I like a place where everyone and everything is Victorian, and that will always be true of the state of Victoria, in Australia.
This is true, of these lovely works of art made from cakes...
...and these cookies.
Victorian magazines,
Victorian ads
a victorian sunset
And Victorian shops.
I would gladly pay for some kind Victorian to send me some of these things from a shop called Sweet William..pay you for your effort and pay for the product and postage. The china is thinner and lighter than the things we get at Ross or Tj Max.
My last day in Victoria was spent at Angoby's guest house, where I made a huge batch of scones for Angela.
The house, above, was a private home but looked like it had once been a shop.
Thse are all private homes on one old street, but it appears that a few of them were public places.
I took a walking tour down her little street of cottages and got pictures to satisfy my fence-fetish.
Of course I found some unique mail-boxes.
The fences usually matched the color scheme of the houses.
Tin roofs were abundant all over Victoria and l liked the color of this one in contrast to the roses on the fence.
The roof photo is for you architect and designer-people.
mailbox
This one could use some work.
Love the fret-work, wrought iron lace at the roof, and the rose bushes on this one.
Lovely color combo.
Color of fence matches house colors.
This could be anywhere, USA with the butte in the middle of the field. I dont thing they call them buttes (pro nounced beaut, but they look just like the ones here in Oregon.
I could not resist taking a photo of someone's timer collection.
And here is the preacher's wife with me, wearing one of those hand-knit curly scarves that were so prevalent here. She is English and kept me supplied with all kinds of tea, including an almond flavor that was out of this world.
I cannot remember which beach this was that I visited with one of my baby brothers. They are all baby brothers, since I am the eldest of the bunch.
Fabric from Spotlight called Wintella. I sewed it within hours of getting it. I am going to cut it down to a skirt, later.
Scarves everywhere in malls and shops.
Here is one I made to go with my coat, by making a casing and inserting elastic, half the lenth of the strip, which makes it curl.
Me with one of my baby bros. In the book I wrote about our childhood "Just Breathing the Air" is a photograph of him as a little boy, wearing one white boot and one black boot. In a large family, we were just happy if everyone had socks and boots and shoes and did not get too fussy about which ones they were.
And today, even though he is a fireman and an electrician and businessman, this is what he still does. The die was cast.
I got to use a brand new Janome to sew my new dress that I wanted to wear on the flight home. I chose a dress because I did not want anything around my waist to tug at during the long time of sitting. Later, I will make a skirt from it.
One more look at the galahs and the floral colors which I was never able to replicate in fabric.
I took a photo of a quilting magazine at someones house.
Here I am with Angela whom I met when we were both 16. I remember when her mother brought her to our house to see me and how calm and friendly and accepting she was.
I think this is the Balnarring beach. It sure was cold. Another one of my cute baby bros. brought me here but I cannot find his picture.
That is all for now. I still do not have jet lag but I sure do miss everyone so I will have go to back next year and check up on everyone.
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