Humpty Dumpty had a great fall…

This morning, whilst home alone, I fell.  I was standing on a book shelf, fixing a curtain, my foot touched the chair, the chair slipped out from under me (newly polished floors) and the chair and I went tumbling down.  Somehow not hitting any of the 56 000 sharp corners on the way down.  As I lay on the floor, face down, my jaw and ass mysteriously both aching, I suddenly thought I should put some pics of our house on Ameezing.  So inspired by my Humpty Dumpty moment, here they are.

Dining Room



Jack in the Box Bookshelf


Drinks Tray

Work Space

Michael Jackson and a Beaded Skull

Dinosaur Mug of Black Straw Joy

Dressing Table

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Home Sweet Home

Turns out, absence really does make the heart grow fonder.

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iPad ShmiPad…

Last week, Mr Ameezing and I celebrated one year together.  We had fancy dinner plans which we had to postpone because of working late and Icelandic temperatures outside.  So we substituted with dvds and take aways of msg (with some Lucky Moo on the side).  Mr Ameezing walked through the front door holding a black case and wearing a big smile saying, ‘Bet you don’t know what this is’.  I rolled my eyes and replied, ‘It’s an LP case, to carry LPs.  I’m old but not crazy, you know’.

With the patience of a man who has more patience than any other man in the whole wide world he smiled and said, ‘Shame, you’re not old, just crazy.  Open it’.

And inside, dear reader, was this typewriter.  In immaculate condition, just so.  A case to carry LPs, shame indeed.  Given to its previous owner by her mother, it had sat in her cupboard unopened since the 40′s.  I have dreamt of owning a typewriter since before I started wearing a bra, and suddenly, given to me by my beloved, there it was.

Mr Ameezing, you are just that.  I love you.

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Of Eyes Peeled and Mismatched Cutlery

Just over a week ago now, I moved into a lovely, old flat with my brother, Joel.  I love everything about the space.  The way the sunlight falls in crossword blocks across the wooden lounge floor, the way we call the front room turned work space ‘the studio’, the way the mismatched, vintage cutlery lies just so in the cutlery draw.  Yes, this is love and I’ve fallen hard.  So now, my eyes are freshly peeled (eeww) for wonderous and interesting things to fill this beloved space with.  Here is the inevitable post of some ameezing ideas for playing house house.

[These pics come from a maze of picture references in a file whose filing system is like throwing papers into a wind machine and running around with a shoe box like it's a butterfly net.  I'm not able to say where they are from.  If you know, please holler.  That would be ameezing.]

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Another Kind of Wonderland

Three Ameezing Things about Finishing Work before Dusk:

1.  Your house has a life of it’s own.  Little, blue cartoon birds could be making Sleeping Beauty’s latest nightie in the lounge whilst you’re at work.  Who knew that for a tiny but lovely  window of time (between 5:10pm and 5:25pm) a sequined cushion repaints my walls with magical, mirrored light?

2.  Sunset walks in the park.  Just as ridiculously good as they sound.

3.  Like that scrumptious, first coffee in the morning, the evening crickets bring, with their weird tin-ny chirping, a tsunami of possibility.  A whole night ahead.  Where anything from womb like slumber to life changing adventure can happen.


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Made in China, Living in Joburg

Thank you @Home for this whimsical life advice.  It is pretty and reminds me of dessert.  Ameezing.

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