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welcome to the space station

6 Jul

Nath and I have been busy with house things.. finally! So sick of feeling like we just moved in, when we have been here for a year and a half now. As much as I would love to paint the whole house pink, I am exercising restraint – we’re going for dark grey, white, bright yellow and a few little pops of hot pink through the main parts of the house.

Sounds gross, huh? Trust me! Nathan didn’t, but when I actually painted little test patches on the walls, he decided the colors weren’t so bad after all. We are painting this weekend, so there will be photos.. how exciting. /deadpan

Apart from that, I’m trying to decided how I want my little room. It’s sort of an office, a study, a work room and somewhere to store all my junk. But seeing as I’m trying to make the rest of the house so gender-neutral in terms of decorating and colors, it’s also got to be outlet for everything pink, frilly, fluffy, sparkly and polka-dotted. Here are some ideas I’ve been collecting (I’m not sure of all the sources) :

I definitely need a wall (at least one!) like this in my room, covered in gorgeous words like flippant, fickle and flighty.

Not quite so pink, but still hella cute.

This one is bordering on too sugary-sweet. Even for me. Plus with my bratty little puppies, it’d be filthy in two seconds flat. But I love the stripes.

And this.. is the ultimate pink!

So, all my inspiration pictures are of spaces for sleeping or lounging around.. is this an indicator of how much work I will get done in my future room?

xx Bunny

busy bunny

14 Jun

I bought a domain! While I’m still at home getting better, I’m tricking it up for your viewing pleasure, so hold tight.

Apart from that, Rupert is settling in nicely. He and Posie have had a few little spats but they are currently asleep on the couch, one on either side of me. I am feeling pretty conflicted about it all – what is best for everybody, making sure that the dogs are getting equal attention and not bossing each other around, etc. It will take time, for sure.

And finally – I am having a 90’s music renaissance. Actually, when am I not having a 90’s music renaissance?! Here is one of my guilty dance-around-the-house-in-my-underwear songs:

As one of the commenters said, it seemed so much better at the time.

xx Bunny

living dead girl! and hopefully a puppy

5 Jun

My sister Jennifer wanted me to be the model for a school project, dealing with suicide (her idea). This is me; covered in chocolate sauce, in the bath with a petticoat slip on, trying not to giggle.

Fun fun fun. I’m still quite sick, which Jennifer said would only add to her photos! Behold my pointy eyebrows. She’s still editing her photos – this is just one I was playing with as a little demonstration for her on how to change colours, etc.

Also, this is the little dog we may (hopefully) be getting next weekend –

Meet Rupert.

It’s a tricky situation, and I am extremely hopeful that things work out. Rupert’s current owner has decided he needs a ‘forever-home’ with a family that can give him the time and attention he deserves; apparently he’s a sweet little darling to humans, but can be very timid and is scared of other dogs. Posie can be very full-on and a little overenthusiastic in her affection sometimes, so it will definitely take some work to introduce them to each other; slowly, in a way that both of them can deal with.

I’m also hoping that by the end of next week, I can have my room sorted out; my easel set up, my felt sorted by colour and stacked neatly, buttons in their jars, fairy lights strung across the curtain rail. It would be nice to have a place to get better..

xx Bunny

Posie’s 1st Birthday

17 May

On Sunday, my little puppy turned 1. Naturally, we had to have a birthday party for her – her uncles Gizmo and Bobby came over to say hello, as well as my family, Nath’s family and some friends. We sat around eating cheese and cake all afternoon, while Posie pranced around the house in her new pink sweater playing with her new toys. She got so many presents.. she is definitely spoiled!

I feel so grateful that my little munchkin spent this year with Nath and I. Pity she wouldn’t let me give her a bath or even clean her face up for some photos!

I love this dog so much. She barks incessantly, skitters across the floorboards at the slightest provocation and enjoys biting people. When I am sick, she collects dirty tissues from around the house to ‘feed’ to me. When I am not sick, she gathers woodchips, grass and insects as presents to put in my bed. She will run outside in the middle of the night to dance around in the mud, scamper back inside and decorate my bedsheets with black paw prints.

She is also extremely vocal. She talks constantly; always keen to express her well-developed sense of injustice, on issues such as “puppies deserve ice cream too” and “being asleep does not absolve you from playing with me”.

Last summer, teasing me with her toy

Posie started out small enough to fit in your pocket. Literally. She weighed 900g – you can order steaks that are bigger than she was. She left her mother, brother and sister all in the same day. No wonder she seemed so angry when she first saw us. She squeaked and then goose-stepped towards us menacingly, and we knew we wanted “that one”. We took her home with a tiny little red bow in her hair and debated names – I threw out suggestions like Sugarplum, Puppykins and Lady Lovelylocks, but Nathan wasn’t impressed. We called her Miso for about half an hour before we realized that it didn’t suit her at all, but suddenly she was Posie.. and it was just right.

First night we had her.

She spent the first few weeks of her new life shivering in this freezing, draughty house. She was afraid of walking on the wooden floorboards and was so tiny that she would only eat from a teaspoon and needed constantly supervision. Eventually she became bolder and would run around the house, hiding behind the piano and skittering under the couches without having to duck at all.

Our darling Posiepuff the Spacepup is the most annoying dog that ever existed, but also one of the cutest, loveliest, thoughtful puppies that I have ever met. So, happy birthday Posie! Thank you for being such a lovely part of our little family; this home would not be complete without you making us smile every single day.

xx Bunny

But for now..

14 May

I can’t just leave you with nothing. So, here are some other gorgeous things I’ve come across on teh interwebz (and in real life) this week:

1. Despite the fact that I almost always wear skirts and dresses, I only have a handful of pairs of really boring black opaque tights – this must change! These gorgeous Les Queues des Sardines stockings are screen printed by hand in limited editions. Want, want, want. The only place in Australia that sells them is in Sydney, alas.

2. Often, I find that every single pair of socks I own are in the wash at the same time. Nathanator realized my plight and did something particularly gorgeous last night – totally unexpectedly, he brought me home a cute little pair of pink sheepskin boots and a bunch of thermal explorer socks (IN CUTE COLOURS AND STRIPES, as opposed to all the ‘man’ colours they normally have). I’m so lucky to have a man who cares about my feet!

3. I’ve been reading up on how to grow strawberries (among other things) – last winter I totally forgot that you actually have to plant things at certain times of the year and missed out. My Dad has strawberries, mint, spinach, tomatoes, .. everything growing in his little inner-city garden – if he can do it, I should be able to, right? I found these ones via flickr and they look almost too good to be true – I can’t believe they came from someone’s garden.

nom nom nom nom nomimage via..

4. I chanced upon a really thorough and detailed corset-making tutorial that I can’t wait to try. The only thing putting me off is the huge amount of specialized materials involved, and it seems like something you get better at over time. But then I see pictures of Dita von Teese and I forget all that!

5. Back on house decorating, it often seems like most of Australia is stuck in this mid-nineties super-masculine sterile minimalist rut. A lot of people here build houses with companies who only offer a few design options – you only really get to pick out things like wall colours and doorknobs, but again, from a very limited range. As a result, a lot of people’s houses look pretty much the same, and people tend to buy/arrange furniture in the same sparse style they saw it in the example house. When looking for design inspiration, I often feel a bit lost and having to turn to international blogs and magazines, which presents even MORE problems because all the retailers are overseas! Here are some photos from my house inspiration folder (I’ve had them for a long time and have lost most of the sources, but if you know, let me know?):

We have doors exactly like this and far too many books; the plan is to build the bookcases from scratch. Summer project, I think!

This is what I want my room to look like! I love the colour - no wimpy non-committal 'feature wall', it's fierce.

I love the blue/green in an otherwise white kitchen, and how there is so much going on, but it still feels clean, light and airy - via Apartment Therapy.

I love thoughtful arrangements of photography and art - whether it's a grid or something more freeform. And mismatching cushions win, at everything.

6. I rediscovered Ruffled this week – a blog full of eye candy for anybody planning a unique vintage-inspired wedding. Being so geographically isolated from the rest of the world, it often feels like a lot of people in Australia are very behind on trends or stylistic ideas; conservative and scared to stray from what is ‘accepted’. I guess the same is true of how people decorate their houses. It’s a little bit sad – shouldn’t a wedding be a reflection of the couple, their unique style and interests, rather than a “we must have fifty million roses and the bridesmaids need matching haircuts and my shoes must match my dress and we need white taffeta on EVERYTHING, in a church (even though we’re not religious) with silver ribbon everywhere… and doves” affair? This couple is from the latest post on Ruffled, wearing a tweed jacket and a vintage dress found on eBay, and I think they look beautiful.

If I ever get married – we would eat cake, drink soda, dance to our favourite music, Nath wants to wear a top hat, I want to wear a tea-length peach dress with a magenta sash, and we want figurines of Mario and Princess Peach on top of a cake (or Skeletor and Lady Lovelylocks). Actually, I’m lazy – we’d probably just elope.

xx Bunny

Catastrophe Magnet

23 Apr

What a trash
To annihilate each decade

–  from ‘Lady Lazarus’ by Sylvia Plath

At midnight, in the park near Croxton station, while it was raining and huge bats were gliding above our heads and screeching in the trees, Audrey and I hung out and talked for hours the way silly teenage girls do – mixing up everything into a sort of mutual confessional with a hope for some sort of validation or understanding. Boys, travels, school, friendships, regrets, love, hate, family, skeletons in the proverbial closet, people who untag themselves from photos on facebook out of spite, how not being racist in conversation can make you appear even more racially preoccupied than someone who is overtly racist, grandmas, mean teachers, people with no personality, and the fact that in Buenos Aires, you can have ice cream delivered.

It was nice. I think we both needed it tonight.

But after everything, I was left with a question that totally destroyed any attempt at sleep. The concept of ‘sorting things out’… what if there are some people who never get things sorted out? As much as they long for a calm, comfortable, contented feeling of “everything is okay”, will some people just never get it?

A lot of not so great things have happened recently. A lot of them are still happening. However, things were looking up. Dad called from London and said he and Linda would be back in Melbourne on Saturday afternoon. Which means that Nath can come get me and all my stuff, and I can move back home. Which means things even basic sources of happiness like being able to sleep at night (Stuart and his quasi-girlfriend are practically nocturnal and have no understanding of ‘inside voices’ or the idea of not yelling at each other right outside someone’s bedroom door at 4am), eat properly (rather than living on iced tea, Le Snaks and nutella) and actually have a desk to study on. Getting to see my boyfriend and my puppy are perks too, definitely!

So, in that regard, two big things that have made me a bit miserable are finally being alleviated. I’m not quite sure then why the universe has decided to get me back for daring to feel optimistic about things.

  1. Nathan has been enlisted to stage manage an amateur musical, which is a relatively huge commitment. Which means that all this finally-actually-getting-to-see-each-other time I had been looking forward to is suddenly pushed forward a few weeks. He’s already a major grouch at the best of times (unless he’s on holidays), but the sudden extra lack of Nath-time and sleep is likely to make him pretty unpleasant for the hour or so I might get to see him on any given day. Minor annoyance/frustration/disappointment in the scheme of things, but it just stings a bit after being apart for long to realize that what we have looked forward to is still weeks away.
  2. But this one is the worst, and it’s not even happening to me. Something is majorly wrong with my Mum’s back. I have no idea what it is; neither does she yet, but it’s bad. The plan (my plan, rather) so far involves me going to her house, looking after her and my little brother and sister (who are actually not so little, but neither can cook, therefore are nutritionally helpless) so she can stop with the martyrdom, accept help and admit that she needs to rest and heal.

Once again it is proved – I am the catastrophe magnet. It’s probably not particularly rational to hold a hope that things will get ‘sorted’ or everything will one day feel alright; maybe my tolerance for disaster will just rise. Maybe. Right now, I just hope that all goes to plan for Dad and Linda and they arrive home on Saturday. I hope that production week runs smoothly enough so that Nathan gets out theatre at a halfway decent time. And I really, really hope that my Mum will be okay..

xx Bunny

PS: I spotted a pair of rainbow lorikeets eating fruit from a tree down the street today – lovely, unexpected and an incredibly welcome sight amongst all the doom and gloom going on.

PPS: Yes, it is 7am. Yes, I did stay up all night fretting and feeling miserable and powerless. Blergh. But I promise, next post, I will snap out of this malaise. Even though there are frustratingly time-consuming commitments and horribly painful back injuries, there are also rainbow lorikeets and fairy bread in the world..

There’s no place like home.. except overseas

29 Mar

So, Dad told me that daylight saving time ends today.
It does not.
Thanks Dad.

The dog and cat I am looking after while he is away seemed confused too – waking me up at 6:30am to be fed. RUDE.

So, yes – wishing that I could fast forward these next few weeks; being here in my Dad’s house and essentially under his command (despite him being overseas) is making me realize how much I like to do things my way, how much I miss my own space, my own things, even just the ability to feel comfortable in my own space. All of my books, films, music, everything.. it’s all in boxes in my Mum’s garage right now. Probably getting eaten by mice and bugs. Gah.

I like eating toast over the sink because I am too lazy (some would say smart) to have to wash a plate afterwards. I love the juxtaposition of an oriental tea set and a life-size facehugger from Alien as an interior decorating choice. I like drinking gin all night and then making videos of Nath dancing to theme songs from 70s Italian B-grade dinosaur vs hunter flicks. I love 3am trips to Kmart because I simply need to watch Independence Day or Dante’s Peak or Twister, right now.

Mope, mope, mope.

Catty is off to Europe in.. gee, a few months. I am v. jealous x 100. So I am planning an imaginary trip for me. Imaginary in that it probably won’t happen, but planning it because it might. I would love to go to Taiwan for a few weeks, maybe take Nath and show him where I grew up, visit people I haven’t seen in a million years. I’d love it – roaming around Taipei, never sleeping, doing all the things I wanted to do when I was little but didn’t, going down to Taichung, visiting Sun Moon Lake and Taroko Gorge, etc. I stalked my old house on Google maps and found that it is most probably uninhabited now – the swimming pool is empty and full of dust, the garden is totally unkempt. It’s sad; I would honestly buy it if I could.

xx