down the road

A ten minute walk down the cliched country road that is now the street I live in, there is a beautiful shop/ gallery called the Pear House. It's tucked away in the sprawling grounds of an outdoorsy cafe - Bamboo Buddha which is, unfortunately, everything the name suggests - decor direct from a Bali warehouse, excruiatingly slow service from spaced-out hippy waiters and an in-house psychic healer called Shaz Butterfly. The Pear House though is a gorgeous, self-contained shop that is worlds away from the Bali-esque horror that surrounds it.

Don't be put off by the brown and mustard exterior. Inside is the most delightful space full of both vintage and modern interior designs hand-picked by super-friendly, ex-Sydneysider, Lauren. I haven't been cold calling with my wares for many a year now but the day I walzted into Lauren's shop with my product booklet it was like walking into a friend's home.

Always good to see my labours of love in a beautiful, new environment.

AND, my online shop is open again. Clearing old and not so old stock with a ridiculous sale. A one off cushion that was $150 is now going for an insane $50 (and that includes the feather insert). Yes, I'm clearly still a little unwell but really I just want these cushions to be gone. Making way for new organic products, lampshades and wall panels.

Still plodding along at snail's pace though. And that suits me just fine for now.
ps. thankyou to everyone who left such sweet comments in my previous post. 

recovery

The positive spin on my truly horrendous start to 2011 is this - I am now surrounded by trees and family, in the most peaceful setting if you don't count the MOOs of Zoe the mournful cow across the road, with a new studio space, a new respect for my health and a returning sense of humour.  

All very temporary until I fly away in August, maybe September.

Until then, slowly restocking and getting involved with new designs, new stockists, new plans.

Will be opening my online shop again soon. With a super SALE of discontinued cushions to make way for my organic cotton/ hemp range and new products. Not overdoing it though. If anybody hears me even mention the word MARKETS please, somebody, throw me down a deep, dark well where I can't escape.

In the meantime, inhaling the country air, walking the dog, swimming in the ocean, looking at trees. Endless trees.