotten most things but when we arrived for his birthday he smiled at my arrival and held my hand until we sat down. Maybe he had no idea who I was, but for me it meant the world. I miss this man a lot, it is a good thing my Dad is slowly but surely turning into him....or is that a good thing?

 Thanks Daniel for the antlers and Ryan Berney for the amazing paper flowers and vase.

 You can never have too many cameras or photos.

My beautiful mother. Where would I be with out her. She is far to good to me, I have been missing her a bit lately, why do we live 6 hours apart! See you soon mumma.