Had a spark of inspiration today.
I’ve had this necklace sitting in my cabinet for ages. I made it… a few years ago but I was never happy with it. I love the combination of the rubies and the turquoise (both real, thanks very much, none of that dyed Howlite crap for me) but I could never fmind a pendant or centrepiece that I liked. I strung some chunky solid silver beads but it never sat right when I modelled it. So it became a finished-yet-unfinished project.
Fast forward a few years…
Suddenly Ren remembers she has had a gorgeous butterfly pendant sitting around in her collection somewhere…
Hang on… that necklace!
I dashed into the craft room and pulled out the necklace and the pendant. It had promise. Then I went looking for my rubies and turquoise and ended up swearing at our tin rooster for the next half an hour because I couldn’t find them. I was just about to give up in a huff when I saw that my turquoise had got mixed up with my malachite and my rubies were tucked into a bag with some other red stuff.
I had this.
Which then became this.
Happy Ren. I haven’t made any jewelry like that for ages. Yeah, I did the necklaces for my sister’s wedding but that doesn’t really count. It’s since given me the impetus to look into my stash and put together some other bits and pieces. I have loads of gemmies and pearls and crystals all begging to be used.
Union Lane, just off Bourke Street.
Much of the fantastic graffiti which I photographed some months ago has been covered by taggers and rubbishy vandalism. There hasn’t been much of an update for a while, it seems. Having said that, there’s a section of wall that shows a lot of little scribbles from people passing through. Some of them are funny, some of them are heartbreaking, some are poignant, and most are just rude.
Don’t count the days.
Make the days count.
Yep. And some days I feel it too.
Hey I just met you… and this is crazy…
But here’s my number…
This made me stop. Normally my eyes would start bleeding at the rampant abuse of the written word but…
“You know sometimes, more often than not, I think about dying.”
“Fight off your demons. Write songs in your sleep. We love you. We miss you. I love you so much that it hurts my head.”
If you’re an Instagram user and love Melbourne… (And don’t think I missed the juxtaposition of the “Fuck off” with my watermark.)
Follow the tumblr! Consider this a free ad. PEACELOVEHAPPINESS.
Tell ’em Renlish sent ya.
It’s been a long, long time since I visited the Shrine. I had the opportunity last Saturday to have a brief wander around. I don’t think it will be so long between drinks for the next visit, especially since Allison is coming to visit for a couple weeks and we didn’t get to that part of Melbourne at all.
Anyway, a small selection of the few photos that I took…
(All shot with 50mm lens.)
Giants in Stone
I absolutely adored London. It was big and dirty and scary. It has the Tower of London, Tower Bridge, the Churchill Museum (which I adored), the Brittish Museum (which was unfortunately filled to the brim with school kids). I loved the muffins and juice we got from the little cafe right nextdoor to the hostel we stayed in. I loved the fact that we were right across the road from Shepherds Bush station. I even adored how people got really narky when you didn’t stand to the right on the escalators but didn’t actually say anything to you until they managed to get past and then they’d only grumble and insult you under their breath. I loved being in the shadow of Big Ben. I loved walking through Regents Park even though Allison and I were trying to find London Zoo. I love how English people don’t know how to queue. London is fun.
A pigeon kind enough to pose on Gem Pier, Williamstown.