journals are like our souls on paper

This is a photograph of lucky clovers I found in the front yard of the house I live in. I really love this picture, not necessarily because of the subject matter, but because of the aged photograph effect I put on it using photobucket. I've just recently started loading all my digital images on it so I won't lose them if something happens to my computer. And a quick thought on blogging. It feels a lot like a journal, the ones I have where I write and draw on the same pages. My personal thoughts and ideas but with blogging they're out there for the world to read. Some of the women's pages I've stumbled across are truly inspirational, and even though I may never meet any of them, they have affected my life. I'm going to try and get good at updating this thing. Who knows who might stumble across mine.

Little Things that Brighten My Day

This is my side table at the moment. I thought the collection of things that have accumulated were quite nice. We have my watercolor of the harbour, my palette and paintbrushes. Also some four leaf, five leaf, and even six and seven leaf clovers I found in a one square foot patch out in the front yard. There's also the little pink bike I bought at a fair trade store; it's made of recycled materials. There's my Aussie version of rubber cement, called Clag. My green Indian elephant bank that I think is so wonderful. And my tiny metal jewelry box. And if you look carefully in the back right corner there is the ziploc bag of shells I found at Mona Vale beach.

Here's the inside view of my jewelry box. I not only love this box for its compact travel size, but also for the fact that Matty bought it for me at a consignment store before I left for Australia. I think it used to be a pill case, but my jewelry fits quite nicely inside it.

This is the cover of my jewelry case which I had engraved with my first name. Amelia is scribbled elegantly in the fake gold case.

The other day at the shops I found a dollar store that sells the instrumental part of music boxes. The one I chose to buy plays Waltzing Matilda, and it sounds very beautiful with the little plinks the music crank makes.

Here's the little pink hand made bike. The foot peddles and tires even rotate, but not coordinatedly.