Sunday marks another Mother’s Day without my mum. I was fortunate to have so many with her, but her absence is felt at certain times of the day, year, a minute, or even a passing moment. To all of you out there who are mothers or are lucky enough to have there mum, have a very special day. I shall be celebrating my mother-in law with my husband this year with a lovely lunch, family and a sponge cake.

My mother's brooch I wore on my wedding day. Photo courtesy of TWK Studios Brisbane

 

Stay close to those you love,

Siren. x

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Every time I have a few spare hours to myself, I steal away to the Paddington Antique Centre. I am absolutely fascinated with all manner of trifle trinkets, glorious old pieces of furniture, and rusty farmhouse finds amongst the ‘only in a second-hand place will you find that smell’ vintage clothing. I am in no way religious, but I do come here to worship…regularly.

The Centre is seemingly always kept company by a curious array of slow walking visitors with their mouths slightly agape or else eyes trained for scratches, dints and glimmers of hope for a keen and rare find.

A little about the Centre from their website:

“This heritage listed building has been used as an antique centre since May 1985. With more than 50 dealers in the centre, you can always expect a great variety of stock. Including English, Australian, French & Asian furniture, collectable costume and estate jewellery, vintage and retro clothing and accessories, lighting, Australian pottery, clocks & watches, photographic equipment, china, glass, silver, linen, buttons, military, rustic European, arts & crafts, art nouveau, art deco, the list goes on…. open 7 days a week 10am – 5pm”

The endless turn over and creativity of display practices offer no end of browsing potential on an afternoon antiquing session and I have often lost hours in my search for particular items to gift to people or instead make room for in our home. People who collect will understand the incessant need to search for just the right version of whatever the heck you are looking for. I found many objects here in preparation for the wedding and many of those objects have been integrated back into the household (more on this later). But, you don’t need to go here with a mission of any sort, I took my Dad, a man in his 60′s from a regional town who grew up working and living on a farm, was on  a visit to Brisbane and was delighted to find and explain many War memorabilia, farming and everyday objects to me. The importance of these objects and the lives they must have witnessed is a good thing to be reminded of in the haste and disregard of contemporary society. I think he would make a wonderful tour guide for the centre.

A romantic and bohemian atmosphere full of the promise of a rare and precious find.

People always seem to flit around Paddington with no more of a mission than to find a good shop to browse in and a coffee to critique. The Antique centre offers both, but I prefer the Java Lounge just a few shops up for a cosy couch, and settle in for a bit of people watching.

Love the old Pidgeon holes, and the random Scottish head plaque.

I hope to see you around Paddington shortly. Do you have any favourite spots, Antique or second-hand places? I hope to feature many more shopping spots, as I allow myself more time to get out and away from the day job.

Siren. x

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I made these cheesy potatoes for my hubby the other night and on a whim, (cos they tasted and looked so dam good!) I pinned them to Pinterest. Well behold, in a very short time over 400 repins and almost 100 likes later, still going strong on the Pinterest front.

Melt in your mouth with a bit of crunch - cheesy potatoes be mine!

Receipe for you!:
Thinly slice some golden chap (or any waxy potatoes) and snuggle them into a tray.
Combine chopped rosemary and thyme (fresh is best) with some olive oil, salt, pepper and a few little dollops of duck fat. Duck fat is a must in my books, but any Vegetarians or Vegans can skip this option and go for the good ol’ olive oil or even Bran oil because it has a higher burning point than most other oils.
Bake uncovered on about 200 C. for 1- 1/2 to 2 hours and for the last 20 mins add chunks of a vintage cheddar in and around the potatoes. For best results make sure you tip off the extra juices and baste about twice during cooking. Enjoy!
I will be making these again tomorrow for a little family BBQ, but I have a feeling I will need a much larger tray as they are too ridiculously morish.
I hope your weekend plans are just what the doctor ordered.
Also, don’t forget to follow me on Pinterest.
Siren. x

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It can’t just be me who randomly finds chairs on the side of the road….right? Other people slow down and stalk out the curb before making several semi-illegal U-turns to get a rough and ready chair off the curb and shove it sneakily into the back of a Hyundai Getz…right….right? Tell me I’m not alone! Other examples of my off the curb finds include my rocking chair, mismatched chairs, and the blue chair. Trust me, more to come later as I have a knack for finding lonely chairs.

 

Well, yeah, these two fantastically sturdy and industrial yellow BHP Biliton Steel chairs needed only a simple reupholstering of their seat and a new set of rubber feet.

The steps needed to complete these chairs were much easier and straight forward than any other I had previously attempted.

I quite enjoyed the simple upholstery on these chairs and was able to redo them in a little over 2 hours. The few scuffs on the metal frames add to the character of the pieces and I really am pleased with the clean lines of the circular geometric pattern and the contrast the grey and white offer to the yellow frames. It suits the predominately yellow and black colour scheme of the dining room redo, although I will need to add some more solid and warm pieces to this room eventually…depends what I can scavenge for next to nothing.

In the meantime, I am continuing with other projects such as wire baskets, knitted bows and a few little pieces you are sure to see later on down the track.

Hope you find a seat on the side of the road, or else give it to me!

Siren x.

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A year ago today, my Husband and I were wed in the backyard of his parent’s home. I am thankful for the love, gratitude and friendship I receive everyday.

 

The song my Bridesmaids walked down the aisle to : Ingrid Michaelson \”The Way I am\”

I walked down the aisle to “Here comes the sun” by The Beatles, but I can’t for the life of me remember any sounds apart from my heart radiating into my ear drums.

Image Courtesy of TWK Studios

We are very grateful for the support of our families and look back fondly on the occasion as a moment where we were able to publicly acknowledge our vows and promises to each other.

You can see more images here on Rock n’ Roll Bride and TWK Studios, our wedding photographers.

 

Well enjoy your evening, I am off to eat a hearty lamb roast with my wonderful Hubby.

 

Siren. x

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If you have a pile of scrap fabric, an offcut of some description, heck, even an old tshirt, then you can make yourself a fabric pom pom. I was wrapping a present, wait strike that. I didn’t have enough paper to go around a present, so I got nifty and creative. Out came all the bits and pieces of offcuts I could find for some stimulus about decorating rather than wrapping a present.

How To:

Step 1: Fold over as many times as you can a few scraps of fabric. This could include, any sort including lace I suppose. (Oh this is totally my next project!) Using the bottom of a jar, CD or a compass trace around the circumfrance and pin the middle of your cirlces before cutting around the edge. I chose to use pinking shears on half of my bundle for a little variation.

Step 2: One cut, fold the circles in half and then half again before threading onto a needle and thread. Move them around so you get an even spread of the fabric but still with a general puffiness of the fabric. You may wish to place two off sides together before folding to get more bulk and colour into your pom pom. I opted for the lighter ‘off’ side of the fabric to show through.

Step 3: After you have thread all of your pieces on and are happy with the bulk of the pom pom, pass your thread through a couple of times and even wind it around throughout the pieces to secure it in place.

Step 4: As an extra bit of flair, secure two bottons, one on each end of the pom pom as a feature. This is optional, so to is the ribbon I wound through the middle and used to attach it to the handle of the trolley.

A fabric Pom Pom as an alternative to using lots of wrapping paper.

The Pom Pom tied to the handle of this hand painted trolley.

Getting my craft on has been very relaxing. What do you think, will you try it? Any variations to suggest?

Siren x.

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Bows = happiness and childish bliss. Dusty Pink Wool = awesome amount of mindless wonder. Together these two things inspired me to create little bow hair clips.

The process is quite simple as long as you can knit a basic stitch, some tutorials are here if you need to know how to cast on, stitch or casting off.

I chose to use 15 stitches across for the smaller bows and complete 9 rows. For the larger aim for 20 stitches across and 14 rows.

Bows! Yes I got quite excited at how easy they were to make...

Once you have your rectangle of knitted wool, simple pinch together in the middle and bind with an extra piece of wool or ribbon.

In order to make them attatchable to your hair I used a regular hair snap clip with an eyelet on each end so I could sew it into place with matching thread.

If you wanted to make it into a brooch you could choose to use a pin clasp or even sew it straight onto a piece of ribbon or fabric for a head band.

Here is picture of my friend Cat’s beautiful daughter wearing one in her hair.

 

Happy knitting!

Siren x

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I am a scatterbrain. Ever heard somebody say to you “just focus on one thing and do that really well,” yeah okay um, I have heard people say this, but I prefer the bull at a gate, all things up in the air, flying by the seat of my pants, it’ll do, way of working. I am quickly coming to the realisation, and this might have just been aided by that pesky Pinterest, but I have a lot of varied interests. As a consequence of being so awesome at many a thing, it means I have not only accumulated a lot of knowledge on arts and crafts, ways of learning and teaching, cooking, gardening, relationship advice, the inner workings of at least 5 major retailers and hospitality chains in Australia, but that for some odd reason, I just don’t ever seem to forget ANY of it! What on earth do I do with all this tidbits of information? And further adding to my quandary, is how do I learn to focus on just one task at hand, one system of knowledge at a time?

Scenario number 1: This blog, which was kindly and thoughtfully set up by my Husband last birthday, and as my birthday rolls around again, I am forced to reflect on what I have achieved over the past year, but here is my problem. Basically, I looked back over the many words and images I have used to represent my blog, and in doing so, I have realised just how scattered and varied the topics have been. I mean I realise this represents my scatterbrain side, but seriously, DIY furniture restoration, crafts, markets, photographers, cooking, gardening, my thoughts and feelings and ramblings (kind of like now!). My ambition always seems to come from this curiosity about everything I see, read, hear, experience, but I wonder does this miss the point in maturing a hobby or passion? Am I going wide rather than deep into my interests, and if so, does this mean I would ever be any good at really developing these interests into say an actual career outside of what I already do?

Scenario number 2: As a child I was encouraged to do as many things as I wanted, I took up Gymnastics (did alright, won a few ribbons – boobs happened :o ). So I picked up Tennis- turns out they wanted me to train more because I was getting good – meh. Basketball, Netball, Softball, Volleyball, Horse Riding, Musicals, Choirs, Art Club, Drama, Derby - I all did each and everyone well, won awards, represented town and state, did my best, had fun, but then I was like…mmm could I be doing something else? What else haven’t I tried? It was like the challenge had evaporated so my mind was like, “well, I guess you won’t be needing me anymore!” *Stretches, yawns and walks away to look at something shiny. Every year I clean out the closets and a million different relics from hobbies past, present and future come tumbling out at my feet. I ask myself do I have ‘stick-to-itive-ness’? You know the one, the ability to stick to a project and see it through to completion. On the whole I usually find the time to push on through and finish things, but I then wander off and try something else. Don’t get me wrong, I do my homework when it comes to doing things properly and I do manage to finish a hell of a lot, a lot of the time. But is it just too much, am I sidestepping the commitment to these things and instead gorging on the Hors d’oeuvre experience of a hobby?

Great, I seem to be aware of my ‘problem’, but how on earth can I possibly begin to fix this issue of ’stick-to-itive-ness’? I already make a whole lotta lists to combat my obsession with doing a long list of projects simultaneously, so we can tick that strategy off the list… Perhaps choosing only a few projects and putting more time into them? The less is more approach might help me focus. Focus…Focus…mmm. I wonder if switching between website tabs like I just did between sentences is part of my problem?

 

I know how this feels (Of course I am not ADHD – I can focus extremely well on tasks for very long periods of time and miss many important meals and events just to get things done). So, I guess I need to prioritise, continue making lists and someday I think I will just naturally ‘stick to’ a particular hobby on my own. Whilst that seems okay in theory, I think I know myself too well to ignore that niggling feeling in my gut that says, “You are always up for something new, always!”

Do you know what kind of worker/hobbyist you are? Do you have 1 hobby and 1 ambition for your job, or are you constantly swapping and changing like me, unable to fix upon that one thing you could do forever and instead you chase butterflies? I would really love to know I am not alone in scattering my hobbies far and wide.

 

Siren x.

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My time has disappeared! I know where it went, but why? Pinterest is my mistress, and I its loyal and faithful servant hitting ‘pin it’ at any and all opportunities. It seems the visual learner in me (which is actually about 60-70% of us) is intrigued by your endless supply or eyegasims and fodder for my fancy. The ease to which I can fulfill my curiosity is further feeding my addiction to find and look for more gems of gorgeousness. If you don’t know where I am, you can find me on my phone or tied to the desk and my face firmly fixated on the filtering and formulation of squillions of images. Sigh*

Feel free to follow me at: Siren Adams

 

Enjoy your day, I must get back to Pinning.

Siren x.

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I would hate to resort to clichés of cities as living breathing organisms, for one I think that this idea removes the responsibility we have in constructing our environment and makes us feel like we are just the evolutionary result of buildings that pop up overnight. Even if I was to see Brisbane's urban environment as an example of something more Biological, I would still feel like the citizens have simply wandered into a collection of buildings and spaces that are hard to make a connection with, unless you really take the time to sit among it and observe. I'll admit that lately I haven't taken the time to interact with the city, instead opting for a very poor work/life balance of home - car- work- home.
You see, I have lived in Brisbane for 7 years now, and I still find myself a stranger to the little quips and quirks of a city that I wasn't born in, but I have grown up in. At the age of seventeen, I ventured from the cultural wasteland of Central Queensland to study in Brisbane. Initially I was a tourist in this city, always taking photos, always sneaking off to the shops, galleries, museums and cafes. But, I grew busy, poorer, more of a uni student then a full time worker and avid gardener and DIYer, rather than someone who just gets on a bus or train and finds treasures with coffee in hand and comfy shoes in tow. My experiences were of wonder and amazement, even though the first time I came to Brisbane I was repulsed by the loud streets, darts of sun that made feeble efforts to reach you from between the tall buildings and the smells. This was changed by my need to go to University and see a little more of the world.
"Brisbane via Victoria Bridge" Photo Courtesy of David Aitchison
Recently, through mutual friends and the connectivity of Facebook, I came across the photographs of David Aitchison and his page The Brisbane Catalogue. His work reminds me of that feeling I first had when I was confronted by so many humans occupying one space amongst all the man made objects, facades and pigeons. I have made a silent promise to myself to get out and see more of my city, not just the farmer's and craft markets, and definitely not just the shopping centres. The Brisbane Catalogue by Brisbane based street photographer David Aitchison, explores Brisbanites like well practised extras in what should be a very familiar street scape, but his use of angles, natural lighting and the juxtaposition of subjects in their advertising clad environment means the viewer is forced to revel in this unexpected aspect of burgeoning Brisbane life. The images show the layering of years of development that accumulates in cities. The sheer possibilities of all that cement, steel and brick. Think of how many people have contributed to the setting, let alone the unspoken subject of the photograph; the people who occupy the frame in silent distraction while David snaps away at their time.
"Incognito" Photo Courtesy of David Aitchison
For my own worth, I feel as if we are lucky in Australia to still have major cities without them being those colossal megacities. I like the anonymity that Brisbane provides, without the total isolation. I can still manage to run into people I know, but unlike the town I was born in, you aren't constantly running into close relatives, close family friends, people you went to school with, past teachers, your dentist...so on and so forth. The size and population of Brisbane means we can still venture to the extremes of our environment - the beach, river, bushland, city, suburbs, without really trying too hard. Heck, during my first week in Brisbane I managed to get 15KM's East of Herston and felt like I was in another town! Although that may just have been me overreacting to the fact it was my first time away from home and I was without a nifty GPS and in a Datsun that continually broke down without notice. Maybe this had something to do with my anxiety of being in a big city, but I learnt to appreciate how helpful people could be when I broke down in the middle of an intersection.
So this year I aim to get out a little more, do some of the free stuff that always seems to be on offer at South bank and perhaps go a little further a field a little more often. David's work inspires my to sit and observe the inhabitants of our city, and to consider Brisbane as a more interesting place than just somewhere to live. I mean, this is where I live. I live in Brisbane. I was married in Brisbane. I went to University in Brisbane. I found my friends in Brisbane. All of those things mean something to the place in which I live.
"The Tribunal" Photo Courtesy of David Aitchison
"Public Transport Introspection" Photo Courtesy of David Aitchison
I think what David's Photographs remind me of is the way humans can make a space bend and shift to their needs at the moment of a photograph. Yes it comes down to some great skill of patience, lighting, a steady hand and some pretty observant use of angles, but it is this record of Brisbane which makes us look more metropolitan, worldly, driven, multi-generational, gestural -  yet at peace with our ability to sit and chat. He makes us Brisbane folk and our city's visual appeal seem sophisticated in the most humble sense of the word. We are intriguing.
"In (Happy) & Out (Sad) @ HJ's" Photo Courtesy of David Aitchison
How do you feel about the city you live in? Is it appealing to you, or is your true city far away and unattainable?
Siren. x

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