Sunday, April 10, 2011

our weekend was . . .





the obligatory weekend tip shop visit.
a birthday party under the trees.
attempting to make friends with sourdough.
falling in love with a straw bale house.
snatching moments at the sewing machine. veggie shopping.
bracing myself for a couple of days single parenting.

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how was your weekend?

9 comments:

  1. that sounds like my perfect day! We have moved from one side of Melbourne to the other - I am so missing my tip shop!

    My weekend is going well thanks - finishing off an essay now (:

    Rach x

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  2. Sounds like a rich weekend with a bit of yearning?

    Ours - well, market shopping, planting vegie seedlings, picnic on a hilltop at back of old church (little town called Burrawang) amongst the gravestones with mostly Irish ancestry. All the women seemed to live into their 90's. Sad when you see those little graves. Sounds macarbe, but was very pleasant. Then today a bit contemplative about old wounds and relationships. Still learning things about myself as a fortysomething. Now baby fast asleep. Bliss.
    Strength for you for the next few days.
    xo.

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  3. Do we share a tip?? I visit the one on vidler off Caves rd??
    Sounds like a lovely weekend x

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  4. sounds lovely. we had a very lazy daydreamy weekend. i hope the next couple of days runs smoothly! x

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  5. They have tip shops here? Must see if our local has one :)
    A quiet and uneventful weekend here.

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  6. I love a birthday party under the trees. Sourdough is my favourite - hope you made friends with it!

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  7. Sounds like a delightful weekend! We had fantastic weather here in Chicago, so we took advantage on Sunday and strolled around the botanic gardens all afternoon (even though most stuff was still dead!). I also went to a fun bridal shower and we ate delicious Italian food. I'm ready for this coming weekend to get here to enjoy more things!

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