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Some details of the new place, because the big picture is too scary. See here for the full disaster.

This video is perfection and makes me happy, and that is a tall order at this moment.

Real estate. Need I say more?

Milla’s first painting. It was all about the splatter for her. This was taken a few days ago when things still looked quite civilised. Now it’s a different story. Discovered my first pile of mouse poo today. No doubt there will be plenty more before we’re moved.

Thanks, Fiona, what a prawn cracker cutie you have. If anyone would like a hat, please email me: gina at good gracie dot com. I have a few in stock that I haven’t managed to photograph yet. My miniature model has had a cold and four teeth coming through, so she’s not exactly looking or feeling her best. Certainly not worth her $20,000 a day fee.

I’m gradually getting past my fear of sewing with knits, mainly because they are quite forgiving of my habit of sewing a new outfit in the minutes before we’re due to go out somewhere. This is a kind of super long tank top. I’m hoping nobody actually points and laughs when I wear it out of the house because I quite like it.

And this bag I also made right before going out. Because I rashly put my ‘handbag’ collection in storage during the Great Decluttering, thinking that surely I could stick to the same one for a few weeks. And no, I can’t. This is just a simple shoulder bag with a zip pocket on the front made using thrifted wool and zip and a small piece of beautiful Pippijoe hemp cotton fabric, which is lovely and thick and soft.

As a rule I don’t make softies. My few attempts have been generally sad, sorry and or floppy. I leave them to the experts who are brilliant, and clever and genius. But sometimes a softie attempt is called for and this one was a gift for a non-mobile-owning friend so she knows that I would beep her if I could. Happy birthday, Karen. XXX

Long time, no post. But it’s been busy around here. All of a sudden we bought a new house and sold the old house, and there’s been uni and real work, and shop orders to fill and the husband working all hours and still the two children to look after. But now Little Bird, Port Elliot, has hats like this one

and Nest has pinafores like this one.

We’re moving house in five weeks and then we’ll have Natural Light. Oh yes, we’ll be living in a house that was built in the actual twentieth century instead of the old colonial days.

I’ve been working on some winter versions of the good gracie staples. Asha was a good sport to model for me in 30 degree heat. Although there was ice-cream incentive. See more here.

If I’d thought even a little bit about ’styling’ this photoshoot I would have 1. tidied the lounge room 2. polished the mirror and 3. stopped the baby from plunging her hand down my front. The mirror is one of my favourite possessions, salvaged for me by my dad when I still lived at home. It deserves a polish every now and again. My dress is made from a tablecloth and pattern from this Japanese book (ISBN 4579110439). That one on the cover. It’s a cinch to make.