Little Treasures

My Grandmother's clover brooch

My Great-Grandmother's pearls. These are so special to me, They are from the 1920's and were bought on a trip to Japan.
My Great-Grandmother's signature album. I found this in an old trunk one rainy day, my mother had forgotten about it. It is such a little treasure, it has many pages of sweet messages and quotes, and even some drawings. There's a little message from my great-grandmother's husband too, from before they were married! The page above reads "To dear Narnee, with best wishes from Annie Cook" and below this "Small gifts have value when the giver's love goes with the gift as my love goes to thee."The inscriptions dates range from about 1906-1912. Every message is full of personality and love, some are humorous, and some are poetic, but they are all so magical.

These are a few little inscriptions from my Great-Grandmother's album. The writing is so lovely!

My mother's old copy of Flower Faries of the Garden, by Cecily Mary Barker.

I don't have many family heirlooms but what I do have is so special. Perhaps I'm overly sentimental, but there is just something so mysterious and beautiful about reading the words of a family member you never met, from many years ago. It makes you wonder about who they were, whether they had your eyes, whether they lived in mostly happiness or sorrow. I hope to leave something as special as this to my great-grandchildren, so they can wonder about me too.

Lady-Bird Kisses,
Erinna.

It feels like hours but also like seconds...

Another week is done. Another week with it's promise, dread, anxiety and wonder. Another set of seven days. Seven days where sometimes, everything changes, and sometimes, everything stays the same. Seven days which often pass by so quickly that you begin to think you've been sleeping through the days, wandering through the hours, carelessly without a thought to the minutes going by, and you've suddenly awoken and realised how much time has gone by. Not all days are special, but we must try our hardest to make each day worth remembering, to notice the world around us. A fleeting smile, a laugh with the glory of a church bell, the footsteps in the mud. Perhaps life's defining moments do not always come to one's side with grandeur and glory, like a knight riding to battle, but rather as an old friend, quietly and softly creeping to your side to stay with you forever. Moments will come, with their charm and their mystery, their pain and their joy.
But we must welcome each moment and never, never let them pass us by.

Lady-Bird Kisses,
Erinna.

P.S: I'm sorry about the lack of posting, I'm afraid I'm quite weighed down with school and exams at the moment. But I'll be back!

One Enchanted Evening

One of my favorite things about spring is the endless parade and roses and garden flowers blooming, raising their heads in even the solemnest of gardens. I've been picking many a pretty posy, and as a result practically every spare surface in my house has been covered in jars and vases full of blooms! It seems the more serious and studious I have to be, the more I just want to frolic, to live not by school bells and time frames but by my own footsteps.

I did find a little time to spend among the flowers, wearing my new favorite spring dress - a 1950's sundress printed with pansies.

I hope every one had a marvelous weekend (and an appropriately spooky Halloween!)
Lady-Bird Kisses,
Erinna.

Monsalvat

The other week some friends and I journeyed to Monsalvat, an enchanting and beautiful artist's colony in outer Melbourne. Despite the fact that it is spring, we encountered fairly wet weather, but we still were determined to have a picnic! There was an abundance of flowers, peacocks, and lots of magical little corners, and of course beautiful architecture.






Last picture of me taken by Miss Madeline. I highly recommend a look for anyone who lives in Melbourne or is visiting!

Lady Bird Kisses,
Erinna.