I forgot my poor old blog and monthly 'I've Done It' post, and thus am posting three days late. I've not posted to Facebook ...

I forgot my poor old blog and monthly 'I've Done It' post, and thus am posting three days late. I've not posted to Facebook much either. Truth be told, I don't love Facebook and I forget about it too, until it rudely prompts me to post to, or even visit my page.

I am more an Instagram kinda girl, and like so of the blogging community, find the conversations and interactions there like a shorter, speedier version of what blogging was like back in the day.

So apologies I forgot my poor little blog this month. I hope you're well, and all caught up.


I WENT TO... Harden and Murrumburrah in the Hilltops Region of southwest NSW and Moruya, on the NSW South Coast. I really liked both places, and for similar reasons: mostly what I could see and appreciate of their communities. Commuting life can be a real killer of community involvement. You have to work hard at it, and of late, we've felt the pull of living back in the country. If only there was the work to match our skills.

I ATE... Nothing beats the simplicity of a good sandwich. On our road trip down to Moruya we stopped at Flour Water Salt for lunch and had simple sandwiches of cheese and pickles, on yummy sourdough.

I OP SHOPPED... The road trip to Moruya was, in reality, an op shopping jaunt. Moruya has one of the best Vinnies I've been in for some time. There was much that I left behind, including a fair dinkum, canvas Paddy Pallin rucksack. It took great strength of will not to bring it home. I did come home with a couple of leather belts, pottery, a little West German pot for the collection, a couple of pairs of jeans that I am yet to alter the hems on, a great denim duffel-like jacket and books on weaving patterns and indoor plants.

I MADE... I am back on the potter's wheel - grabbing a chance to book in with the Central Coast Potters Society for another course,  mostly for access to a wheel, glazes, tools and a kiln. If I was to find a secondhand potter's wheel, in good working condition, I'd be a happy woman. Then I'd have to find someone with space in their kiln. Know anyone?

I READ... It must be the season for book releases because there are soooo many new books out that I want to read. I read Elizabeth Gilbert's City of Girls and Molly Murn's Heart of the Grass Tree.
Gilbert's work always, for me, starts off slow and I find that at just the moment I am thinking I'll abandon the plot, it takes off. There are always a few gems from the women narrators of her novels, like this one:

"After a certain age, we are all walking around this world in bodies made of secrets and shame and sorrow and old, unhealed injuries. Our hearts grow sore and misshapen around all this pain - yet somehow, still, we carry on."

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  1. Nice to see you back Katie. I would love to visit Flour Water Salt. I hope you find that potter's wheel.

    1. You'd like it. It was a bit of a serendipitous find really. The right thing appeared before us at the right moment. Oh that potter's wheel. Pottery is an expensive past-time. I will just have to make do with finding other people's little pottery attempts at the op shops. I appreciate my stash of $2 and $3 pottery bowls all the more.