While I wasn't here...

While I wasn't here, I:

turned 30

And had a surprise dress up party (good thing I always have lots of dress-ups)

received outrageously expensive gifts (thats a Macbook Pro in there)

and had a lovely time.

I also had visits from

friends

and family

from far away.

I got a new job. I no longer work at the kindergarten; I now work for a company were I lay out horse-racing form guides for the newspapers. It's a step in the right direction.

I have been living happily:

gardening,

and crafting

and reading

Hopefully, I wont be away so long next time.

See you soon.

Around the Farm (Or, in our case, the Yard)

After seeing this on my mum's new blog, I've decided to join in with Farmama on her 'Around the Farm' posts. Every Thursday, Sara from Farmama posts a series of photos of the week's happenings on the farm. Now, I have a suburban backyard, not a farm, but I thought I'd share what's happening around as we develop our little urban renter's croft.

This is our new back yard, in all it's undeveloped glory. When we're done with it, it'll be a fantastic food producing garden!

This is one of the glorious, large veggie beds we've inherited...

And this is the other. Clearly, I need to dig some weeds out, fix some retaining walls and get planting!

The great big awesome compost system needs a little lovin'...

Our back fence and behind the compost is overrun with this noxious weed. I don't know what it is, but I know its hard to kill! Here Dom gives it a what-for.

All my herbs, chillies and strawberries rescued from our courtyard at the previous place, waiting patiently to be transplanted into our (forthcoming) kitchen garden. The chamomile especially is lovin' its new location.

The last month and a half have been a bit crazy round here. First there was the move, and cleaning up around the old place, including dismantling some rather nice garden beds we'd installed there and trucking the railway sleepers and soil over here. We were happy enough to leave them for the next tenants, but apparently the landlord was unimpressed that we'd had the initiative to better the courtyard. Clearly, she's not interested in creating community and sustainability. But never mind! Despite the hard slog (which, I'll admit was almost completely undertaken by Dom as I toiled on my uni assignments), having the materials here for a new kitchen garden is pretty good (and this time, we've gotten express permission from the landlord to install it, so we don't have to move it again when we go!)

After the move, I was pretty overwhelmed with uni assignments for a few weeks. Thank goodness that's over and, after spending a weekend or two interviewing potential new housemates (and welcoming the wonderful Alice into our home), I now have some time to put into projects around the place. Like getting the garden really crankin', and finishing off some dying projects. Ah, its good to be on (uni) holidays!

Odd.

I felt a bit strange as I was packing a particular box in the kitchen today, cleaning out underneath the kitchen sink. I was carefully wrapping in newspaper all these empty jars -- olive jars and pickle jars and jam jars. I was thinking that it was a little weird to be treating as 'so precious' what was essentially rubbish or junk.

But to us, they are a little bit precious; we'll have a use for them -- sauces, and salad dressing, and pesto and pickles. One of these days, I really want to try and make tomato sauce, and I think I'm going to have to make green tomato chutney, because all those vines I planted too-late after Christmas have fruited, but they won't redden.

So, neatly, I wrapped in newspaper all the jars from under the sink and arranged them carefully in a box and taped it shut.

And then, I found all this basil, and made pesto, and all the jars came out again.

A House of our Own

We finally got a house! Huzzah!
Wonderful art deco style house.

With a great big back yard. Up there behind the little fence are two HUGE raised garden beds, just ready for all our veggies, a large compost set-up, and two fruit trees -- a peach and a citrus of some sort. The citrus is a little unwell, but we'll give it heaps of lovin' just as soon as we move in.

It's got a quirky little kitchen with lots of cupboards and a cute little diner-esque dining nook, and a gas oven justing waiting for all the cakes and bread I'm going to bake in there.

And gas heating to keep us snug and warm!

The only down-fall is that the toilet is outside, not inside (yelp!) not good for mid-night pee-dashes mid-winter. But I'm already coming up with ideas for composting indoor pee-buckets to save me from the cold.

In fact, we're coming up with all sorts of ideas for the space. The shed on this property is so big. Plenty of room for Dom's workshop (with work-benches and shelves all ready to go) with enough room left over to create some sort of community/ living space with couches and rugs and tables so we can run a brew-club, and work shops and crafternoons. Because we don't have a car, and what else would you do with a garage, anyway?

We went to visit it yesterday (we wont get the keys until next week) and I was so excited, with plans for rhubarb and passionfruit vines and herb-spirals and worm-farms, a barbecue and outdoor arrangements. We're hoping to get one, maybe two other people to live with us, hopefully of the Transition/permaculture persuasion. I'm really looking forward to living there!

House-Hunting

I haven't written here for a little while, sorry about that. This is, partly, because I am so easily distracted -- but to be fair, there is so much happening to be distracted by!

For starters, uni is in full swing (well and truly, first term is practically over now!) and there's been all the usual lectures and excursions and assignments demanding my time. All my classes are in the evenings now, so I find it hard to find a little time to sit and write. Often, too, the last thing I want to do with my free time is sit in front of the computer again.

Transition Darebin (TD) has been keeping me busy of late. There have been meetings, and training sessions and crafternoons. Its all going very well, and I'm really enjoying being involved.

And we've been looking for a new house. My flatmate, Kitty, has moved out with her boyfriend into their first home together, and after some consideration, Dom and I have decided that instead of getting another person to move into Kitty's old room, we'd rather move and get another person to join us there. There are two main reasons for this: we'd really like a house, instead of a unit, with a little bit of privacy and a back yard, and this unit is full of mould and damp and is making us sick.

We'd like a nice big back yard where we can grow our own veggies, and fruit trees and herbs, and have a bit of room to move, and Dom would love a shed where he can store his tools and build things. And I'd love a nice big kitchen to bake in, and a study in which to ponder and potter and create.

We've been looking for over two months now. A whole mix of reasons as to why it's taken us so long, from being too fussy to dealing with less-than-scupulous real estate agents. Every weekend of open-for-inspections that goes by we get a little more relaxed on our specifications (number of rooms, location, etc) but the things that don't change are shed, garden, study and gas heating. I know something will turn up soon. Here's hoping we don't have to wait too much longer! And I'll try to post a little more often.

Dyeing a Cotton Dress with Natural Dyes, Part 1: the Alkaline Mordent

I have a pretty dress but I don't wear very often anymore because it's peach, and peach is a colour that's not really me, y'know? I used to wear it to work, because I work in a Steiner kindergarten where our days are colour themed. Thursdays are orange days, and peach is kinda-sorta-close-enough to orange that I could get away with it. But with the reduction in my work days, I no longer work on orange day, so the dress doesn't get worn.

But I really like the style of the dress. It looks especially good with a pair of cowboy boots and a scarf. So, in an effort to make it into something I'll keep wearing, I'm going to try and dye it using natural dyes. I'm going to aim for a rusty red colour, or perhaps a chocolatey brown, but before I can try adding colour, there's a few preparatory steps I need to take.

I received a wonderful book on natural dying for my birthday a few years ago: India Flint's Eco Colour. It's an inspiring book, full of ideas for a number of dye-stuffs and processes and many, many beautiful pictures. In a way it's a little frustrating -- I want to be able to jump straight in and create the beautifully textured and 'eco-printed' textiles featured in the book, but I guess I have to learn the basics first.

Flint's book doesn't have much in the way of formulas or recipes, rather it provides the basic principles and it's up to the reader/crafter to develop the process themselves. So the following is an account of my experiment based on ideas in the book.

The dress is cotton, which needs processing and pre-mordanting before it will adequately take up colour from plant based dyes, which are acidic. Either an alkaline or a protein based mordant on its own will work, but one layered over the other will work better, and this is what I'm going to try out. For an alkaline solution, I'm going to use tea, and I'll try a milk solution for the protein.

I've decided to use tea because it's quite a simple process for my first project; I drink a lot of tea, and so have a lot of tea-leaves to hand; and the tea will also colour the fabric a little, which I think I would like. You can also use tea as a dye-stuff itself, like when you 'antique' fabric or paper with a tea solution. But in my case, I'm going to colour it further with other dyes. Eventually.

First, I collected all my used tea-leaves, and un-drunk (black) tea for a week in a stainless steel pot. (It has to be stainless steel, or some other type of non-reactive metal, or the metal itself will also act as mordent. Which could also be interesting.) All that week, the leaves sat stewing in a warm place, the solution getting stronger.

Then I strained the tea-leaves out.

And then a second time with a piece of fabric attached to the sieve to collect the finer particles in the solution.

The I soaked the dress in the solution for about four days and nights.

After soaking in the tea-bath, I spun it in the washing machine without rinsing it, and hung it out to dry.

I was expecting more of an colour impact from the tea. It's hard to tell in this picture, but the dress is ... well, not so much darker as a bit duller. I've since found out from another book that if you're using used tea-leaves, you need to use significantly more, which seems kinda obvious really, but I didn't think about it at the time. Since I used this process as a mordent, and not for the purposes of obtaining colour, I'm not too worried. If I wasn't going to use another mordent process, then I would probably repeat this process with the tea-leaves, just to make sure that the mordent would work. But I'm going to also do a protein mordent, so between the two, I'm sure they'll work.

And now, I'm going to 'rest' the garment. That is, put it away in a draw for a week or two before doing anything further to it, to allow the mordent to 'develop'. This part isn't absolutely necessary -- you could dye it straight away -- but it helps achieve better results. Some natural dyeing traditions recommend leaving it to develop for a year! But I'm just going to leave it for a month or so, all up.

And so that's the first part done. Stay tuned for part two: the Protein Mordent!

Walking the Path

I am so excited. Tomorrow I return to uni for the year and my new working arrangements commence. As from tomorrow, my work hours will be less, and I’ve taken on one more uni subject a semester. Even though I’ll be earning less money (and I wasn’t earning that much to begin with...) this balance feels better. From now on, I’ll be a publishing student who supports herself by working in childcare, not a childcare worker who studies publishing in her spare time. It’s a small distinction, I know, but an important one.

It feels like my new year is starting now, and these last two months have been a sort of holding pattern – necessary to recharge and regroup and save a little cash, but not the year proper.

This week, there is also a Transition Darebin meeting happening. At this meeting, I’ll be talking to members of the ex-initiating group about the role I am to play. I’ve volunteered myself – for better or for worse – for the role of media officer. I figure it’ll be a way to use my new found publishing and communications skills for sustainability and community, and it might even look good on my resume...

I’ve also joined the ‘Clothing and Materials Working Group’ (better name yet to come) working with some other people around ethical and sustainable clothing and crafts.

In a way, this week feels like a microcosm of the rest of the year to come – shifting focus from the dominance of a career that doesn’t quite make my heart sing, to all the things I really do want: books and how to make them, and sustainable living. It feels so exciting and I feel the presence and power of it.

I was at a talk today at the Thornbury theatre, Women of Letters. Six women wrote a letter to their ‘turning point’ and read them out aloud to us. One awkwardly beautiful woman told us her turning point came to her as an epiphany one listless, leisurely afternoon in a long line of listless, leisurely afternoons. It was something I’ve heard many times before, but there was something about the immediacy of this young woman standing before me that really made it resonate this time; she could have been me, so her story could have been mine. ‘Find your passion and stick to it,’ she said. ‘Walk that path, even when it’s hard,’ and she tattooed a compass on her wrist to remind her.

I have no compass tattooed on my wrist, but I can feel it pulling me in the right direction. I know my passions now, better each day. And I’m walking the path.