GROWING SEASONPosted by Ellie Ingram on
It's been a little while.
But things are happening. Things have happened in fact. I remember, through the mist of baby brain, at some point saying I'd only write a journal entry if something interesting happened.
Also, this time round I believe I have a good excuse of absence.
Blame a little lady named Amber.
INTO THE GARDENPosted by Ellie Ingram on
It is actually okay not to do anything. It is allowed. This is such a bizarre concept. The doing of nothing. Why do we find it so hard not to do anything? There is always something to do.
So after a little resistance, I stopped doing stuff. Without anything to do and such nice weather, I went into the garden.
HOMEPosted by Ellie Ingram on
It must have been all the house talk.
I talked a lot about houses last year. Wax carved houses, silver houses, enamelled houses. Houses like lockets - with back walls that lower down to reveal secret drawbridge gardens. With swings and paddling pools and space hoppers.
All the houses that I've lived in and how I would make them in miniature silver form. And as my last post revealed - I actually made some houses. After an extended Mexican stand off between myself and the mojo.
I thought deeply about houses in general. Not just 'Bug' houses, but - what exactly is a house?
What is a home?
RETURN OF THE MOJOPosted by Ellie Ingram on
GRANDPA'S HANDSPosted by Ellie Ingram on
NEW NEIGHBOURSPosted by Ellie Ingram on
Things have a funny ol' way of working themselves out. Do you remember Bee from a couple of posts back? The lovely lady that I made the mighty Marmite necklace for? As it turns out, Bee and her housemate Ash were looking for a studio space so they have now moved into the workshop to fill Kate's spot.
Workshop buddies united through a mutual love of Marmite.
BLUEBELL PHOTO WALKPosted by Ellie Ingram on
Half way round the reserve mossy logs started appearing. I loved taking photos of these. I think perhaps because they take me to places envisioned in my childhood from fairy tales. The circular walk is so long that by this point I had lost the rest of the group. It felt quite magical to be alone in the woods. If it weren't for the sound of the motorway you could think you'd entered The Secret Garden or Narnia.
A MARMITE MEETING OF SORTSPosted by Ellie Ingram on
I knew Bee was serious when I saw her Marmite collection. I was in awe. Just look at this. This is taking Marmite love to a whole 'nother level.
I felt a little intimidated truth be told. I didn't realise there were people out there this fanatical. I mean I always knew I wasn't alone in my personal Marmite patriotism, but I've since been informed that there are some pretty crazy obsessed marmite fans out there. There is even a Marmite collectors community. Who knew?
Straight away I knew that this girl needs her Marmite necklace. And I was honoured to be the one to step up to the plate and deliver this mighty challenge.