You’ve heard of a dutch door, right!?

As the weather heats up I think the Fox may have his wings clipped a little and remain in the house with me a bit more (so as to hopefully avoid snake incidents, bindis & sunburn). On the flip side, we have a chook (Pepper) that has decided she is a dog and delights in wandering in the back door to peck at the floor and have a nap on one of the boys beds…

There is a gate on the veranda that allows me to keep the front door open while keeping Fox in and Pepper out but the back door opens straight onto the stairs (apparently against building code these days..tsk tsk). The current door blocks off the stove which is not really an issue but if you are cooking you can’t see into the dining room-and it would be nice to be able to see what is going on at the hands of all my boys. It is also too far off the ground letting mice in to nibble at the weetbix and is hollow read: flimsy.

Here it is in all its peeling glory.


After staying at Basils brush earlier in the year, I have had my heart set on a dutch door. Pretty much the perfect solution for my keep Fox in and pepper out conundrum while allowing breeze in and allowing me to see across to the dining area when it is open.

Of course if it was to look remotely like this from Rafterhouse I would be happy as a pig in mud! Crushing on that exterior light as well just between me and you…

la-la-loving-dutch-doorsI have called quite a few demolition places around the place and only one has even known what a dutch door is so finding one has proved more of a challenge that I had first thought. I am on the hunt now for new ones that aren’t stupidly expensive as eventually it may very well be replaced with some beautiful 70’s style sliding doors opening out onto a deck…can you see it?


getting my knickers in a twist

Last week my theme was ‘apathetic’. I was truly apathetic about 99.9% of life. I had no opinion about anything and mostly thought ‘calm your farm people, chill out, people are welcome to make their own choices’ etc etc.

It was an ok stance to take for the most part but I was starting to wonder if I would ever ‘get my knickers in a twist’ about anything again. It feels like we have (willingly) dropped out of society a little. We moved the the ‘country’ and are keeping pretty much to ourselves. I do listen to ABC radio to find out what is going on in the big bad world. (and let’s just say the world does sound bloody grim a lot of the time!). I was pondering the fact that stay at home motherhood (a term I think is said not with love a lot of the time but judgement and nastiness) can make you a voiceless member of society, making us think our only job to do well is to usher our offspring into said big bad world.

Then, today, I had to deal with a situation that was somewhat out of my control. I could only ask for help to remedy the wrong doing. I was bounced back between two parties and it made me rather cranky. It had to do with legal vs. preferred names at the boys school and the school was giving me a hard time about dealing with it. It made me angry that I had to explain the situation, explain my stance and even justify it a little. It is none of their business but somehow they felt their opinion overrode my right to have it the way it has always been. I kept calm on the phone (and ranted off it). The computer programmers that I dealt with were far more accommodating than the staff I deal with a lot and are now ‘talking the school through the process’. Me thinks I will not get a very warm welcome from that staff member upon my next visit.

Honestly, I am still apathetic about (a lot) of other peoples choices*. I don’t see how it is my business to judge what other people have chosen that suits them.

I am also secretly happy to say that I still have a fire in my belly when it is required and that all the washing, cooking, cleaning, repetition of staying at home and raising my family hasn’t extinguished it.

(*This excludes dire, abusive, life/death decisions…you get my drift right!?)

Meanwhile, a lady who seems to have infinite fire in her belly (and when she doesn’t isn’t afraid to talk about it)has launched her new website Lunch Lady Mag


I bloody love the internet! It is such an amazing tool to connect with people you would never have even known existed (although it is a bit of a bummer when you think about how far away some of them are!). In my mind Kate and I are mates and we hang, bake and chat together-I kind of love her without ever having met her. I have a dream that one day she will bring her whole crew to our house so we can do all those things (and take sublime picture of it) and Rohan will help me nut out our vege patch (it would be AMAZING!) Yeah, I like a good daydream!


It’s been a while, hasn’t it.

Holidays have come and gone, term 4 is in full swing and the washing basket still reminds me of the magic pudding (it magically fills itself just when you think you have reached the end!).

A few of us have been struggling a little with the change brought upon us by the move. The holidays brought relief from the routine but also tears knowing they would have to go back… I am continuing the tuckshop convenor role with mixed feelings-I think this term may be my one appearance. The lack of volunteers is painful. Getting messages from people that are rostered on saying they can’t make it at the last minute (please note-some absences are valid-some however not) is tiresome-and usually sees me having a bit of a rage induced scream and whinge. yuk.

The house has been ticking along and we are getting things done. Those of you with old houses will understand the amount of things that NEED doing before you can even think about things you WANT to do. We have had an influx of vermin tenants (a few of which I have successfully killed). The possum using our roof as a trampoline has yet avoided capture and we have horses keeping the grass down in the front yard. Our neighbours a few doors down asked if they could put their horses in our yard for a while and while it seemed like an ok idea, I think their time with us will be short.

We had one of the tanks cleaned out yesterday and continue to monitor the gutters for new holes. Michael is still on a mission to rid the entire lawn of thistles, aided by his ever helpful sidekick Fox in between flying here there and everywhere for work.

See, ticking along.

I have been keeping to myself and wallowing a bit in my lack of friends made… Anyone else find it hard to forge friendships in new settings? It can be a a little overwhelming after helping everyone else with their new life realising you have neglected your own endeavours. Thank God for Facebook, email & Skype!

Also, the kitchen plan continues to evolve. Thanks again to pinterest for providing some image porn…


I have been drawing and re-drawing on my trusty graph paper while googling to find affordable cupboard and marble options…

What’s news in your neck of the woods?