Shelf Style: Lorelei from Craftsmumship

In my original Shelf Style post, I mentioned that Ikea now sells “those” iconic shelves (Expedit/Kallax) in a range of gorgeous colours.

We’ve already seen a lovely mint green thanks to Renee from Mummy Wife Me … today Lorelei from Craftsmumship shows us how awesome they look in teal!

Craftsmumship Shelf Style

1. What room are your shelves in?

My shelves are in my craft/sewing room.

Shelves

2. How long have you had them?

When I noticed about 8 months ago that the Kallax now came in teal, I just had to have some. Teal is my favourite colour and the main colour I use on my blog.

3. What do you store in the drawers/cupboards?

I like to use the boxes and tins to store my craft supplies – small balls of yarn, craft stamps, elastic etc.

4. What is your favourite decorator item on your shelves and why?

I love my fluffy alpaca as we have alpacas of our own – however this one is much easier to cuddle! I noticed this fluffy toy one on our 10 year wedding anniversary holiday in Queenstown, New Zealand, and my husband surprised me by sneakily buying it and magically it was in our hotel room when we got back that day. It has special memories for me, so takes pride of place on the top of my teal shelves.

5. How often do you change the “look” of your shelves?

About every 6 months I do a big clean up and tend to move things around a bit. You know what they say “a change is as good as a holiday”.

Thanks Lorelei! I just can’t resist sharing a story from when I met Lorelei at Problogger in 2013. I loved all the pretty colours she was wearing; when I complimented her on them, she let me in on a little secret. Her husband had promised she could buy new clothes to take to Problogger, as long as she didn’t buy anything black! I wouldn’t mind if my hubster offered me a deal like that, would you 😉 ?

It’s Your Turn!

250x250xshelf-style-300x300.jpg.pagespeed.ic.eIZHpJ-q6oIf you have a set of Ikea shelves (or another brand) in your home – why not join in the fun? I’d love to feature yours in an upcoming blog post! All you have to do is snap some pics and answer the same five questions as Kirsty has above, and email them to me at janet@middleagedmama.com.au. Oh – and you don’t have to be a blogger to join in!

Would you have trouble spending the money, if you had the same deal that Lorelei was offered: you can buy new clothes, so long as there’s nothing black?! I think I would!

Magical Moments with Mum

NB This is a sponsored post.

It has to be said, that I have loved developing a mature relationship with my own daughter, now that she is grown.

Nowadays I count her as one of my closest friends. This is something I treasure –  probably because it was something I was never able to have with my own mother (due to her serious mental health issues), when she was still alive.

It helps to remember the good times from years gone by, and some of the magical moments …

#magicalmomentswithmum

Memories of happier times with my own Mum

I thought my Mum was the most beautiful woman in the whole world. I used to love watching on the rare occasions she would get dressed up to go somewhere special with my Dad – when she put on her long gown and silver evening shoes, I was convinced that even Cinderella in all her finery could not have looked as beautiful. I couldn’t wait to grow up and be a lady just like her!

I have memories of baking with her in the kitchen, the whir of the old mixmaster, and being allowed to lick the bowl. She kept her favourite recipes in an old exercise book, most written by hand, some cut out of magazines. By the time I left home, the covers were falling off and the pages were covered in spatters and stains. How I wish I had it now! When I was 20, I started one of my own, and covered it in contact to help it last – alas it didn’t work – the covers have long since fallen off! My own daughter, Miss 18, refers to it more than I do now; most of the recipes stored in its pages are also stored in my memory.

There was the time she sewed a dress for my favourite doll one night, and presented it to me as a surprise the next morning – and it wasn’t even Christmas or my birthday!

I loved to look at the collection of dainty perfume bottles arranged on her dressing table, or when she showed me her most special jewellery – the pendant my father had given her for her 21st birthday, her marcasite watch, the brooch she wore on her wedding day, carefully stowed away with pieces of chalk to prevent tarnishing. Sometimes she would even let me play with some of her makeup or the wig she sometimes wore.

When she tied my hair up in pigtails each day before school, she would pretend to be a French hairdresser (complete with dodgy accent).

She told the most wonderful stories from our baby years, and would have my siblings and I in stitches of laughter.

By the time I reached my teens, she would sometimes take me out for a bit of retail therapy – and there was no greater treat than to stop for a slice of cheesecake at her favourite cafe.

When I was 16, she nursed me devotedly when I developed glandular fever and was sick for several weeks.

On my 18th birthday, she took me out for my first cocktail – a brandy alexander.

I couldn’t help wondering what my own daughter would think of as the magical moments with HER mum – me! Her list was eerily familiar:

“Cooking together; the French hairdresser; shopping and coffee dates; drinking mocktails on our cruise.”

Magical Moments with Mum and Daughter

With my own daughter, the lovely Miss 18

It’s funny how none of us truly remember (or appreciate!) the hard yakka our mums did for us. But we remember the magical, often everyday moments … and even unconsciously, go on to recreate them with the next generation.

What are some of the magical moments with mum that stand out in your memory?! The good people at Millers are running a great comp where all you have to do is share your #magicalmomentswithmum – enter on the Millers Facebook page!

An Anzac in the Family

Henry Raynor PercyHave you ever wondered if there is an Anzac in the family?

It really is a great time to find out, with the 100th anniversary of Gallipoli this year. That’s what motivated me to investigate if any of our forebears fought for our country in the First World War.

The hubster’s family didn’t arrive in Australia until the 1920’s – so no Anzacs there.

My mother’s family also immigrated to Australia in the 20’s – another dead end.

Some years back when my Dad retired, he did a fair bit of research into the family tree, so I checked with him and finally found the answers I sought.

Introducing Henry – our own Anzac in the Family

My great grandmother’s brother (my great great uncle?) Henry had indeed fought in World War 1. Henry was born in 1898, and enlisted in 1917 when he “was only 19″ (to quote the classic song by Redgum). So although he didn’t fight at Gallipoli, at last I could claim an Anzac in the family!

Dad had a copy of an old photo, and knew Henry had survived and returned to Australia after the war, but that was about it.

So I jumped online and entered Henry’s full name, and was astounded by the wealth of information I uncovered – including scanned copies of his original war records. I discovered details like when and where he enlisted; that his parents had already passed away and his brother was acting as his guardian; that he had brown hair and brown eyes, and was 5ft 6in tall.

Henry arrived in England on Christmas Day, 1917, before being sent to France three months later.

The Hospital Mystery

According to his service records, he was admitted to hospital in the middle of the year, and didn’t rejoin his battalion until two months later. I wonder what was wrong with him? Was he recovering from war wounds – or perhaps he came down with the flu that killed so many people in 1918?

Henry returned to Australia at the end of 1919 and was discharged from the army. He received three medals – the Star Medal, the British War Medal, and the Victory Medal – which were pretty much given to any soldier who had left his native shore in any part of the British Empire while on service.

At last my Anzac mystery is solved, and I feel like a “real Australian” 😉  – especially seeing as there are no convicts among my forebears!

Were there any Anzacs in your family that you know of?!

Linking up with Essentially Jess for IBOT.