Showing posts with label craft markets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label craft markets. Show all posts

Monday, 13 March 2017

A day at the Ballarat Begonia Festival

 
 
This weekend was a long weekend in the state of Victoria because today was Labour Day. I'm not sure what that is but to whoever Mr or Mrs Labour is that we have a day off work named after them, I thank you.
 
Yesterday afternoon whilst perusing the Instagram, I came across a photo of beautiful flowers labeled #ballaratbegoniafestival.
 
Ballarat is only an hour west-ish from Melbourne. I googled this thing and hurriedly smashed a text message off to the Bear declaring, "How is it there is a huge flower festival near Melbourne this weekend and I didn't go!"  Then followed by at least 5 emoticons of a crying face. And maybe a flower.
 
Bless his furry little heart because just as I had written off the weekend and thought I was going to spend to day doing laundry, he said we should go the next day. Today!
 
I took a million photos. This blog post has approximately half a million. 
 
The Bear drove, I crocheted. A match made in heaven! *yes, this is one of my hands. it does not belong to a man, just a former horticulturist.
We arrived!

The Ballarat Begonia Festival is held in the Ballarat Botancial Gardens on the banks of Lake Wendouree. In the era known affectionately as my 'yoof' (youth), I trained as a horticulturist.

I walked away from working in that industry as the income was little more than that of a supermarket checkout chick and years of sun exposure rendered many of my female work colleagues looking older than their grandmothers. Being the vain little thing I was in my mid twenties, I desired a decent income and a life of skin cancer avoidance.  However I will still completely Geek Out In botanical gardens, floriades, florists, garden festivals and anywhere near large trees. Like this one...

Sequioadendron giganteum. AKA The Sienna Redwood.  Isn't she beautiful?  I have had that Woody Guthrie tune buzzing around in my head all day!
  There was an avenue with bronze busts of all the former Australian prime ministers. Adorned with floral wreaths for the festival!
 
Kevin Rudd aka Kevin 07, aka smiles for the camera and acts super friendly but was known to be a raging cranky Napoleon to his staffers behind closed doors. Also known for dropping loads of F-bombs....
 
Lovely Julia. The abuse she copped has possibly guaranteed no female will want to be prime minister for at least another 200 years.
 
Good Old Bob Menzies. I used to use the Menzies library a lot when I studied at the Australian National University in Canberra. It was haunted. Maybe by Menzies.
 
Dear Harold Holt. He walked into the sea and never walked out. Then they named a swimming pool after him. Because #australiahasasicksenseofhumour
 
Another PM who has a suburb somewhere named after him....
 
And little Johnny Howard...
 
The great Cunning Linguist (he would appreciate that), Paul Keating.
 
The garden beds were filled with the most amazing dahlias. This one is as big as my head!
 
A bed of Fragrant Plum roses.
 
 
 
So if this is a Begonia Festival, where are the begonias????
 
See that big glasshouse past the statue of Wallis?
Let's go inside!
 
 

 
 

 
The Bear and I. This was just after our arrival. After 3 hours of trudging around the gardens, getting hungry, constantly yelling at Sonofagun No.2 to stop trying to walk on the garden beds, telling a hangry (hungry/ angry) SOG No.2 that yes, we were getting food soon, sorry we can't get food soon because the lines at the food trucks were a mile long etc, the smiles were wiped off our faces....
 
 
A lego umbrella!
 
 
 
 

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
A beautiful mermaid in the very very large sandpit play area.
 
Because in Australia, kangaroos are everywhere.
 
There was exactly 10 lego sculptures hidden around the gardens as a part of a treasure hunt/ competition to win a cruise. It was actually quite fun.
After we left, finally fed ourselves and the hangry Sonofagun No.2 and the Bears cub, we decided it was time to go home.

BUT just on the outskirts of Ballarat we saw the signs to the Ballarat Mill Market. I have already visited the one in Daylesford and Geelong. These markets are huge antique and old wares emporiums...



Be still my beating heart! A copy of Desolation Boulevard by 70s glam rock band Sweet! I would have happily slapped down 35 bucks EXCEPT it was an Australian release which does not include one of my favourite songs Ballroom Blitz. Apparently only US releases of the album have it. Sad face.


This place is so huge and has so much stuff, it is easy to be overwhelmed. Just as well theres a café inside to rest your overwhelmed eyeballs!

Um, excuse me Sir. Have you seen a US version of Desolation Boulevard by Sweet around here anywhere? Or a budgie vase?





All of the anodized bickies tins and ALL of the pyrex.
Phew!  And would you believe I walked out of there and only purchased a small pokemon badge for Sonofagun No.2? True!

What a fun day! Thanks for visiting!

What did you get up to this weekend?

xox
Louise
The Red Haired Amazona

Friday, 13 January 2017

Christmas in Mollymook 2016

Hello Lovelies!

I hope you all had a lovely Christmas in your part of the world.

Here in Kangarooland it has been warm and sunny. Just how we like our Christmasses!.

This year we made the trek up to the Motherships for Christmas to a little slice of heaven that I have told you about before called Mollymook.

The most important part of the pre-trip preparations involved the long and arduous decision making process of What Yarn To Take.
I had a basket for Things To Crochet While Away, and a smaller bag of yarn which was for Things To Crochet In the Car.


After a long 10 hour drive, we arrived at our destination. I may have shown you this before, but this is my favourite view of Mollymook Beach that signals our arrival. Isn't it amazing?
 


After settling in at the Mothership and Fatherdoms castle, we all wandered down to the local dog walking beach Narrawallee Beach.  

We park our cars in a little car park, then walk a short way through this glorious bushland.  Would you like to take a walk with us?














This is Sister Amazonas' Furbaby Phil Collins bringing me the frisbee again for the millionth time. He loves it so much, we're more than happy to oblige.  And in case you're wondering, he hasn't quite mastered the drums yet.



Do you have these in your part of the world? Here we call them Christmas Beetles.







I have spent alot of time crocheting in this place on the back deck.  


On Christmas Eve Sonofagun No.2 wanted to leave a little something for Santa and the reindeer. Lucky Santa was left a small fruit mince pie, a small bottle of Chivas Regal and a carrot for the reindeer. 
Santa is a bit of a pisspot.


Fortunately the Sonofaguns didn't wake us TOO EARLY. SOG1 kept SOG2 preoccupied playing PS3 for a little while.


Sister Amazona made a delicious punch.


It was made from Dry Ginger Ale, Soda Water, Tropical juice, with chopped strawberries and ripped mint leaves.


I made my World's Famous Trifle. The one on the left is the boozy one, and the one on the right is the non- alcoholic one.

 
 
This is me on Christmas Eve making the trifles. I must admit the boozy trifle is VERY boozy. I don't tip in a little teaspoons' worth of Sherry. Possibly it might be a fair estimate that maybe almost half the bottle ends up in there. But that's what's SOOOOO damn good about it! Especially the next day when all the sherry has soaked through the cakey bit to the bottom. Manna!
 
There's absolutely no such thing as a non- boozy trifle unless it's for Aunty Martha Stewart who is very good and doesn't partake, or for young'uns.
 
Having said that, I'm an Aussie child of the 70s who was allowed to eat the same boozy trifle as the adults, and I turned out alright? (Notice how I finished that sentence with a question mark)
 


 The Motherships Christmas Table.

 
So I've mentioned my Auntie Martha Stewart many times over the years. She taught me how to crochet when I was pregnant with Sonofagun No.1.
 
Would you like to meet her?
 
Tah-dah! Foxy Auntie Martha Stewart (aka Auntie Jane) with some crochet and a cup of tea.
 


After a day of too much food and alcohol, we all sat in a food stupor and watched a classic Christmas movie Die Hard 2.

Obviously taken when an ad was on.

We have played inappropriate card games...


Most days we went for long beach walks...


Wandered around local shops with nice things...


And funny things.


And pretty things.

 

I finally acquired my very first pair of thongs.  I don't really like thongs. I hate having chunky things between my toes. In much the same way with underwear 'thongs': I don't chunky things between my butt cheeks either.


But I needed something to wear for walking to the beach.  Mothership bought these pretty ones for me for $5. They matched my toenails so I'm happy to wear them.  I felt a little bit more Australian all of a sudden. 

After I took my Thong/ Orange Toenail photo, I felt something wriggling under the hem of my dress and this little gecko jumped out. I must admit I kind of squealed like a Choir Boy in a half hearted way. I didn't think it was a spider, so it was more of a fright reaction. 


Once I realised it was just this little guy, I caught him to show off to Sonofagun No.2.


He then slowly made his way up my arm....



And into my hair.


He was quite happy up there, but whenever he wriggled around, it felt like I had mega nits, so asked the Mothership to come and get him.

He was then released safely into the garden.

Whilst there was lots of beach walking and rock exploring, we only had one occasion when we packed up all of the things to hang out at the beach. I'm not really a fan of sitting at the beach, getting sunburnt, sand in my swimmers, getting eaten by sharks etc, but the Bear wanted to 'hang out at the beach' so I was happy to oblige.

Sonofagun NO.2 floated around on his giant blow up ice block for a while. An old lady wandered over to him because she thought he had fallen asleep.


This was my main beach activity from the entrance of our little beach tent. If you're wondering why there was a lot of rocks around, we were at a sheltered little cove called The Bogeyhole.


 
 
 
 

So we enjoyed the Fatherdom and Motherships beautiful garden.




 
 
 

Watched fireworks on New Years Eve over Ulladulla Harbour.


After the fireworks, we left the Sonofaguns with the Grandparentals and went to the neighbouring village of Milton for a few quiet ales at a lovely little bar called Harvest. There was live music and funny, drunk locals.




 
And I crocheted circles

 
 
Lots of circles.
 


Which has continued now at home...


And the circles are becoming squares.


I'm still enjoying the summer holidays with the Sonofaguns. I think these circles will become a blanket but it may take some time.


Thanks for reading! I hope you had a wonderful Summer/ Winter Chrissy & New Year break.
Thanks for hanging out with me last year. Cheers to a very yarny 2017!!

xox
Louise

The Red Haired Amazona