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Roadtrip – The Northern Territory

 ©Kara Rosenlund Thought I would share my latest road trip with you, straight down the centre of the Northern Territory, Australia…. I couldn’t believe how fast and dramatic the landscape changed along the three day journey….. I have always wanted to visit the NT and of course Uluru, though flying into Alice Springs and driving out just didn’t feel right for me, I wanted a longer journey which made the reward – being Uluru, feel deserved….. If you have the chance to make the trip I would strongly recommend the drive from Darwin. There is just something silencing about a road trip; you set off with your head ablaze with city stresses and before long the landscape dissolves all the pressures….today’s post is a lengthy one, make yourself a cuppa and settle in….  … I arrived in Darwin and was welcomed by the winter heat in the air… I was keen to hit the road, so I headed straight out of Darwin down the Stuart Highway to Katherine for the night…. watching the landscape change in the light as I drove…  … passed many a ‘road train’ on the highway; some of the longest I have ever seen with numerous dogs – dogs is trucker talk for trailers – impressed? Some empty, some full of cattle. I found the truck drivers to be very considerate on the road, indicating and waving when it was safe to overtake and giving a friendly ‘Hoy’ hello when passing in the opposite direction, in actual fact there was so much ‘hoying’ happening on the highway my index fingers were feeling the strain of the kindness….  …. what I love most about road tripping is when you see something you want to take a shot of or take a closer look at you just can pull over – hence this herd of curious brahman lining the highway in parts….     … driving into Katherine on dusk; the ghost gums almost glowed against the back burnt scrub… … and then on to Tennant Creek…. old gems like these make my heart sing; original old establishments lost in time…  … back on the road for sunrise…. watching the electric colours of the dry grass alight whizz by, framed by the car window….  … I like looking out for quirky things along the way; something unexpected, something that makes you realise that within the vast open country activity is happening…     … then after three days of driving the colour palette of the land intensified and I realised I was in the heart of Australia, in the red desert… I had arrived…  … I was very fortunate to stay at Longitude 131; I had always wanted to stay here, for years and years. I would see shots in magazines of the luxury tents nestled in the sand dunes of the desert and rip out the pages and stick them onto my mood boards. Their timeless nature really stayed with me, immersed in the wilderness with views of the Uluru-Kata Tjuta National Park. I had promised myself that if I ever had the chance to make the journey to Uluru I would make the most of it by staying at Longitude 131… who wouldn’t want to wake up to Uluru… … each tent plays a visual narrative; homage to a notable pioneering Australian who has had a significant impact and challenged Australia’s vast interior; either through exploration, anthropology or indigenous rights, including Edward John Eyre, John O’Hara Bourke and William John Wills, John McDouall Stuart, Ernest Giles, William Christie Goss, Sir Sydney Kidman, John Flynn, Jane Webb, Bill Harney, Len Tuit, EJ Connellan, Ian and Lyn Conway, Peter Severin, Olive Pink and Bill King… impressive line up…  … the interiors of the each of the tents are very considered…. lots of framed handwritten letters and paper ephemera matching the unique person of whom the tent is named. This particular tent was named after Ernest Giles, the Australian explorer…. and given the style and layout of Longitude 131 you really feel as though you are a little bit of an explorer – discovering the undiscovered… … nothing was overlooked at Longitude 131…. even the colour palette of the furnishing and […]

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February Fete

Ah, Saturday, you were grand… we had the February Fete with ceramist Kylie of Paper Boat Press at her shop/gallery over at Ashgrove, Brisbane…. my gosh, was it a crazy busy day… these lovely shots on the blog were actually not captured by me this time I was a little busy wrapping and packing and hanging out with lovely customers… they were shot by the talented Ashley Oostdyck – thank you Ash x … a few weeks ago while chatting over a glass or three of red wine Kylie and I decided we should do something together, a collaboration of sorts; we came up with a ‘february fete’, where I bring my caravan Frankie over to her studio/shop and we ‘bang out our wares’ so to speak; my old wares and Kylie’s handmade ceramics; we put it out there through our social media avenues and come Saturday morning we both really didn’t know how it was going to pan out…. eeeekk … let’s just say that the power of local community is where it is at…. Ashgrove – who would of thought! We were both so overwhelmed by everyone who came out to see us and to take part in the little suburban fete….it felt like a really good party… seriously and I have been to a lot of parties in my time….there were so many familiar faces and so many new faces too….. lots of laughter, music and excitement…the buzzing corner block literally went off… …. thank you so much to all who came out to see us… we are going to plan another one for later in the year…it really was that much fun …. sometimes good things do come from having a few too many glasses of wine with friends…. Love Local! K x  

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What happens on holidays…

 ©Kara Rosenlund …. Ah, summer holidays…. weren’t you grand…. do you know what happens on summer holidays… you become blissful…. you become more resilient…. you become happier and trust life more…… well, at least this is what happens to me once a year until real life wears it out of you…. … so the thing about me is that I love unpractical old stuff… my very first car was a 1954 powder blue Morris Minor….Dad and I went halves ….. My father and I used to burn around on the northside of Brisbane together as he taught me shouted at me how to drive a manual… Frankie the caravan is a 1956 caravan….stubborn old lady… our house is an old girl… bless her bones – an 1890’s workers cottage it’s called a ‘workers’ cottage for a reason!’… you have to work her hard…. I have always loved the old… I think it is all Dads fault… so what happens on blissful summer holidays….. you blissfully think you have more room and patience in your life for more of the old ….. …. Hello Margot……. So, let’s start at the beginning….. I have always loved old Mercedes… the classic hat shape, the grill, the lights, the bench seats…. the calibre of people who drive these cars are what I call ‘my tribe’…. people who persevere even though really, let’s face it, it can be a pain in the arse to own an old car…… so, 1968 was always going to be the year – its a classic year for Mercedes my secret dream car is actually the ’68 Mercedes  Pagoda, hello $60k …. so it was just a matter of waiting until the right 45 year old bird came along so to speak….. … and she did…. after researching on and off for years on ‘car’ websites I found my girl on ebay…. yup, ebay… I know…. crazy town.. you would think dodgy huh, but so soooo not….. my parents were convinced it was a hoax ad and I would be abducted.… anyway while on a blissful Stradbroke Island three day holiday previous post….I stalked the ’68 on eBay….. and I did good…. I won her….. i never win anything usually…. … except she was in another state and a little bit regional in her geography…… ah, that holiday sunshine sure makes you think anything is possible doesn’t it…. so, just like that Timothy O and I boarded a plane, hired a car, drove four hours and met our new four wheeled friend and her motor parents…. …. it really was love at first sight… the corner windows…. the leather upholstery… the large windows… her smell….. ah…. love…. …. and just like that the keys were handed over and she was ours…… see you later hire car…. hello old friend ….some things just feel right from the start…. the thing with driving an old car is that it really is a treat, it really is…. you know when you pass an old car on the highway and the windows are down and the drivers’ arm is perched out the window and their hand is catching in the wind dancing in the current…. you look at that car from your air conditioned ‘windows up’ new car and you think wow, freedom….. you know what… it really is…. it really is pure indulgent old school freedom….. ….. so we set off on our long trip home back to Brisbane…. like anxious new parents….. listening to every noise and vibration she shared with us….. we drove…. …. and drove…..   …. bought some apricots from the roadside…. everything looks better in Margot…..  …. and kept driving some more….. ….. and even some more…… these two shots were taken from the inside of Margot’s window frames…. whizzing through the bush, the slow narrow Australian roads, before the bustling fast highways where built… we passed only tractors… …. met another old girl on the highway and had a cold ale together…. how could you not….. bless Australian pubs…. …. and we drove some more….. taking it all in…. breathing in 1968 air and slowing life down a bit….. appreciating the good life. Ah, holiday sunshine, you sure make the impossible possible! […]

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Stradbroke Island

©Kara Rosenlund Before Christmas Timothy O and I set off on a little ‘pre’ Christmas holiday…. just a quick  dash away… we had hoped to take Frankie our caravan away, though we had let it go too late to get an available site at most caravan parks….its competitive you know, ha instead we thought ‘where else can we get that old school easy summer holiday vibe by the sea’..…. Hello Stradbroke Island…. … I must admit I haven’t spent too much time on Straddie… the last time I visited was about ten years ago when I was photographing cricketer Matthew Hayden at his holiday house… so the thought of going somewhere ‘new’ which wasn’t really that far was rather exciting… … I even found the 45 minute barge ride over to Straddie from Cleveland exciting…. looking out onto the bay…. … from the moment we arrived there was such positive energy everywhere…. friends, cousins, parents, kids, all enjoying each others company and sharing the best of the outdoors together…. it literally felt like we had gone back in time…. … I just couldn’t get over the sheer natural beauty of the island… um,why hadn’t we come over before this?… Timothy O and I had a long swim here at Amity Point in the turquoise water and washed all traces of the city off our skin… … we then set off to explore the island, picking up some local seafood along the way… … we came across this beach and made ourselves right at home on the sand…. … isolated… in the best sort of way… … I forgot to pack the beach umbrella, so we made do with an old favourite hemp blanket of mine… this old thing doubles or rather triples as a sheet for the bed, a picnic blanket for the park and a tablecloth for entertaining… and now a beach canopy… … and this was us for the next few hours… just like this… how ridiculously lucky… … the perseverance of nature… beautiful little balls of sand made by sand crabs; filtering the wet sand looking for food… … all along the beaches are these ghostly trees… so rugged… … early dinner in the sand…. seafood always tastes better when you can see the ocean doesn’t it…. …. and then the sun went down… … bright and early the next day we headed to Point Lookout to see what has happening there… … more of the good life… … we came across this too cute for words ‘Prawn Shack’…. love it’s simplicity.. … and fell head over heels in love with the sweet sign writing and colour scheme…. … Trumans … an independent health food / general store…. … the island is dotted with such quirky charms…. like this weathered pair of old plastic chairs… concreted into the cement….. perhaps two old friends like to fish off this cliff together… and don’t like to bring along their own chairs, ha … and the iconic fibro fisherman’s shack, scattered all over Straddie… such humble proportions… four walls and not much else.. … and just like that it was over…. K x

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Christmas Day

©Kara Rosenlund Happy New Year! Christmas came by and went just as fast as it arrived didn’t it?… I was a bit late getting the tree up this year, though she did come together rather well in mid December…eeekk, … each year I always ‘treat’ the tree and myself to a couple of new ornaments… this year it was some beautiful handmade stars by Brisbane ceramic studio paper boat press… … trimming the tree would have to be one of my most favourite Christmas time activities…I purchased these ornaments last year from Anthropologie… a pair of tin and glitter whales… … and a feathery swan… everything looks better with glitter… ….You know how some years are great Christmas’ and then other years are just not so great… well this year was the latter – a ‘not so’ Christmas, though honestly it came good in the end…. it had all the makings of being a cracker of a Christmas I adore Christmas…. First and foremost I had found a ‘Christmas Day dress’, ha  love a new frock for any occasion, I had planned a really interesting menu using local produce suppliers and was ready to jingle myself well into the mayhem of Christmas when …. Timothy O and I unexpectedly ended up spending Christmas Eve at the avian vet with one of our beloved little girls Coco… which resulted in her sadly being put down….. this broke our hearts, even more as our Gigi had come to the same fate three weeks earlier….just like that Christmas was off… … to have the love of an animal is a true gift and the purest of joys… needless to say Timothy O and I felt the aching loss of one of the brightest and most curious of characters within our home and secretly our favourite chicken …. come Christmas morning I decided to pull it together and put Christmas ‘back on’…. makeshift style….a coming together of loved ones to enjoy each other’s company and conversation….. to celebrate the good times with the not so good times… … I had planned to visit my local haberdashery on Christmas Eve to buy some grosgrain ribbon to pretty up all the plates for each place setting…. needless to say that was the last thing on my mind… instead I tore up an old skirt which I had been holding on to for far too long… I  could never part with it as I loved the fabric…. and just like that ‘hello better than grosgrain ribbon’ for the plates….. … I didn’t have any bon bons / crackers on hand either, though I did have quite the number of these delightful triple milled ‘bon bon soaps’ by Murphy and Daughters… so they were the ‘makeshift’ bon bon’s to top each place setting…. plus they made the table smell delightful… summer frangipani wafting in the air…. I will be doing this again next year… … I threw a few bottles of our most favourite rosè on ice we always have plenty of this….. Logan wine make every gathering feel that bit more special and familiar…. like seeing an old friend who still wears the same fragrance… … I also didn’t get around to doing much of a grocery shop either, as in the fridge was practically empty so Mum and I made up a few boards of what she had in her fridge and what we had in ours…. … my father had bought a kilo of prawns straight off the trawler on Christmas Eve, so my parents brought them up on Christmas Day… I made the prawns into individual ‘Potted Prawns’ and ‘potted’ them into glass clip jars to posh them up… amazing… super easy and rather effortless… … we all chopped wood and cranked up the wood fire oven and Timothy O worked his magic on a piece of Bangalow pork I had arranged at least something prior.… I threw together some potatoes from the pantry and beans from the garden, while roasting some everyday ordinary apples to make apple sauce….. … stocking filler gifts became parts of dessert….. sorry Dad, I owe you x… … and luckily Brisbane’s baked goods ‘institution’ Jocelyn’s Provisions had an extra Yule Log on hand…. practically unheard of at Christmas… […]

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Weekend in Pictures

©Kara Rosenlund Weekend… where did you go?… gone so fast…come back…. this weekend was very laid-back and chilled… Timothy O and I decided to head to Byron for half of the weekend to have a swim and take in the good weather…. … I don’t think there is a happier place for me than by the sea…. even when the hot sand burns your feet, I love it…. I especially enjoy Tallow Beach… always long for a dip here…. … Back at home, Sunday morning started off slow, just playing some vinyl… this is one of my all time favourite albums – St Germain, Tourist….. I remember seeing this Parisian man and his band play about ten years ago… he didn’t speak a word of English to the crowd for the whole set- only French…. amazing… one of the best gigs I have ever been to…. … I had a bunch of lemon myrtle left over from a recent shoot, so I decided to dry it out to make tea… I’ll let you know how I go with the tea…. interesting times in the kitchen… … It was lunch time before I knew and it had become so hot with a thunderstorm about to roll in… so we had a lazy lunch of fresh prawns on the back deck as the rain pelted down on our old tin roof…. sounded spectacular and such a welcomed sound after so long without rain… … decided to get an early start on dinner clearly I was very hungry on Sunday, I have just noticed everything is about food …. … I had made a pine nut encrusted lamb dish, however something happened, or maybe it rather didn’t happen and I somehow ruined the lamb, eeeek…. so we had to have dessert for dinner…. I most certainly lost some wife points Sunday evening… ohwell…. it happens Hope you had a great weekend! K x

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Weekend in Pictures – Auckland

Ah, Auckland… you were grand…. This has turned into a travel blog of sorts hasn’t it, ha… last week Hamilton Island, this week New Zealand… … so I arrived in Auckland and picked up the hire car and went straight to Father Rabbit.… isn’t it funny, you never feel alone in a city which hosts your favourite shops… Father Rabbit was introduced to me by my good friend Sally O.. all good things come from Sally O…. Father Rabbit’s new burrow – in The Bloc on 20 Normanby Road, Mt Eden…. … when I was first starting up Travelling Wares with Frankie the caravan – so too did Father Rabbit with their online experience….. I instantly feel in love with Father Rabbit’s aesthetic and their humour…. in Father Rabbit’s words our two businesses are ‘brothers from a different mother… but same Father Rabbit… I think they actually said it a lot more eloquently than that… that’s my Mother Rabbit’s genes coming through x … I feel so proud of my friends Claudia and Nick for their huge achievement with Father Rabbit. When you start a small business you never know where you will end up with it… especially when it comes to turbulent retail…. their space at The Bloc is exquisite… … after meeting Claudia finally in person I felt like I was some foreign exchange student / penpal from Germany after corresponding via instagram and Facebook for so long, ha ….we decided to go out for dinner to Orphans Kitchen.. ohmy… that experience deserves a whole new blog post on it’s own…. and in proper photographer fashion I decided to not take my camera to dinner… fool… If you are a local check it out, if you are visiting Auckland put it on your list….. brilliant atmosphere and top notch seasonal food…. packed from 7pm with Auckland’s cool kids… with beards and tattoos riding fixies… you know the type…. … I woke rather early in the hotel room forgot to pull the curtains and shot this frame while still in bed…. with the three hour time difference it was about 2am in Brisbane…. 5am in Auckland….. ah…. time to get the day rolling I supposed….. … went for a morning walk and hit Good One for an early coffee and brioche….. it is off Ponsonby Road on Douglas street – my dad’s name is Douglas, so I thought I would see what was down papa’s street.… again more super cool Auckland kids…. beards, tattoos, bikes and coffee…..all goes hand in hand really doesn’t it…. this is clearly on the list for the seriously cool coffee connoisseur… .. By 10am I was at Mildred & Co to meet Milly who was hosting Megan Morton’s The School’s NZ Roadshow …. and my Vignette Workshop…. … another light filled beautiful space done so well and really considered… …. come 6pm the space was bustling with 45 lovely ladies all here to see my Vignette class.… so exciting… and boy did we have a blast! xx … thank you all who came along…. it is one thing to host workshops in your own country… though to cross the blue pacific is another thing…. I was so touched by the audience. thank you x … Saturday morning I hit Flotsam and Jetsam …. now, this place came with quite the reputation….. a very good reputation….. forget beards, tattoos and fixies, this is the real deal…. … I didn’t know what this sign meant which was out the front of Cameron and Gav’s shop…. boy, o, boy….. was I about to… hello world class donuts…. … who says retail is dead…. this place was heaving with people… this was a lucky shot with no one in it… l think I was blocking the doorway as I shot this….. … now, I know how hard it is to source the good stuff….and not keep it for yourself my hat really does go off to Flotsam and Jetsam… amazing variety of objects, both small and large, from 45c upwards…. something for everyone, which really is the secret to a successful retail experience is’n it…. such an array of the good stuff…. …. a rabbit warren of rooms both upstairs and downstairs… perfect for the thrill of the hunt…. ….. I […]

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Weekend in Pictures – qualia

©Kara Rosenlund Where to start…my heart is still pumping from the magical weekend gone past… filled with beautiful blues, sheer obscene natural beauty and enough laughter to make my ribs sore still as I write this…On Friday morning I headed to qualia, the luxury resort nestled into the northern most tip of Hamilton Island, surrounded by the Great Barrier Reef…. I had been invited to source and style an intimate brunch event in conjunction with World Champagne Day’s festivities yes, there really is such a fabulous thing…and in association with Riedel glassmakers, Vogue Living and The Champagne Bureau. I was absolutely thrilled to be invited on board for one of qualia’s prestigious events, the resort offers such a diverse and elite calibre of offerings and plays host to some of the most stunning and luxurious functions I have seen…. … I threw together a few essentials to get me through the fabulous weekend ahead…. … while I was flying in over the islands I was amazed by how majestic the islands appeared… so much raw beauty surrounded by every hue of blue imaginable….. … so vast…. the vista really does leave you in silence… …. I was promptly collected from the airport and generously given a tour of the island…. everything looks better in island mode…. even the palm trees…. …. Hamilton Island’s main mode of transport is the golf buggy… very easy to zoom around in…. never one to shy away from adventure, I headed out straight away in my buggy and we hit the bitumen exploring together…. …. these little things make life so easy on the island…. for the first few hours I did find myself giggling out loud…. I felt very Fantasy Island – in the best possible way – as I zoomed and weaved around the beaches and coves… everyone I passed was literally beaming with joy too. … had a dip in the ocean…  nothing beats salty water on the skin and the taste of the sea air… …. then went for a long walk along qualia’s private Pebble Beach …. … nature, ah, you blow my mind every time; so many beautiful pieces coral washed up along the shoreline… … I came across this charming lighthouse in the marina precinct by the yacht club…. by this stage I really didn’t feel like I was in Australia anymore –  I know, sounds strange the salt air had gone to my head, Hamilton Island was reminding me of a little island I once visited off the French west coast, where bicycle is the main mode…you arrive and are immediately able to have your own independence to explore and experience the best of the island, which I think really sets the tone for a colourful holiday… … Porto del Sol… Gate to the Sun…. … the Vogue Living Champagne Dinner was being set up alongside Pebble Beach at qualia… by my good friend Megan Morton… and the theme for the dinner was The Great Gatsby, there was evidence of decadence everywhere… oversized balloons dancing in the breeze, glittering tinsel in the sunset and bejewelled details everywhere…. … incredible handmade paper centre pieces made by paper artist and friend James Gordon generously adorned each table….  celebrating opulence… … Heidi Moore-Gill’s gracious balloons… …. The Party Starts Here… and it sure did…. one of my instagram snaps from the evening….I had the most magical time under the stars at our table, the colourful conversation flowed as did the exquisite champagne; Billecart Salmon Brut NV, Bollinger La Grande Annee 2004, Charles Heidsieck Brut Millesime 2000 and Piper-Heidsieck Rose Sauvage NV as the sea lapped along the waters edge…. … the fabulous soiree mid swing…. … I’m such a sentimentalist – I love to collect petite bits from such events…  to remember the brilliant times had….a couple of corks from the champagne and this little sweet Yarra Valley caviar tin which our first course was served in….. … I was up early Saturday morning being charmed by such colour… … the dining table tops at qualia’s Long Pavilion…. inspired by aerials of Queensland’s Great Barrier Reef… … the spectacular view from the Long Pavilion at breakfast …. … I hit Pebble Beach again to soak up some more sunshine…. … which lead to a long swim […]

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Weekend in Pictures

©Kara Rosenlund Nothing quite beats a long weekend in spring… three days to catch up on things and enjoy the balmy outdoor weather…. and exactly that was had over the last weekend….. On Saturday night Timothy O’s mother had her 1970’s inspired disco 60th birthday party… Timothy O went as one of the village people with a dash of Freddie Mercury and I frocked up with sequins and hot pink tinsel hair…. … Sunday turned out to be not so balmy, rather extremely hot… we toyed with the idea about going to the beach, however I suspected half of Brisbane was at both ends of the coasts, so we stayed at home and had a little ‘house holiday’ here…. we had lots of cold oranges to stay cool…I know, not quite the beach, though you know.. I like oldschool… … I even made a batch of elderflower cordial from the elderflower bush in the backyard…. I hadn’t made cordial before, it is so easy… hot water, sugar lots, lemon juice and citric acid and then steep the heads of the elderflower in the mixture for 48 hours lucky it was a long weekend, didn’t realise it would take that long… … very refreshing on a hot summers day…. between you and me I think spring has moved on…  … it was really too hot to do much, so we cranked up the wood fire oven i know, even more heat, crazy and made a really special long lunch for just the two of us….. I just love the smell of wood burning and smoke wafting around in the air on weekend afternoon…… … hot smokey chicken, mustard seed potatoes, new season asparagus and lentils…. then the afternoon light disappeared and the evening was upon us…. … Timothy O had to dash off interstate early on Monday, so I spent the day pottering around… I consider ‘moving bits around’ as cleaning…. sort of the same…. brings more joy though than cleaning….. ha. I just came across this silver jug a couple of days ago, I like it’s squat shape…. … I also came across this old 1950’s beach hat while on a buying trip last week….. it is practically falling apart, though I love the feeling old beach hats conjure…. made me wish we had gone to the beach the day before… ha … my favourite bit is the old raffia top… almost caving in on itself….. … cleaned out my new bag… it is crazy how much junk bags hold…. I had this one made by cordwainer Jess Wootten…. you may remember I met him a while back in Melbourne, I just love everything he does… I asked him to make me a big ‘everyday bag’, something I can just throw everything in… and that’s what he made…hence the bag clean out….she holds a lot…  I tied on a shibori napkin by another friend Karina Pires for a bit of a lift… …. I bought this little old inexpensive German alarm clock a few weeks back on ebay…. I was tired of going to bed with my phone beside me as my alarm; I would be checking emails and instagraming and all sorts of things as I fell asleep…. I told myself, no technology allowed in the room of rest…. it arrived and I cranked this little number up and boy o boy, does she tick…. loudly…deafening…. it lasted about an hour on the beside…. I was too scared of having dreams about a bomb ticking away in my house, or my life slowly, yet loudly ticking by….literally…. she now lives in the kitchen….  handy really…. except when the alarm goes off sporadically… That was the long weekend…. a little bit of rest, a bit of rearranging and it looks like more instagramming in bed to come… K x  

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Weekend in Pictures

©Kara Rosenlund What a weekend it was…. we were at the farmers market here in Brisbane and as I was setting up the stall at 4.30pm in the dark all I could see was the sky lighting up… not from the sun rising, rather strikes of lightenng and rumbles of thunder….shit not ideal conditions for an outdoor market….. eeeekkkk…. Oh, well… what can you do….. …. I decided to have a kip in Frankie the caravan until the rain passed…… … our beautiful wares on the slightly damp trestles tables… German oyster plates and English cake forks….. … after the market finished we packed up and came back home and I got stuck into this wonderful cookery collection from Penguin…. … poked my head into the hen house to see what the girls had been up to ….. they had been busy too….. paying their rent… ha … Timothy O’s elderflower is bloomin’ blooming…. we are planing to make syrup for spring time cordial ….. we then started to watch Seven Years in Tibet in the early evening one of my absolute favourite films, though we both fell asleep….. ha, market days are looong … I was up at the crack of dawn on Sunday with a plan ……Spring, bring it on…. to hit the local market and get lots and lots of seedlings and flowers for our new veggie patch…… the veggie patch was so new it wasn’t even finished when I bought these on Sunday morning…. I am a chicken before the egg kinda girl….  My family came over and we finished off the veggie patch and shovelled a few loads of dirt off the trailer to fill up the new patch…. …. I bought two bunches of these beautiful homegrown snapdragons one bunch for me and one for my mother from an older woman at the Sunday market… she grows them alongside her strawberries which she farms to encourage the bees…… Nothing beats the generous size of a homegrown bunch of flowers…. I really really really want to have a garden bed just for cut flowers…. maybe one day soon….put it on the list… The strawberry farmer lady really inspired me…. … so so pretty….. I could stare at them all day…. … I just can’t get enough of the flowers…… …. petite spinach seedlings going into the garden….. … I picked up some Cosmos for the garden too…. I just love this time of year….. …. hardy little plants for the rooftop garden on top of the hen house….. …. even more Cosmos…. um, yup, I really did go a bit overboard…. …. the Gardenias are out and are transforming the air with their heady fragrance wafting throughout the house…. …. I found this old Chinese birdcage at the market and our little possum friend is still living in the basket on the left…. under a paper bag naturally…. we have named her Priscilla. She scoots out at about 6pm each evening, up out of the basket and runs along the old tin roof line… each morning I feel the basket to make sure she is back inside it and that she has made it home safe…. That was it, that was our weekend… lots of dirt under the nails and lots of digging and sowing…and maybe a few aches come today hopefully soon there will be more to share from the veggie patch… K x

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Weekend in Pictures

©Kara Rosenlund Weekend in Pictures…. How was your weekend? Mine was crazy! I think I am better in Spring, much more motivated. There was a lot to do around the house as I haven’t been home a lot lately on weekends, so it was nice to get my hands dirty and get into it…. … I got up early to feed the chickens and let them out of their pen my daily routine.… and also to make some tea… I was surprised by how strong the light was beaming through the windows at 5.45am… magical… ….  made some toast, rather burnt some toast …. … to make soldiers for boiled eggs on toast with the girls fresh eggs for Timothy O and I Timothy O likes hard boiled, I prefer mine soft and gooey…. the chickens have just started laying again for the season, so they are really hungry all the time now they are using more energy…. still totally in love with the crocheted egg cozies of the girls…. they always make me giggle… … I decided to paint the old hutch I picked up a while back a dark grey colour it was a yellow colour previously… it lives on the back deck with crockery piled high… so I unpacked all the crockery to paint it and I think I ended up adding more when I refilled it …. plus a cake for fun…. … came across this old English soda syphon….  a past utilitarian object with so much beauty… why can’t they make everyday objects with such beauty and quality materials… … Saturday sheet washing day…. linen hanging on the hills hoist out the back…. … freshly made bed… nothing beats it…. …. Timothy O is part of an ‘heirloom seed club’, so we planted some seeds which arrived in the mail in these little old seedling pots….. hopefully chamomile will shoot up soon…. It’s so incredible that the world depends on seeds; no seeds no food….. …. I woke up early on Sunday to do the same chicken routine and to go to a local farmers market to pick up some more ‘established’ seedlings for the veggie patch…. the chickens have destroyed most of the plants we had planted… they don’t so much eat the plants, they just end up sitting on them and squashing them… ha….. … the seedlings awaiting the veggie patch…. … the passionfruit vine is growing so fast which fills me with so much joy… we are making the vines into a canopy above the oven…. I am in love with green right now…. I have always liked green in the past, though it has been no love affair between us, though right now I am finding green really soothing and inspiring… I’m going to paint this area where the oven is and the sink (two shots above) a green colour soon… am I taking green too far?? … …. and the wisteria is out again… our front garden smells like sweet sherbet has exploded in a lolly shop…. … debuted my new hat…. a cross between a sunhat and a panama, hello, best looking hat ever…. …. and one more of the finished hutch… she sure did take some paint…. K xx

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Tasmania in Pictures

 ©Kara Rosenlund Hello… this post has been in the making for a few weeks, ever since I came back from my ‘Vignette Workshop‘ in Tasmania…. I think I still have ‘Tasmanian Fever’ from all the beauty that was had whilst on our ‘working holiday’ in the Apple Isle. What an incredible piece of Australia Tasmania is… yup, would you believe I had never visited… now I can’t wait to go back….  … Timothy O and I flew in to Launceston and then hired a car and drove out to the east coast and shacked up in this little cottage for a few days by the sea…. … seashells on the cottage’s window sill…. knew it was my sort of place from the moment I saw these beauties lined up…. … this was literally on our doorstep…. wild grasses and fresh sea air…. … Timothy O had the fire going quick smart… it was warm during the day, though everything is always better with a fire isn’t it…. plus the temperature went down pretty fast come dusk…. … our passageway down to the isolated beach… literally never saw another person on the beach for the whole time we were here…. … Timothy O going for a bit of an exploration through the grasses… .. it was so quiet… I sat in this spot daily, just watching and listening to the water lap and the birds play….. as time passed…. what a complete indulgence… … I didn’t expect water so blue and so clear… … beautiful seashells washed up on the beach…. I may have snuck a few home with me… … gull tracks in the sand…. now, talk about the good life, they have it good there…. … the view from the top of a nearby rocky cliff… … just magic… I want to move to Tasmania…. … so does Timothy O … he found this old felt hat in Launceston…. it has become a firm favourite….. … I had a sun drenched afternoon kip in amongst the wild grasses as they danced around in the wind… … and before we knew it, it was time to hit the road and get to Hobart for the Vignette Workshop… … The beautiful old community hall at Battery Point was the venue for ‘The School’s Tasmanian Roadshow’ and where my workshop was held… Such lovely window light and high ceilings… thank you so much to everyone who came to the class; it was such a special evening. … blossom was in bloom all over Tasmania…. We left Hobart and headed to the Derwent Valley to spend a day at Rodney and Severine Dunn’s sustainable farm-based cooking school The Agrarian Kitchen. A visit here had been on my ‘to do’ list for such a long time, I had to pinch myself many a time through out the day…. On their abundant 5 acre farm you are encouraged to get your hands dirty and dig up vegetables, milk goats and collect eggs from the chickens and more….. Our group of new friends all made a wonderful meal together under the direction of Rodney in the kitchen, learning new tricks and tips…. … rows of drying corn hang from the high ceiling… getting ready to be ground into polenta… … details from the mantle in the kitchen…. … a small selection of The Agrarian Kitchen’s larder…. wish mine looked like that… … Rodney with the pheasants, they had been hanging for a few days to increase the flavour of the meat…. more than ever it is extremely important to understand and appreciate where ‘what we eat’ comes from…. and not to take it for granted or be naive about it…. … when you appreciate exactly where ‘lunch’ comes from then there is a greater understanding to consume only what you need and not to waste…. … Timothy O was my partner from the group of course and we made the entree ‘Twice Cooked Souffle with Truffle Oil’… I have no words… no words which would come close to describing not only this entree but the whole lunch…the whole day for that matter…. it was such a wonderful humbling day…. …. then we drove to the airport…. Ah Australia… I […]

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Kara’s love for authenticity and adventure is celebrated through her photography, styling and travelling wares retail experience. She is passionate about Australia and how we all live within its vast landscape. Kara photographs and shares visual stories from her adventures inspired by the everyday people and landscapes she encounters. She has a unique little caravan shop called Travelling Wares, where she shares utilitarian objects for the home sourced locally. Above all else Kara is a lover of all things stylish and beautiful. She shares her humble life through her blog, Facebook and Instagram.

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