the answer to everything else is pressure cleaning

Let me start at the beginning…

Years ago I bought a lounge suite at an auction for something like $25. I gave away the love seat as I didn’t like it, but kept the granny style, wing back armchairs cause they were just so comfortable.

One move, too much furniture and many years later, the armchairs had ended up in the garage as Wayne’s men shed seating. As a result they were covered in grease, dirt, horse and dog hair. They were stinky and filthy.

A week ago Patrice came over and saw them and while examining them I remembered why I bought them in the first place: comfort. Even with the granny floral. So I let Patrice have one and I decided to keep the other. She planned on reupholstering hers (good luck girl, too hard for me!) while I thought if I got the pressure cleaner on mine I could clean it up enough to dye it and bring it back into the house… after I eliminated the skirt…

Well, yesterday Patrice emailed me saying that scrubbing it with dishwashing liquid was working but that she thought my idea of the pressure cleaner was worth trying. By the time I hit send on my ‘come on over’ email she was at the gate.

We got out the second chair, put it on the path, filled the soap container on the cleaner with sugar soap and connected the hose to the hot water tap.

…Which promptly heated up and burst off the connection and flooded the laundry.

Eh. That’s ok. Our laundry is in the casita and its a horrible mess anyway.

I reconnected the hose and we gave that chair the best clean its ever had.

Its sparkling clean! I don’t think it was that clean when I bought it!

Now we know: the answer to any cleaning problem is a pressure cleaner! Need a new couch cause the one you have is filthy? Pressure clean it!

Patrice took the pressure cleaner to her house to use on her half cleaned chair, and promptly flooded her laundry.

For the second time in two days.

She has the cleanest laundry floor in the world.

Day before she forgot she had all her plant cuttings sitting in water in the laundry tub, put on a wash and flooded the laundry.

When Patrice got home she didn’t check her hose was secure enough, turned on the hot tap and it burst off just like mine did. Obviously she doesn’t learn from others’ mistakes…

The upshot is that the chairs are totally clean but they do need some drying… we had hot weather, and some wind to help dry them. Even with that though, the armchair wasn’t dry by 7pm. I put it in the grooming room and put the heater on it.

My armchair has an eaten cushion. Thanks dogs. I’ll need to make a new one for it, but since I plan to dye it I figure I can match, or mismatch, the cushion when I’m ready. New foam is needed as well, obviously.

The point is that its all doable now that the armchairs don’t smell like a dog-loving mechanic’s armpit.

This is so exciting. Patrice has been bouncing all over the place bragging that we’re the smartest people in Australia since the idea worked.

I’m content to know that I’ll soon have another comfy armchair for the house which isn’t going to cost me $$.

Wayne isn’t too impressed. He’s lost his comfy seating in the man shed. He’ll have to live with it for a while, but when I rearrange the living room (his biggest nightmare) he’ll be getting another armchair. Not sure if he’d rather do without armchairs in order to avoid the furniture re-arrangement…

z

homestead news

Summer is on its way down under and the grass is growing at lightening speed (except for all the bald patches on our ‘lawn’ where I poisoned all the weeds). The vegetable patch is starting to produce stuff.

Strawberries actually. Only strawberries. This is my first bowl from the garden. They’re the sweetest tastiest strawberries I’ve ever had!

Last weekend I lay straw around the strawberry plants to stop them growing on the ground and keep them slightly above slug dining level. And Matthew and I made a frame and put up bird netting. We used scrap wood which we cut up as stakes, then tied some thin old moulding (which had been left in the yard by the previous owner) to create a cage. We used hay bale twine to tie it all together.

Very pretty. In a redneck kind of way.

Then we put flat head nails down the side of the garden box so we can hook the net down tight.

A good job I think. Today’s strawberry crop was less chewed on than the odd strawberry I’d been picking lately.

This morning while I groomed, Matthew came around again to do a bit more work on the tyre wall and I got him to move the poor abused pussy willows to a better spot. Here they are at the side of the casita, to the left of the vegetable garden. Five of the seven I’d originally had.

Those poor trees have had the roughest time in their short lives. Firstly, they were just sticks I cut off the trees I had in Fentonbury before I moved here. Pussy willows will grow from sticks. I’d originally put them in the ground just below the dam.

Our dam is spring fed and it leaks. I wanted something to take up some of that water.
We put some electric fence up around them to keep the horses out and they grew for a while.
Then we had to move the electricity to another fence (you know, we play games with it, some days this fence is on, some days that one’s on… it amuses us), the horses got in and gave them a haircut.
We put the fence back on and they grew again.
Then we needed to dam shored up so we dug them out and moved them to a spot on the far side of the back paddock, near the creek. Plenty of moisture there too.
We put up posts and tied electric fence wire around it to keep the horses out. They looked like they died for a while, but then they came back. The trees, not the horses.
The horses realised the fence wasn’t on and they gave them another haircut.
We gave up. They were just sticks with roughly chewed ends for a long time. Then this spring they got new growth.
The other day I was thinking how I want more trees in the yard but we don’t actually have anywhere to put them, and it dawned on me that I could plant trees outside the vegetable garden, outside our yard… and that I could still enjoy them there.
Best of both worlds. The trees won’t stop the sun on the vegie patch, only in the late afternoon. They’ll give us a bit of a screen from the road and the house opposite us way down there. And once they’re grown enough they’ll also provide a bit of a wind break and give the horses a bit more shelter.
So today Matthew dug them up and planted them for the third time.
Third time lucky don’t they say?
We put up another fake electric fence with lots of wire and stakes and even angled posts to keep it strong.
Fingers crossed this time.
z

thanks for your inspiration pinterest

When I was looking for inspiration for a Christmassy project for work, I naturally looked at Pinterest. I wanted something easy the ladies could make … I knew I’d find plenty of ideas on Pinterest.

Too many ideas, in fact.

I narrowed it down to these cute little sock snowmen. For this week anyway.

I already had a few white socks at home which were either worn or had lost their sole mates, so I was part of the way there. I had to buy some pretty socks for the top/clothing layer so I got the cheapest ones I could find at Shiploads. And some rice to fill them. We already had tons bits for decoration: beads, bits of felt, buttons, yarn…

Here they are. So cute all lined up like that. Each lady picked socks and decorations, helped fill the socks with rice and dress the little guys.

Here are a couple of closeups:

Darn cute even if I do say so myself.

Now I want about 9 of them for my windowsill.

Hm. Maybe not a good idea. I think the dogs will want to play with them… rice everywhere… on second thoughts, I’ll just admire these guys…

z

work in the garden progresses

 

Its spring, and despite the wierd weather we’ve been having lately (high winds, rain, snow) things are blooming. I love this time of year. I never thought I’d be the type of person who got pleasure out of watching things come out of the ground, but here I am. I love walking around the yard looking to see what flowered since I last looked at it.

The only foxgloves I managed to grow from the seeds I got from a friend not only grew, but thrived in a spot next to the garage. They’re almost as tall as I am now.

The sweet peas I put in last year (in a large pot) not only didn’t die off over winter, they have grown and spread. I had to add another section of wire for them to grow up on the porch rail.

Now, I don’t really like red, yellow or orange flowers… in my garden. I do like them sometimes… just… not in my garden… But seems nature is bent on adding red to my colour palette so, although I won’t actively plant red, orange or yellow flowers, I’ll accept the ones that just turn up. Like the red sweet peas.

These are the colours I usually buy. Like these nemesias. Pretty.

And these reedy things. No idea what they’re called. I bought them this afternoon from an old lady who sells plants on the street outside her home sometimes. She did tell me the name, they come in white, yellow and orange as well. I got these for the embankment.

Speaking of the embankment… did I mention that long, steep embankment we have on the side of our driveway, where the dirt is as hard as cement?

Yep. I put in some succulents and they have managed to cling on for dear life and even grow. But then, so did the weeds.

I’ve wanted to do something about that embankment since we moved in here, but its such a large area it would be way too expensive to tier or use things like retaining wall blocks etc. The only thing I could think of using which was cheap (free) was tyres.

But Wayne hates tyres. To him they signify white trash.

To me, empty beer cans or bottles in the yard signify white trash… not to mention 4000 cars, some on blocks, trucks and a couple of old boats… we all have our opinions, right?

Anyway, I’m all for recycling and free, so I won in the end. We are lining the wall with old tyres.

This is the plan:

  • lay down weed matting on the entire wall, leaving enough space at the bottom to allow for re-digging the drainage trench. And enough room on the top for another drainage trench.
  • put tyres on the weed mat
  • put topsoil in the tyres and pine bark in the gaps and on top of the topsoil
  • put plants in the tyres
  • create an an oasis of colour and limiting weeds while stopping erosion
This is how far we’ve gotten so far.

There’s still a section of weed mat to put down, then we have to go pick up the rest of the tyres.

Meanwhile, some of the plants I put into the inhospitable ground were growing well and are now waiting for some topsoil in their tyres.

Love this little guy. When I put him in he was about 1/3 the size. And the little pink thing just came and joined him all by itself.

Meanwhile, since I’m on the subject of garden, tyres and flowers, I’ve developed an aquilegia obession. Granny’s bonnets or columbines to some people.

My purple and white ones are going crazy. I got them from seeds I took from a plant in Merrill’s place a few years ago and its where my obsession started.

These are lime white which I bought as seeds at the hardware store. Took them two years to come up.

I’m waiting for my mauve and pinks to come up. My double white are starting to bloom as well. And the old lady I got the pink plants from dug this little double purple beauty for me. Hopefully it lives.

Since I don’t do anything by halves… I’m taking my obsession quite seriously. I’ve started stalking local gardens for types and colours I don’t have. And I don’t have many types… yet… 
That means a lot of stalking.
Old ladies are starting to double bolt their doors when they see me coming.
Here are some photos I took in the garden of one nervous old lady who’s door I knocked on. She promised to keep me some seeds, though she said her son had taken some that came to nothing. But I learned through my research that there are varieties you can only grow after putting the seeds in the fridge for a few weeks.

These one look similar to mine but they’re the giant variety and have long spurs plus are a lighter purple.

Have you noticed the lack of yellow and red?

Heheheh

I’m going to have a million varieties growing in my garden!

z

a very easy project

Last night I went through the old sewing basket Merrill gave me. It used to belong to her mother. In fact, it looks exactly like the sewing basket my mom owns. When Merrill asked me if I wanted it I said yes. Of course. Not only does it remind me of the years I spent raiding mom’s supplies to make dresses for my Barbie dolls, I didn’t have a real sewing basket. I’ve been using an ugly plastic container for years.
So, last night I sorted through it, re-wrapping unravelled thread, putting aside all the old bits and pieces which I’ll want to use somehow, somewhere, one day. Then I added my own threads into it and viola. A new sewing basket.
Naturally, there were a few odd buttons in the bottom of the basket.
Aren’t there always?
And I had this tiny little memory box frame.
It just seemed right to put them together.
A small tribute to Merrill’s mom.
z

an old tie hanger sparkles

I’ve had this old tie hanger for years. Since I was at art school. I think its the little black knobs that appealed to me. Plus I’ve always had a love affair with all things 50s and early 60s. That love affair predates my love affair with french provincial, shabby chic and country/rustic style.
Even though I’ve slowly gotten rid of most of my 50s-60s items and furniture over the last few years, I have retained a few favourites.
This little tie hanger somehow managed to survive my many bursts of clearing out and re-homing.
Over the years I’ve used it to hang scarves (ok if you only have thin scarves), belts (not so successful) and necklaces. Its hung on the wall as a work of art in itself.
It was time for a makeover.
Its now making music with keys and little bells every time the wind blows.
And lately the wind’s been blowing a LOT.
z