Work In Progress

Remember how I threw four packets of seeds into the driveway garden bed a few months back? Well, very few plants grew (and I suspect some of them are weeds). A few weeks ago we were excited to see three sunflower plants growing vigorously. Two have since disappeared. One was broken at the base of the stem – I suspect one of us knocked it down with a car because it’s right where we reverse to turn ours around. The other… who knows?

But one is flowering:

Plenty more flowers to come:

Must remember that car reversing problem when it comes to doing a more permanent planting in that bed.

I’ve put a new project list up in the sidebar. I’m warping the loom half an hour at a time so I don’t strain my back.

And I’ve started a cardigan on the knitting machine:

I’ll have to do a post about how I came to choose the pattern. Lots of false starts.

Whenever I get the machine out and working, I always wonder why I don’t use it more often. The answer is that I did most of my knitting while watching tv in the evening, of course. The machine needs a table, can’t be moved easily once it’s set up, makes too much noise, and you have to look at what you’re doing.

And finally, here are some Slinky paws:

It’s flattering when a cat decides to sit on your lap even on a really hot day, isn’t it?

Retaining Good Neighbourly Relations

When Paul first bought this house, the garden was a bit overgrown, overcrowded and contained a few plants I was allergic to. So the first thing we did was thin out and simplify so it would be easier to maintain. When I moved in, six years ago, I began to make more considered plans.

The neighbours on either side had well-tended gardens, though there was a bit of a problem with ivy invading. Unfortunately, in the years since, one neighbour changed a lot of their front garden into car parking and stopped looking after their garden or even mowing the lawn, and the other sold to a couple who have let what was once a lovely garden go wild and weedy. Which is a pity. It was a nice street, but a lot of the houses in it have changed hands, and these days it looks shabby.

There’s one garden bed here that I’ve never planted out – the one along the driveway. My plan was to grow roses and lavender all along it:

(The cherub was kindly left by the previous owners, and I’ve kept it out of a sense of irony.)

However, there’s a retaining wall along the fence. The previous owner’s boarder built it years ago. He left a big gap where the remnant wall of an demolished shed stood a foot or so this side of the fence. We couldn’t remove the shed wall. The mulch and topsoil of our garden was already washing around it into theirs, but to remove it completely would make the erosion worse. I asked the owner if she could fill the gap in the retaining wall. She said she couldn’t afford it. There wasn’t much point me planting anything if it was likely to die when the soil washed away, so I waited.

The new neighbours suggested it was entirely our problem.

Even if I’d agreed, the retaining wall couldn’t be fixed without replacing the fence, which was also falling down, as the posts were part of the retaining wall. The new neighbours kept delaying the fence replacement, saying they couldn’t afford it, first because they’d only just moved in, then because they wanted to do other work on their house first.

So I waited. For over five years now. Finally, earlier this year, the fence was replaced. I pointed out again to the neighbour that we had to fix the retaining wall at the same time, and suggested they see if the fence company could do it. We’d pay half each.

Now, I’ve replaced fences in co-operation with neighbours twice before. The fencers ask you to tidy up the garden along the fence – enough to allow access, necessarily to remove everything. They’re supposed to put the boards on facing the same way along the street (so the fence on one side of each block shows boards and the other shows uprights and crossbeams). This meant the fence should have been built with the boards on the neighbour’s side, and that meant they’d have to do a lot of cleaning up since they’d let it get all overgrown.

The neighbours said they’d get in a skip, and we could throw the vegetation we cleared in with theirs, so we didn’t have to book one for ourselves. Despite back problems, and with very little free time because we were about to go overseas, Paul and I got out there and worked hard to tidy up, including digging out a whole lot of creepers we didn’t want anyway. There were just a couple of plants left when we were done, all easily avoided by the fencers.

My neighbours barely lifted a finger to clear their overgrown garden – mainly removed some of the creeper. They never got a skip, which we only learned the day the fence was built, which was the day before we went overseas so we wound up with a pile of vegetation that had rotted down and dropped seeds onto our drive by the time we got home. The fencers, who turned out to be friends of our neighbours, put the boards our side (which does look better) but they still managed to trample some of the few plants we’d left.

This was annoying, but you just roll your eyes and move on. What angers me is the shoddy job the fencers did of ‘fixing’ the retaining wall. It turned out to be in much worse condition than we knew, since we couldn’t see it from our side. The fencers only replaced wood where they had to. Wherever they could, they reused the half rotted out pieces of the original wall, mostly at the base where they couldn’t be seen, but some at the top like this green piece here:

I spotted the problem yesterday, only because rain had washed soil away, leaving gaps between the wall and garden bed that revealed the rotten boards at the base.

For part of the wall they actually moved the fence line so the retaining wall is now on our side. It’s about where the feral tree is that spreads by putting up shoots from runners. Now it has a gap to grow into our garden through.

In a fit of resignation, I bought these and spread them over the bed:

If they don’t wash away in the next rain storm, maybe I’ll have a bit of colour to look at by summer. In the meantime, I’m considering my options. I could:

a) take it up with our solicitor (retaining walls are covered by The Fencing Act according to my local council)
b) pay to have a new wall built even though they’re meant to pay half
c) pay to have someone do what the guy at Bunnings suggested: line the inside of the retaining wall with shade cloth and fill in with rubble. Which would be only a temporary solution.
d) pay to have someone remove the retaining wall and soil so the bed slopes steeply down to the neighbour’s ground level, and grow plants that bind and retain soil.
e) see if soil erosion damage is covered by house insurance

Spring in the Garden

I have a bit of a love-hate relationship with gardening. I love plants…

… I hate that my body isn’t up to the physical side of gardening. When I was younger I quite liked the physical side. Then, around 28, I wound up with chronic neck pain and had to give up a lot of activities I enjoyed. So I paid a landscaper to do most of our garden and, since there were a LOT of drainage problems (house has flooded three times now) and the builders who renovated left the place looking like a tip, it wasn’t cheap. Whenever I’m tempted by the thought of selling this place and buying another, one of the deterrents it the thought of having to fix up a new garden.

There’s so much here that we tailored to our own needs. Like this huge cat run Paul built:

My favourite plant here is the nasturtiums. They grew all over the builder’s rubble, cheering me up when the whole thing had us feeling very low.

There’s a bit of a herb and vege garden at the end, but it’s looking a little sad and neglected at the moment. I haven’t had the energy or time to think about planting tomatoes this year. Though there’s still time…

Paul bought me this cool compost bin for my birthday. It rolls around on the base, aerating and mixing the contents with little effort (a big advantage when using a fork or shovel hurts), and you can roll it to the place you want to put the compost.

I love trees. We used to have two big ones. The pussy willow had to be removed, but I’m holding onto this flame tree for as long as I can. Usually it has the most amazing, almost fleuroescent red flowers, but this year the possums have got stuck in. Not much I can do about it. They get onto the tree from the neighbour’s house.

Beneath it the liliums are flowering. I removed them from the cat run after I found out they’re toxic to cats.

There’s what I think are irises, saved from the original garden along with ginger, which grows way too fast. In winter bluebells come up, transplanted from a friend’s garden a few years ago. Mostly I try to divide, take cuttings and adopt plants rather than buy new ones. A few years back, when the structural landscaping was done, I bought a few hundred dollars worth of plants. Mere months later I lost most of them during a particularly severe summer heatwave.

I replaced the tree I removed with a maple, which is looking healthy. It’ll be many, many years before it’s as big as the tree it replaced, though. I miss the shade of the old pussy willow, and how the local rosellas, cockatoos and parakeets would feast on the new flowers just outside my studio window.

The bottle brush is my favourite native. The first photo in this post is of a small ground cover in our front yard. I planted trees across the back fence. They should eventually provide a bit of privacy from the neighbour at the back. Though I haven’t seen him in a while, a creepy old guy used to stand there and grin at me when I was in the studio. Ew!

They make great cut flowers for the house, too.

During the drought, like many Aussie gardeners, I discovered succulents. Growing them was a bit hit and miss. I got a whole lot by walking around the local streets and taking a tiny piece off the hardy remnants of gardens lost to neglect since their owners died or moved on, and their descendants turned their homes into rental properties. The Camberwell market is a great source, too.

Then I made the mistake of buying a few plants from the supermarket, and introduced a fungus that killed almost everything. I had to start again. They’ve finally started to thrive again. I have them all around the base for the water tank.

The one stretch of garden I haven’t been able to do anything with since moving here six years ago is the beside-the-driveway bed. There have been issues with the neighbour. But this post is long enough already. I’ll save that story for another time.

Projects for 2010 Update

Last week I managed to tick another item of my Projects for 2010 list:

The front door was a hideous shade of salmon pink. Now it is black.

It was one of a set of things I wanted to paint black – the dining room wall and the round mirror frame. All done.

Here are the other projects I managed to finish:

The New Zealand Trip Photo Album:

London Underground Teatowel Pillows:

Mannequin Legs Garden Stand:

Recycled Object Mirrors (which also became the Wall Art for Bathroom)

Dyed Denim Rya Rug (which I did as a plain woven rug rather than rya):

There are three projects on that list I still haven’t completed: the albums of Paul’s Dad’s sketches, the plaster mould framing, and turning the set of wooden bowls into frames. The bowls are a low priority because there’s not much point making them into frames until I have something to frame. The plaster moulds have faltered as a project because I don’t know where I’ll hang them.

But the one project I still want to do is the sketch albums. I’ve put them off because I wanted to become a bit more knowledgeable and skilled at bookbinding first. It’s also a mammoth job, involving a difficult selection process. The box they’re in is taking up valuable space in the workroom, however, so that’s a strong motivation to tackle the project. This is the one unfinished 2010 project that will definitely be on the list of Projects for 2011.

As for the rest of that list… well, I’ve been looking around to see what needs to be done, but there aren’t many home decorating projects nagging for attention now, aside from boring ones like redoing the seals in the shower and filling a hole in the guest room wall. Setting myself a list for 2010 got me to prioritise and stop putting off more difficult projects, and keep me on track when shiny new ideas threatened to distract.

Perhaps my new list will simply contain more weaving, knitting and bookbinding. I’m sure a few new recycling and repurposing projects will come along as the year progresses, and I suspect more refashioning will creep in, too. Most of all I’m hoping to do a lot more art and sketching.

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When our house extension and renovation spluttered to a halt for most of a year, due to an unscrupulous builder, our garden remained a dangerous rubbish pile. I say dangerous, because I was walking over what I thought was grass, but turned out to be grass grown over accumulated dirt over discarded lengths of wood with rusty nails in it. I was lucky in that most of the nail I stepped on went into the inch thick rubber soles of my shoes, and barely broke the skin when it touched my heel.

Toward the end of that year, nasturtiums had self-seeded in the rubbish on one side of the house, and I came to love them for their ability to cover ugliness with fresh green and orange beauty. I saved the plant when the rubbish was removed and landscaping done, and it’s multiplied. Every year since I’ve gathered up the drifts of seed they drop and tossed them back into the garden bed, and every year they spring up more lush than ever.

Making the Most of a Bad Yarn

In the last week or two I’ve spent a lot of time getting a warp onto my loom. An hour here, and hour there, it all adds up. I don’t want to calculate how much time in total, because today, just after I finished threading the yarn through the reed, I cut it all off.

Why? Well, it’s a long story, but I’ll try to sum up:

A few years back my friends began having babies, so I began making blankets. I also began tying myself up in knots on what sort of yarn to use. The yarn ought to be machine washable. It ought to not be wool, in case of allergies. It also shouldn’t be acrylic, because that tends to catch on fire easily, shrinking and melting as it burns, which sounds rather horrific. Cotton is good, and I made a few blankets from it, but then I was seduced by some yarn that was both machine washable, wouldn’t burn, was hypo-allergenic and eco-friendly. It also came in black, and I had a particular person in mind for which a black and red baby blanket would be perfect.

However, the yarn arrived and it stank. It reeked of moth balls. I put it in the unused guest shower to air for a few months, but it still ponged. I wound a ball into a skein and washed it. That seemed to get rid of the stink. Then I realised that it was the cardboard tubes inside that stank, not the yarn.

When I finally got to the point of winding a warp from it, it broke a few times, but it seemed to happen mainly be near the ends of the yarn. Middle sections seemed okay, if I gave them a tug. I knew there was a risk breakage would be a problem once the yarn was subjected to tension on the loom, but I warped on anyway.

However, once I started tying the yarn to the front beam, strands were breaking too easily. I knew it would never hold up to tension. So I figured I’d given the yarn as many chances as I could and this was the end of our relationship. I cut it off. And into pieces. I wound the remaining yarn into loops and cut them into pieces, too.

No, I wan’t having my revenge on the yarn. I honestly don’t think it would have held up to being knit, either. Part of the eco-ness of the yarn was that it would rot down one day – presumably when the garment it was made into was discarded. I suspect it was deteriorating well before it was supposed to. So there was no point giving it to an op shop or another crafter, or trying to make something else out of the yarn. Instead I sprinkled it in an unseen part of the garden.

It can happily rot away there, and perhaps birds will grab some for their nests, now that spring is here. I must admit, I can’t help keeping the cardboard tubes it was wound onto, to find another crafty use for. They don’t have much smell in them any more, now they’ve been exposed to the air.

And getting this project off the list has also finally emptied my yarn overflow basket. This means that my stash now fits into the tubs I bought for it. In fact, some of those are quite roomy now. I reckon I’ve reduced my stash by a third in the last year. Not buying yarn (aside from one or two balls), culling and getting some big weaving projects done has helped reduce it.

The basket now holds weaving tools, which had been spilling out of a smaller basket.

And the smaller basket will be the perfect size for holding something else. I’m sure I’ll think of a use for it, in time…

Unexpected Pretty

A few years back I adopted some plants from an ex-neighbour who was moving overseas. Among them was a rather healthy succulent. I’ve been keeping it on an outdoor table under some shade cloth. Well, I’d noticed a while back that the tips were going a bit pale, and I assumed that it was not getting enough water (as you do when you live in a drought-stricken country). I moved it so it would get more rain, but it didn’t seem to be recovering.

I should have taken a much closer look. One day I glanced out the window and caught a splash of vivid orange-pink. So I went had had a look, and found the pale tips were actually flower buds. It now looks like this:

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I’ve really come to love succulents in the last few years. Not only are they survivors, but sometimes they can transform from sculptural to spectacular.

She’s Got Legs, She Knows How To Use Them

Back in my Projects for 2010 post, I listed these old mannequin legs as one of the projects I wanted to tackle:

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The main obstacle to realising any of the ideas I’d had for these legs (coffee table, garden sculpture) had been that the ‘cut’ at the waist was not level or waterproof. I had intended to make a top out of wood to level it, but it was always beyond my abilities. Then, thanks to Paul’s interest in cars rubbing off on me, I hit on the idea of treating it like a fibreglass car body, and shaping a new top. After all, the legs were already fibreglass. It was the inside of the waist bit that was wood and non-rust-proof metal.

First I needed to create a base shape to work to. Working with fibreglass is not unlike working with paper mache – lots of strips wrapped around something. I needed to make a base for the fibreglass to wrap around that was much closer to the final shape. So I wrapped cardboard around the body, lined it with bubblewrap to allow space for the fibreglass layer (and to make the ‘mould’ come off easier), and filled the gap inside with expanding foam:

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Once the foam had set, I cut the top level:
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Then Paul and I applied a few layers of fibreglass. While I was away on my trip, Paul applied the car bog and sanded it smooth. He did a fantastic job:

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Then yesterday I painted the legs with Solarguard – outdoor paint designed to go on just about anything and to resist the harsh Aussie sun.

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I plan to sit a plant pot on top, containing some sort of fern or succulant that hangs down over the sides.

Projects for 2010

I don’t just use my sketchbook for sketching…

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This is a kind of visual list of future projects. Some are new, some are old, some are very old.

Row 1, left: New Zealand Trip Photo Album
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Since we went there in May 2008, this one is overdue. I have tackled it a few times, but was having trouble choosing photos to fit the format of the book I wanted to make. When I did the albums for our more recent Canada trip, I letting the photos dictate the format, and it was much easier. I’ve been doing a lot of rethinking, and I’m pretty sure I know what approach to take now.

Row 1, right: London Underground Teatowel Pillows
Paul has a few of these, but they’d look a bit twee used as hangings (and see previous post for reasons for us to avoid taking up more space on walls) and end up packed away out of sight. I’ve finally talked Paul into letting me turn them into pillows. (No photo because… well… we can’t find them. But they’ll turn up.)

2nd row, left: Mannequin Legs Garden Stand – DONE!
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Yes, you read that right. This is my oldest WIP. I adopted these legs back in 1988, and originally I wanted to turn them into a coffee table. But I’ve never had room for a coffee table that big, and I couldn’t figure out how to level off the top. Now I have a solution for the latter problem, and the plan is to slather on some terracotta outdoor paint and surround them with pot plants.

2nd row, right: Paul’s Dad’s Sketches
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A really big project with two aims. First, to gather the sketches together in a aesthetically pleasing and accessible way (most are in ugly plastic folders). Second, to do so in a way that takes up less space. This one is going to take a lot of thinking.

3rd row, left: Plaster Mould Box Frames
Underneath the previous house I owned, I found a whole lot of framer supplies. Among them were some plaster moulds for making decorative mouldings. I kept a few of them, thinking they were too interesting to throw away. But they’re delicate and I can’t glue or put screws in them, so I need to work out a way to make protective frames they won’t fall out of, to either sit on a shelf or hang. (No pics because the moulds are in the garage in a cupboard I can’t get to without backing a car out.)

3rd row, right: Wall Art for Bathroom – DONE!
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Our bathroom is purple. A very dark purple, too. There’s a big wall above the bath that is begging for some decoration. I was going to paint a design. I like the idea of wall decals, too, but haven’t found any I like yet.

4th row, left: Paint Mirror, Front Door Gloss Black
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Actually, what started as a way to improve an ugly mirror frame and our pink front door (yes, it’s pink, a dark salmony revolting pink) has grown into an expanding project for redecorating the lounge. We have a feature wall in burgundy that needs repainting, and after looking into black wallpapers I’ve got an idea for doing something combining black matt and gloss paint.

4th row, right: Dyed Denim Rya Rug – did another tabby rag rug instead
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This one has been on the list for a while now. I’ve done a sampler (pic above). I just need to dye up some denim strips, warp up the loom and get knotting. Trouble is, it’s a slow process and it’ll keep me from doing other weaving projects for some time.

And on the next page of my sketchbook there are more ideas appearing, including:

Recycled Objects Mirrors – DONE!
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I have two leftover mirrors and mdf circles from decorating the ensuite. I have chopsticks, and wooden pegs, and stain, and varnish…

Wooden Bowl Frames
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I had this idea a few years ago, and only found the right kind of bowls in an op shop recently. These old 70s style finger bowls would make great frames, either for black and white photos or mini paintings. I’ll mount the photos on a white block set in the middle of the frames.

Most of these projects involve the recycling or repurposing of something. This isn’t a new interest – more of an ongoing one. I used to ‘rescue’ old furniture and give it a new life. It came out of a need to be thrifty, but I’ve come to love the look of old stuff revived, and of salvaged, throw-away materials repurposed. And with Paul being a bit of accumulator of ‘interesing old stuff’ (but not much of a renovator of them) I have plenty of material to work with.