thunder storms and hitchcock…

what better than to cosy up and watch hitchcock’s rear window while the storm continues outside…especially after getting wet in it countless times today whilst trying to get some shots with the old faithful slr at a couple of  beaches.  This included some tricky avoiding of lightning strikes of abandoned beach parasol poles, whichI was resolved to use in the shots.   left the digital today to return to old faithful bulky pentax. there is still something about the mystery and anticipation of wating to see what the photo will come out like and if it comes out at all rather than just flicking through on your digital.   found some fun pieces too on etsy to match my hitchcock, stormy day:

vintage hitchcock 60s magazines

Lady Hitchcock by dkim

The birds pillow by regansbrain

domestic goddess missing, presumed non-existent

so something else happened again to break the serenity of domesticity…yes i am mourning the loss of my ‘z’ key… usually the role of domestic goddess involves the effortless handling of the domestic props you know like the vacuum cleaner…well yes I sucked up my ‘z’ key. oops. luckily as always things turn out well as it is the ‘z’ key and apart from repeatedly having to use it for this disaster recital who needs to use the ‘z’ key (there it goes again) right?…well I did always love those Tarantino lines ‘Where’s Z?’…’Z's dead, Z’s dead baby’.

…beware she’s armed and she’s not afraid to use it… pin everything down next time the power of the sucker comes out again…

stuck on decoupage

after spending a weekend of wardrobe rearranging spurred by rewatching absolutely fabulous’ eddie claim that she had ‘battery clothes’ in her closet and the war with coat hangers i have every time i try to extract some item of clothing enough was enough. and rummaging around in the dark recesses of my closet I unearthed a collection of old memory boxes. my finds harked back to schooldays: crafting of decoupage, each piece a montage of vivid flashbacks. also remembering how relaxing I used to find it and having stores of magazines needing to be recycled why not try it again… now I have two things in common with marie antoinette, not the greatly misunderstood woman part but an apparent love of decoupage and shoes…

so I started off small again, covering a few old kitchen trays which I was tired of… and then onto furniture… I managed to get a great venice chair in the sale, of which I love the twenties art deco sunburst style back. the wood of the chair had already been scratched hence it’s bargain sale price. so for once whatever domestic goddess chose to do would be an improvement and rescuing a vintage classic design. the results…it’s a work in progress (no legs yet) but so far the gluing is going well and as I don’t have to use super glue which I have obviously had several mishaps with (you know gluing my fingers, hands together, becoming attached to the thing you are trying to glue: everyone does that right?) decoupage is a breeze…

tastes change a little though I’ no longer cutting out teenage heart throbs but adore going through interior design mags…but I also realised that no one can escape the eighties and the chair looks great with this vintage throwback pink polka dot bag listed on pinkmilkvintage…

legs coming soon…

domestic goddess, missing presumed non existent

…my recent move into a new apartment space inspired my inner wannabe domestic goddess, I’m just not sure she’s ready to be unleashed.  being in  my vintage kitsch kitchen for long hours (yes I realise it shouldn’t take that  long) baking muffins whilst wearing a polka dot red apron is a re-invented fifties domestic goddess fantasy…some women can skillfully pull it off, some others well…

This is the first of a series entitled: hello my name is sarah and I’m a domestic goddess, missing….. presumed non existent

Deciding to embrace the slight mishaps that appear to befall me in the home I thought I’d share them with you as they are invariably amusing, yet surprisingly enough work out well in the end and hopefully there are thousands of others out there who can empathise with my domestic disasters.  having previously avoided this pretty well as ‘women came out of the kitchen’, it is a cruel twist in feminist liberalism that it’s now fashionable to be expected to go back and be a kitchen goddess as well as everything else!

My effort to correct what would have appeared to have been the simple oversight of using the wrong muffin trays shortly after placing them in the oven did not take into account my apparent unskilful use of the tea towel  (never got on with oven gloves: another clear inadequacy of kitchen prowess). In doing so I obviously burnt myself horrendously and dropped my poor unsuspecting sloppy muffins everywhere…

In pain and in stitches as to the ridiculous slop they lay before me… I rallied my inner domestic calm and rescued the situation…and the muffins actually turned out edible and in fact rather ‘sweet’.

sarah: fighting one domestic crisis at a time…