A Street in Kyneton, Victoria

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My last day in Victoria was spent at Angoby's guest house, where I made a huge batch of scones for Angela. (That is not Angoby's in the picture. It is one of the interesting houses on Lauriston Street where Angela Aaltink, owner of Angoby's lives.) 

The house, above, was a private home but looked like it had once been a shop.

Thse are all private homes on one old street, but it appears that a few of them were public places.

I took a walking tour down her little street of cottages and got pictures to satisfy my fence-fetish.

Of course I found some unique mail-boxes.

The fences usually matched the color scheme of the houses.

Tin roofs were abundant all over Victoria and l liked the color of this one in contrast to the roses on the fence.

The roof photo is for you architect and designer-people.

mailbox

This one could use some work.

Love the fret-work, wrought iron lace at the roof, and the rose bushes on this one.

Lovely color combo.

Color of fence matches house colors.

This could be anywhere, USA with the butte in the middle of the field. I dont thing they call them buttes (pro nounced beaut, but they look just like the ones here in Oregon.

I could not resist taking a photo of someone's timer collection.

And here is the preacher's wife with me, wearing one of those hand-knit curly scarves that were so prevalent here. She is English and kept me supplied with all kinds of tea, including an almond flavor that was out of this world.

I cannot remember which beach this was that I visited with one of my baby brothers. They are all baby brothers, since I am the eldest of the bunch.

Fabric from Spotlight called Wintella. I sewed it within hours of getting it. I am going to cut it down to a skirt, later.

Scarves everywhere in malls and shops.

Here is one I made to go with my coat, by making a casing and inserting elastic, half the lenth of the strip, which makes it curl.

Me with one of my baby bros. In the book I wrote about our childhood "Just Breathing the Air" is a photograph of him as a little boy, wearing one white boot and one black boot. In a large family, we were just happy if everyone had socks and boots and shoes and did not get too fussy about which ones they were.

And today, even though he is a fireman and an electrician and businessman, this is what he still does. The die was cast.

I got to use a brand new Janome to sew my new dress that I wanted to wear on the flight home. I chose a dress because I did not want anything around my waist to tug at during the long time of sitting. Later, I will make a skirt from it.

One more look at the galahs and the floral colors which I was never able to replicate in fabric.

I took a photo of a quilting magazine at someones house.

Here I am with Angela whom I met when we were both 16. I remember when her mother brought her to our house to see me and how calm and friendly and accepting she was.

I think this is the Balnarring beach. It sure was cold. Another one of my cute baby bros. brought me here but I cannot find his picture.

That is all for now. I still do not have jet lag but I sure do miss everyone so I will have go to back next year and check up on everyone.

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A Street in Kyneton

No Double Cream

Above: Australian sewing magazines

I am now home but due to getting behind in my diary, I still have a few more stories to tell, so the trip continues as I get caught up. I thought it was all over but the airline delays in Melbourne presented a whole new set of delightful people with their own stories, which I will relate soon. My friends and rellies loaded me with reading material and ipad movies, including The Great British Sewing Bee Series, but I was sitting between two super interesting people who kept me so entertained there was no chance to look at the quilting and craft magazines sent with me.

 

There is no commerical double-cream here and so I sing "No Double Cream" to the tune of "O Solo Mio" but someone has just told me there may be a Jersey cow owned by a nearby farmer, and I am "going for it." It was found on the local Craig's List.

 

I am relieved that I have no jet lag, but sadly, I am having caravan-park (trailer park) withdrawal, so I am looking at trailer rubber stamps for my new writing paper.

Found the farmers milk from the cow next door. Now researching how to get double cream from that top portion of the jars.

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The Dandenongs and Sassafras

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The Christian Chronicle: Sew in love

The Christian Chronicle: Sew in love

City Lights, Tea with Another Friend and Pretty Antiques

 

Tonight I attempted to get some of the lights around the peninsula on camera.

 

taken from a place called Portsea on a very cloudy night. I am not familiar enough with the ipad camera to be able to take night time pictures.

 

 

 

City lights in the distance.

On a peninsula like this one. You can see another city from just about anywhere, and various points like this one, above, have parking area where you can see another city from that vantage.

The park manager's family has been a great help and work hard to maintain the grounds and facilities here, plus constantly waiting on me at the office and shop for my many requests. Today, Saturday, Jo drove me to the train tea room, where we ate toasted sandwiches and drank cups of tea served from a teapot. Jo told me I was old enough to be her mother. She lost her mother to illness when she was just 18.

Jo also had a frothy cinnamon drink.

 

Jo was interested in looking at the Tyabb Packing House antique store and she liked the same things I liked.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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