Good things in Melbourne this week

Following on from Yarnstorm’s lead, I thought I might do my own version. Here’s are some of the good things from my week:
Seeing that Amelia enjoys Pre-school and has even made her first friend although she has trouble recognising her from session to session because of the change of clothes. “Is that really her? Yes, I guess it is, her hair cut is the same”.

Finishing some more paintings for the Hudson show:

Fish n chips on St Kilda foreshore

Lunch with Ben and Suze and the kids followed by a walk up to the nearby park to eat ice-cream and listen to live music with huge amounts of people huddled in the shady spots.

Having early Sunday morning coffee at the Camberwell Flea Market with my good crafting buddies Cass, Kylie and Ms Honey and remembering how incredibly good it is to get together with them, and how inspired I am when I come away.

Discovering the joys of Prahran Market with not one but three organic fruit and veg stalls and an organic butcher.

Rain! Lots of it.

Taking a trip to buy doors from a second-hand, building demolition place and finding hundreds and hundreds of old doors to sort through… only to just happen upon an wonderful old door with two glass panels in it, one etched like this:

Reading Howard’s End and finding it far more interesting than I would have previously imagined. The characters are complex and the situations compelling.

Planning a weekend away in the “big smoke” with Big-P, our last hurrah before child number two graces us with her presence.

30 Responses to “Good things in Melbourne this week”


    Oooh that painting is so cute!
    Really love the door too – I love birds. Must check out that shop!

    Thanks for the inspiring and entertaining reading ^_^


    HER presence ????? I love that door – what a find! And your painting is just gorgeous.


    Claire I’m cracking up over your daughter not recognizing her friend each time but for the hair cut. Toooooo funny.
    And I’m in love with the etched door panel!


    I’m so glad I wasn’t the only one to have thought I missed something with the ‘her’ bit 🙂
    And I did laugh about recognising friends. If only they’d wear the same thing each time.


    I just had to come back again because I had thoughts that I had missed something and I had just made a terrific fool of myself, so am quite happy you have confirmed that she is a “she”. As the mother of two little girls and being totally biased, having two “sisters” is a joy. Not withstanding that having two healthy happy children is all that matters.


    Not at all to do with the arty goodness (and I love the bird! I want one for my door!), but Howard’s End is indeed a fantastic read. I read it grudgingly during my undergrad until I got to the third chapter by which point I was hooked. It’s tremendously sad though, with an unusual-for-Victorian-littwist at the end. Forster has an incredibly sardonic approach to the network of relationships each character experiences. O! You’re making me want to read it again!

    If you like it, try the Forsythe Saga — I’ve only read the first volume (well, it could be a library unto itself!), but was similarly enraptured.


    Yay for a second girl! I grew up with two sisters – there was a lot of drama, but it was worth it!


    If you like Howard’s End you might be fascinated by Zadie Smith’s ‘On Beauty’ which is a very sharp and surprising homage to Forster and Howard’s End in particular.


    Funny funny about Amelias little friend. Shell love making new friends and telling everyone about her new “sister”. This situation reminds me of my litte brother. He was terrible at recognizing people. However, his story is quite different but equally funny. He’d wring my neck for telling. Whenever he would meet someone he would have to stand within inches of them and if he weren’t he would squint and make a face. Mom scolded cause it was rude. In the third grade he wanted to sit in the front row all the time. The teacher explained to him that the front was for the naughty kids. Den didn’t care cause he couldn’t “see” from back there. He needed glasses in the worse way and when he got them the squinting (and scoldings) stopped. Mom and dad were mortified that they missed this. 🙂


    I often get depressed and think how much my life has changed (and now I have no 2 on the way) how much time I loose to do things I love such as painting and general creative thinking. But your web site has truly inspired me like you would not believe! I love your search for inspiration and your projects that come out of this search. Thank you, Claire and all who are involved at

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