Mothers Day Magic

My mothers day was pretty magical this year. My kids have reached what appears to be the best ages for producing copious amounts of home made cards and goodies. They started with these flowers from our local flower market, never before have I seen these two-tone gerberas that Roboboy chose for me.

They followed up with a positive bounty of home made goodness. There were cards,

(it seems I have been upgraded from "best little mama in the world")

breakfast in bed ( the handmade variety), followed up by a real buttery croissant and cup of tea,

artwork from school,

and even some time playing with watercolours together on the day.

My mum and I even popped out to a gorgeous art exhibition at the Botanical gardens, this is the card mum bought me from the artist Nadine Sawyer,

and a lovely much wanted gift from Legoman and the kids, handmade by  Betty Jo at Lino Forest.  I couldn't choose between the sewing machine and the budgie brooch, how lucky that she was having a 2 for 1 Mothers Day sale. She makes these intricate brooches from salvaged linoleum.

All in all, probably the most colourful, love filled Mother's Day I have ever had. (This would be Liongirl's painting from kindy of our new house and Roboboy and I worked on that gerbera painting together).

The great pillowcase revolt

The pillowcase situation had degenerated into something of great concern over here at Betsy's. It all started when I dared to upgrade our doona cover a few months ago. Legoman could not understand why on earth after 9 years I would have any desire to change it. He is sure as part of the marital vows that I had made a lifetime and eternity, til death do us part commitment to that doona cover.

The only problem was that I haven't actually found a doona cover I like for about 9 years. So instead I have been using this king sized chenille that turned up at the oppie a few months back. I kept our old white European pillowcases and scratched up some random  thrifted pillowcases.  Legoman was not impressed with the embroidered vintage peacocks on the too  tiny pillowcase that was squishing his pillow. So he started going commando, sans pillowcase.

You see, a desperate diabolical drool  crisis in the making.

And so I ferreted out one of my favourite vintage sheets and whipped up some new pillowcases. Can you tell I have a thing for texture and pattern? And all I needed was a new bedside lamp, the old one of course being entirely complimentary to the old doona cover. And after spending a sum total of $8 on new pillowcases and chenille bedspread, it needed to be done on a budget.

Look what I found at Target for $35. And yes it is slightly ironic that as I bitch and moan about my custard yellow lounge room walls, I then bring home a banana custard yellow lamp.

And so, now I have one cushion plan remaining but I am pretty happy with this room. Aside from the walls of course. The bedrooms  over here at Betsy's are thankfully not custard yellow but are instead 1/4 strength Hog Bristle. In this south facing room, they look a little greenish and eventually they will be painted straight white. At the rate I am going, probably around 2024.

So this is as good as it will get for a while, and I am so pleased that at least one room at Betsy's looks almost complete.