Excellent Progress.

I've made some good progress this weekend.

I've arranged another retail outlet for Flora's One-of-a-Kinds.

Details soon, for Brisbane lovelies, and contact me via email if there's

any wonders that you see that might compliment your tonsure in the meantime.

Fashioned up this red and black flocked taffeta.

A nod to those Flamenco dancers I saw in Barcelona.

What lovely drama.

Completed this mint green sequin headpiece.

With brightly coloured stamens.

 

Arranged my next piece of full-scale frippery.
I also think I have arranged another House-Model.
No more foam poupees!
Hooray!

I made lemon butter.
In between housework.
And it is excellent. I recommend if you up for the challenge making a batch of Macarons and with the yolks
conjure up the butter. Lemon juice, castor sugar, water and gently heat + egg yolks. Little bit of vanilla.
Maybe a salt flake or two to release the flavour molecules even more.

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Arranged an outfit to wear to dinner tonight.

Yes, it's Louise Gray's sequin jacket!
All good, I'm not doing sequin on sequin.
Jeans will be the marriage.
Just for display purposes.

Luckily and fiscally, I am gainfully employed.

Prepared another Eat a Rainbow for junior workers presentation for Monday.

 

Sent a thankyou email to buyfakegrass.com for complimenting the House of Flora's

artificial turf smoke and mirrors.

Don't panic, we've got all sorts of plants out there chewing up the greenhouse gases

to make up for it.

While I am grateful for the attention, an email from Stephen Jones or in fact, Akira Isogawa

would be better received.

 

I am also grateful for the freedom to do whatever I want,

whenever I want.
Wishing you Malala, the speediest recovery.
Our hearts are sad.

 

 

 



Earthy Tones

It's blowing a gale here in Brisbane, Queensland at the minute.

And snowing in the Adelaide Hills, South Australia.

Unheard of.

I made an executive decision not to go to Boot Camp, least a wayward tree branch blew

on top of me, as a great deal of the 45 minutes of incarceration involves me lying on my back

and jerking upwards towards the heavens.

You know what I mean:

Frog Sits, Sit Ups and Knee Crunches.

Can't stop thinking about the magic of Australia's Indigenous Dance Company Bangarra.

Chuffed to hear too, that one of the dancers, Ella Havelka

is now on her way to dance for Australia Ballet.

The first Indigenous dancer ever for that company.

They should be so lucky.

Here's some neutral Flora-One-of-a-Kinds that

remind me of the colours of Bangarra's Terrain performance.

Hand-crafted, dyed and shaped into loveliness.

What's on the cards for the weekend?

I'll be doing the usual. A zhu-zhu of the household.

A bit of work for the chalkface. Gratis.

And some time to relax and work on some

Floras for the Embroiderer's Guild's Xmas Craft Fair, 25th November from 8am - 12 noon.

149 Brunswick Street, Fortitude Valley, Brisbane.

Get in early, people. You have been warned.



Pink and Red

 

Don't think for a minute I'll be trotting off to the Melbourne Cup (aka Australia's greatest horse race) or even a function.

I'm not. I've too much interested in fascinator frippery to swing that day

in absentia from the chalkface.

Sadly, without suspicion.

If I was out and about at a lovely luncheon, I might try this Flora-One-of-a-Kind.

Red and Pink and Tulle Spot.

With a beaded lace accent.

 

 

 

 What frippery are you planning?

 

 

 



Sculpt'd

Here's my niece E.L fashioning a free form sculpted piece of Flora-One-of-a-Kind frippery.

Close to one of my favourite ways to fashion.

Frankly, I can't follow a recipe, but am a pretty reliable cook

and also find it hard to follow any other sort of instructions!

But, for some reason can create some impressionable outcomes.

It's always a bit awkward when someone asks me what's in it?

And, how much is in it?

Because I would be lying if I told you, because I wouldn't have a clue.

I'm heading up E.L's way, soon.

Hopefully, if she's not driving trucks, she'll fashion a bit more for Flora.

Here's another piece, sculpted lace.

 

 

 

 

These beauties are effortless to wear. Lightweight and easy to secure.

Perfect race day wear.

Here's Flora's latest efforts.

From lovely G's stunning beaded lace.

Cut, shaped and formed.

I'm still not ready to move on from L's tassel mastery.

Forget to mention the Erte card she gave me. Black and gold glitter, an Art Deco delight.

Uncannily matched to my hoarded Chanel perfume box Christmas 2002.

I know I shouldn't sweat the small stuff. But, why, oh why Chanel? Really, Brad Pitt the face of Chanel No 5?

Frippery!

Might threaten to cancel my subscription.

Speaking of Christmas. Any plans?

Maybe it'll look like this?

 

 

 

 

 



Tupperware'd

The Tupperware party was a huge success. Thank you for asking.

Luckily Mr Fascinata had the good sense to buy a bottle of gin

and sit down stairs and watch the V8 Motor Racing.

Everyone was a good sport and turned up when they should.

And participated.

Here's my friend L, preparing the Tim-Tam Cake, as discussed below.

Mind you, I had a lot do beforehand.

It's an effort to have people over, even when you don't make an effort.

 

I had to relocate all sorts of stuff left lying around the House of Flora.

Whip up some batches of these:

The day's proceedings included a demonstration of a Tim Tam cake, using Tupperware utensils.

Yes, chocolate coated biscuits, crumbled into a chocolate pudding mix and a cake batter.

Served with ice-cream.

Yes people, I can hear the outcries.

 

Isn't the stock, lovely?

My party theme was 'pic-nic ware' and Tim-Tam cake.

There are so many beautiful jewel colours in the latest range.

 

A part from the obvious fun of the Tupperware party, I was also gifted a tassel,

by L, Queen of the Tassel.

Honestly, I couldn't believe it.

Yes, handcrafted, twisted yarns, formed pom-poms, adorned with lurex.

Here it is, pride of place.

Against shabby chic, circa 1998.

Thank you, L, I love it.