About Simply Susan

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Made in England, Susan grew up particularly enjoying collecting second hand books and visiting jumble sales for bargains. She moved to Australia where she developed a passion for 'Treasure' hunting in opportunity shops. This led to her home becoming a refuge for orphaned bears and an assortment of hand made objects. Susan loves to spend her time creating beautiful country crafts and writing poems about her creations and life experiences. When not busily sewing or writing Susan enjoys hosting themed afternoon teas for her friends and relaxing in her home on the beautiful Gold Coast. May you enjoy Simply Susan's musings.

Saturday, November 24, 2012

What A Surprise!


One of the wonders to me of God's creation is the incredibly intricate and beautiful flowers that appear on cacti and succulents. Often ugly plants come into their own at a certain stage of maturity and gnarliness, when they have been present in the garden for a long period of time, if acquired perhaps from a cutting or from uncertain lineage.

This was the case with this little beauty. I had been keeping an eye on on my strap cacti which were very close to blooming, when I noticed a two prickly protrusions on a funny looking succulent that a friend had given me about four years ago. It has been hanging precariously over the side of its pot causing unbalance whilst happily growing longer and longer, looking like an over inflated fish bone The picture is a little blurry, but I think you'll get the idea.


I thought at first they were spiders, since we have some pretty large hairy varieties here in Queensland, but closer inspection showed me that they were buds. What excitement! What would they reveal? I continued to mark their progress whilst the other blooms opened and were lauded for their beauty, and I waited...(im)patiently!

About two weeks later, I was rewarded. early one morning, its light here currently at about 4.30 am, I trotted outside in my PJs to look over the railing of our deck to see what was happening and then I raced back inside to grab my camera to record this beautiful sight!


Once again, the flower only remained open for one day, but what a day, two days later the second bud opened and I rejoiced again at such perfection.

Praise God from whom all blessings flow!

Simply Susan

Monday, November 12, 2012

Gold In The Garden

Back in September, the tenth to be precise, I wrote about what a flower represents and in that post I mentioned that I had split up a clump of Correopsis into several dozen plants, that I was eagerly waiting to mature and come into flower, at the time I only had a photo of one flower. Well, here is the gold in the garden this morning!


Once again we are experiencing very dry conditions, so the plants surviving in the garden are hardy ones, for which I am very grateful, else it would be a very sad sight outside.

Here is another gem that has self seeded all around the garden and I am delighted to welcome it in such profusion, both white and pink varieties, in places where nothing has survived before. Its name is Gaura or butterfly flower, named so because the delicate,orchid style flowers bloom on long stems and they appear like fluttering butterflies in the breeze, sadly they don't survive in water, so I am unable to add them to the bunches that I love to pick and share.



So much to be thankful for!
Simply Susan




Fried Egg and Chips

Whilst driving home yesterday afternoon, having had a new windscreen fitted to our car, having had a stone cause a 'starburst' chip to the old one, while driving on the motorway that morning, I was planning last nights dinner. I asked my other half if he would make some oven chips to add to my fish salad. Suddenly, a VERY old memory came into my mind of a time at junior school when I would have been between eight and ten years old.

It was of a friend I had at the time called Gillian Yardley whose family home backed onto Plumstead Gardens, a public park that included a roller skating rink. Gillian had invited me over so that we could visit the rink and have tea together, cooked by her mum. Apparently Thursday was egg and chip day, and I was lucky enough to be invited on Thursday after school.

My mum was a great cook but egg and chips was not in her repertoire, probably because there were five of us in my family and producing such fare for that number would have been expensive in those days. Gillian was an only child and Mrs Yardley just cooked for the two of us if I remember rightly. The delicious meal was served with white bread and butter, the chips were hot and crispy and the egg was just right with a lovely runny yolk, what a feast it seemed! As you can tell the memory is still vivid!

After tea we skated for some time in the park,with what seemed great speed and agility, I might add that neither of us were sylph like! We had fun moving at speed on our skates. Thinking about it now, we were both pretty good swimmers too, our plumpness made us buoyant! Whilst we didn't excel in the P.E.class we excelled in the pool.

I remember that we both achieved a certificate for swimming a mile in the local swimming baths. No mean feat in a twenty five yard pool!

That evening brings another memory of Plumstead Gardens to mind.
We used to have a class at school during the winter months in which we were taught English country dancing. Mrs Banner was responsible for teaching country dancing,music and needlework as I recall. I was never part of the good looking 'in set', so when it came to choosing partners for dancing, I was usually one of the left overs, together with a bunch of nerdy boys. To describe us as a motley crew was putting it mildly. Anyway, I usually ended up being partnered with one of the boys adorned with vest, braces and knee length shorts, namely either Roger Shilling, Colin Dent or Martin Paget. Possessing a wicked sense of humour, a significant part of the class would be spent laughing at our efforts to master such dances as Strip the Willow and St Catherine's Circle.

Somehow our class was entered into an inter schools dancing display to be held at Plumstead Gardens. As a result of our inattentiveness, we had little idea how the dances were supposed to have been performed, a couple of friends and I derived much laughter from swinging these skinny boys around by the braces, bumping into the other dancers and generally spoiling the performance. Needless to say we were in big trouble as a result of spoiling the event, I don't remember the punishment, but I still giggle at the memory when I hear the tunes played that we used to "dance" to!
Today such fun would no doubt be inappropriate today.

I wonder from time to time how these old school mates would have turned out, probably well heeled, good looking computer experts.I wonder if they remember the mess we made of the dancing display.

Its fun looking back,the world has changed so much,I'm starting to feel like a dinosaur!

Happy Days
Simply Susan





Friday, November 2, 2012

What a Difference The Son Makes

I walked out onto the deck, early one morning to be greeted by this beautiful sight, flowers on my potted, Brazilian Walking Iris. More beautiful because I thought they had all been eliminated from our garden during a recent blitz on all plants of an invasive nature. However the gardener had heard my plea,(that I had forgotten) and planted a couple of cuttings into a terra cotta pot to keep me happy.
I am thrilled, not only are the dainty flowers exquisite but they have a sweet,heady perfume as well!


Since I took the photo, I have enjoyed several more flushes of blooms, they only last a day, but they give me a lot of pleasure.

This week my strap cactus has burst into flower. This is an annual event and again the blooms only last one day,but WOW they are worth waiting for! And this year I have five blooms on two plants compared to just one last spring. I've blogged about them before, but it is so amazing to see such beauty appear on such an ordinary plant!


I see parallels with the life of a believer, most days may seem pretty ordinary but amongst those days are bursts of blessings that give encouragement and joy in all directions.

Here's another display of dazzle of a different kind. During a recent 'treasure' hunt at a favourite car boot sale, a dainty, frilled, cranberry coloured glass vase caught my attention. Yes, I thought, I can find a spot for that, it will bring me joy when I look at it. The lady selling it was non-plussed by the vase and charged me just two dollars - such a small price for so much delight! The label was still attached to it,so I looked the company up on the internet to find it was hand made in America by a significant maker and it would put me over one hundred dollars out of pocket to buy one like it from them today!




Whilst that information is interesting and its fun finding a real treasure,the greater joy came from the suns rays falling on it early yesterday morning, causing it to sparkle and twinkle on my dressing table. What a difference the sun makes!

What a difference to a life the Son makes!
Simply Susan

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Consider The Lilies



These beautiful lilies reminded me of Jesus' words about worry.

"Don't worry about things - food, drink, and clothes. For you already have life and a body-and they are far more important than what to eat or wear. Look at the birds! They don't worry about what to eat - they don't need to sow or reap or store up food - for your heavenly Father feeds them. And you are far more valuable to him than they are.
Will all your worries add a single moment to your life?
Look at the field of lilies! They don't worry about their clothes Yet King Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed as beautifully as they. And if God cares so wonderfully for flowers that are here today and gone tomorrow, won't he more surely care for you?
So don't be anxious about tomorrow. God will take care of your tomorrow too. Live one day at a time."

Fret not dear readers.
Simply Susan

Friday, October 5, 2012

Behold!





Having just finished creating a bag by recycling a pair of old, discarded, denim jeans, I got to thinking, (as those who have read my Blogs before know that I often do) and I am reminded of the changes that occur in a life when the Gospel is embraced. Old things pass away, behold all things become new, a new life that now includes Jesus. New understanding, new perspectives a life that makes sense.

The old pair of discarded jeans becomes a new,(to some eyes) attractive, creation with new potential and purpose. A transformation to usefulness!

Do consider Jesus. You can read all about Him in The Bible, which contains the amazing account of his long ago predicted life, his time on earth and his message of hope and freedom to each one of us.
Enjoy the photo, please read The Book.
Blessings,
Simply Susan







Saturday, September 22, 2012

Hooray For Inspiration!

During a recent visit to a country town that was celebrating the winter barrenness of the trees in its main street with 'Jumpers and Jazz Festival', i.e yarn bombing, or decorating bare branches and trunks with all things crafty, this inspiration came from a shop window.



I was inspired on my return home to make some flowers to decorate the palm tree by the deck.
Here they are!



Pretty nifty for a simple idea, I got a lot of pleasure from making them, hanging them and enjoying them on the tree. Hooray for inspiration!

Simply Susan


Thursday, September 20, 2012

What a Flower Represents

While sitting quietly outside this morning, enjoying time alone at home, I thought I would try taking photos with the 'new' setting for flowers that I discovered on my camera yesterday, I've only owned it six years!

I strolled around enjoying the perfume of jasmine on the breeze, dead heading petunias and pansies while keenly searching for the appearance of buds on the perennial bedding plants that I split into dozens a couple of months ago, I'm expectant because they put on such a show - golden flowers against olive green leaves, just glorious, I'll see if I can find a photo so you can appreciate my quest.


I can't believe that this is the only photo that I have of these magnificent gold flowers, there will be hundreds in a few weeks and I shall take a photo of the show!

Anyway, I snapped this very pretty, cupped, David Austin rose called "Heritage", only one bloom on a rather straggly bush as a result of it being moved around the garden several times, in attempts to find the perfect spot.


I wondered again how does God engineer perfume into a flower, so much beauty in colour and form, but such lovely perfume as well. It lasts long past the petals falling, no matter how many noses sniff the bloom the perfume is sufficient for all to enjoy.

The thought then came to me that, despite the bush not being in the greatest shape, for whatever reason, the flower is still significant, still beautiful, still beautifully perfumed, still able to offer joy to the observer who witnesses it's presence. That gave me great encouragement as I considered the placement of believers in this world. Whatever, wherever their situation, they display God's glory and are a sweet smelling savour to Him, a testament of Him to those who witness their presence. Salt, and light to those around them.

Take a moment today to enjoy God's creation and consider Him.
Simply Susan


Tuesday, September 4, 2012

It's Important To Go Back and Fix Mistakes

It's so important to go back and fix mistakes.

I made the most of my time during a train trip on the weekend, by taking my knitting to occupy me, in the absence of modern techno equipment. My lilac shawl grew in leaps and bounds, I was so glad that i had thought to take it. To my annoyance there was a knotted join in the yarn, so I made a larger join with ends long enough to sew in later. However once home, I realized that all was not well and decided to take it all off the needles, unravel a couple of rows and tidy the join up to my satisfaction. This I did and continued to knit three or four more rows. I checked my progress and was frustrated to find that I had made a couple of errors picking up the stitches, which on close inspection looked strange. What to do?

The yarn is of uneven texture,and the tension loose, the pattern is plain garter stitch, hence mistakes are clearly visible. No question, I needed to fix it.

I picked up a crochet hook, dropped the stitches back to the trouble spots and carefully picked my way back up through the rows, back to the 'live' row. Happy with that I proceeded with my knitting.




This incident got me thinking about life, how important it is to recognize mistakes that we make and to go back and make things right when and wherever ever possible. Ignoring them can cause further problems and foster guilt. Better to repair, and, if necessary seek forgiveness before moving on.

Just like knitting, the patterns of our lives need close attention to produce pleasing results to God.

Keep an eye on the pattern...
Simply Susan

Thursday, August 30, 2012

Whimsical Paper Flowers Made From Trash And The Stash

Today is a public holiday, Gold Coast Show day. How amazing is it and how blessed are we to be given a day off work in order that we may have the opportunity to attend a a local show?

Anyway, its a bonus day, as my husband calls them, to be enjoyed as a bonus. I like that description,it helps me unwind and make the most of such a gift.

Inspired by a recent Spotlight Store craft magazine, and with the aid of my "stash", I have messed around with wire, glue, paper and scissors and made some whimsical paper flowers that appealed to me.

I enjoyed this activity whilst listening to tracks by a 90's American band called "Soul Collection" that we discovered on the radio this morning that we had not previously heard of. Funny isn't it how you can suddenly become aware of new 'old' music that strikes a chord with you for some reason, and quickly becomes a favourite.

I called into Spotlight last evening on the way home from work, in order to purchase the quirky, double sided craft paper that was recommended, from which to make the flowers, but this morning, though I was enthusiastic,I got cold feet at the possibility of cutting such pretty paper and so I decided to have a practice run on pages of brightly coloured, glossy junk mail, in case I messed it up. Away I went cutting and winding and as I was pretty happy with the result, I raided our recycling bin for as much paper as I could find that was suitable and then proceeded to completed a vase full of various sizes. I may paint them for extra pizzazz. I'm not sure that I will bother with the expensive paper!

What's the point of all this, well I'm reminded that making do often brings good results. Simple junk mail, that piles into our letterbox makes pretty paper flowers with a drop of inspiration and some bits and pieces from the stash. In case you are wondering, I made the stems from wire that I threaded through extra long straws and then glued to the back of the flowers.

Here's a couple of snaps for your perusal...



Rain was forecast for today, but it hasn't eventuated. The sky looks threatening, but still no rain, its been dry now for five weeks and the grass is crunchy underfoot.

I's been a lovely bonus day and its not over yet!

Simply Susan

Saturday, August 25, 2012

My Bargain Bag, or rampant consumerism!

Whilst visiting our local Salvos store ten days ago, I espied a blue overnight bag, that really took my fancy, as I hadn't a use for it at the time, plus we had entered the store to look for a hat for my husband, I didn't buy it, nor did I buy a very pretty large brimmed black hat, due to the fact that my husband said it looked like I was attending a funeral! The bag stayed in my thoughts for a few days and I found myself wondering why I didn't buy it and what I would have done with it had I bought it. Can you tell that I am a procrastinator?
Anyway, this morning, a beautiful Spring morning, we ventured to the store for browse, as you do, and what do you know? We were greeted by an old acquaintance that we had made at another local op, holding the door open for us, whilst proclaiming "Everything is half price!" Music to an op shoppers ears! Many potential customers were in attendance, and we plunged in to check out the available items.

Yes, the blue bag was still there, at half price, even though I hadn't come up with a reason for owning it, beside the fact I liked it, I knew that I was going to be taking it home with me! Three dollars fifty was a bargain that I was not going to resist. After all a cup of coffee costs more than that here on the Gold Coast! This was value! A pretty footed Christmas plate and a sun hat joined my spoils and I left the store with a smile on my face having only parted with eleven dollars and and fifty cents!
I was tickled pink with my bag, suddenly not concerned as to what use I would put it to, just happy to own it!




Funny, you know, just this week, the topic our Bible study group discussed was possessions. If I am not careful, the joy that I initially experienced from owning my bag can turn into guilt for giving way to the lust of the eyes, buying something just because I liked it and could afford it, not really having any need or designated use for it.
Hmmmm... It would make a great knitting bag, but I've recently made myself one of those; definitely an overnight bag, but I don't do that very often. Maybe that was why the appealing blue, overnight bag was in the op shop to start with, the owner was no longer enjoying overnight stays; maybe I was meant to write this blog and smile, knowing that "all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose" I love my blue, overnight bag for what it is and if I find a good use for it - great, if I don't, then I will have had my three dollars fifty value from it and when I no longer receive joy form owning it (hopefully using it as well!), I will send it to another op shop for them to make a few more dollars from.

Any thoughts?
Simply Susan

Friday, August 17, 2012

Signs of Spring

Spring is on its way!
The breeze has felt balmy these last few days, carrying fragrances of wattle and pansies and promise of warmer days. Laundry has dried quickly on the line in the garden, resulting in that lovely sunny smell once dry and, during a morning Ooh and Aah session, walking around my garden, I was delighted to discover this first Jasmine flower.


It has been warm enough to sit outside under an old poinciana tree to enjoy morning tea and lunch during my working day, a real treat and a great opportunity to gain perspective on the day.

Living in coastal Queensland means that spring bulbs are not really a viable garden option. I have fond memories of growing hooped petticoats, jonquil and freesias in our New Zealand garden, but now I content myself with jasmine, azaleas and the amazing sight and fragrance of golden, powdery wattle blossoms. There is a wisteria on our front fence, but alas, another year has seen no sign of dangling perfumed purple blossoms. I wait patiently and hope...

I have memories from primary school days in London, when we had the opportunity of buying a daffodil bulb, in the winter, to take home with instructions how to plant and care for it, to be brought back to school on a designated day in spring for judging. There was keen interest in this competition and hopes were high that our bulbs would be in flower come the big day. Winners, who were those with bulbs in flower received a glossy certificate, they were highly prized.

Another daffodil memory is of buying my mum bunches of daffodils in bud, from a stall in the local market on Saturday morning shopping trips. Twelve pencil shaped stems comprised a bunch, held together by two or three tiny rubber bands. I loved buying these because they would open in the vase on the dining room table and last over a week, a true investment. I think I paid two shillings for those golden treasures, Mum loved them.

Our winter has been very mild, only a few chilly days that I recall, but some low pressure areas off the coast, producing strong winds, high tides and big swells have caused significant damage to local beaches. The dunes are fast disappearing, making access to the beach quite dangerous. Not an easy image to capture, but I tried.



I ventured out on the ocean on my annual whale watching adventure recently, alas, nothing like the spectacle that I enjoyed last year, but a refreshing trip off shore, again bringing perspective to where we live, on a narrow coastal strip, wedged between ocean and mountains. Sadly the swell was significant an many unfortunate passengers spent their trip in less than optimum condition!

Our garden has undergone significant changes in recent months, we have reduced the width of the main flower bed, replacing shrubs and replanting, so to relieve the bareness of the fence while we wait for them to grow and to add colour, I introduced some art, inspired by our visit to Warwick's Jumpers and Jazz festival, last month. Simple but effective.
The CDs in the frangipani tree double as wind-chimes and light show, as the sun catches them, the reflections dance lazily or madly around the garden, depending on the breeze.




The promise of Spring has inspired me,I'm off to the local plant shop in the morning to buy plants to put into pots on the back patio, maybe my luck will change in that area, its worth a try.

Happy Spring!
Simply Susan








Tuesday, June 19, 2012

The Ironing Pile

For the first time in a considerable time, this morning my husband has the complete collection of his shirts from which to choose which shirt to wear. Today his entire collection is hanging awaiting his perusal, all laundered and ironed, summer, winter and every other season, and I feel GOOD!. This is a result of me attacking the ironing pile yesterday evening.




I don't know how it is at your house, but here clean laundry requiring ironing is folded and placed on a cupboard shelf in the laundry, awaiting my attention, which may be later rather than sooner, depending on my mood, how much time I have available and what's going on in my craft filled head. It's not that I don't like ironing, its more a case of out of sight, out of mind.

Items that I know won't be used for some time, for example special table cloths, napkins, out of season clothes, gradually move to lower position in my ironing pile while I concentrate on the important, urgent items. Thus inevitably some items may be there on that shelf for a considerable time. That's just the way it is. This results in feelings of discouragement for me because the pile is never completely abolished.





Last evening, having tackled the shirts, I was about to disconnect the ironing cord and dismantle the ironing board, when I glimpsed how it might feel if I should finish the job, by ironing all the summer PJ's; the table cloth; the apron; the pillowcases and handkerchiefs my pile would be non existent and it surely would only take me a little while longer...so that's what I did. I smiled to myself at my perception and stick-ability whilst I finished the job.

What's that? A missing button, oh dear, I'd better put that aside for attention later. Well what do you know? I have a mending pile that I operate in a similar way to my ironing pile - urgent cases first - thus certain items may go out of fashion (unlikely in my world) or no longer fit before I get to replace the button, mend the seam, take up the pants etc etc. It must be a character flaw of mine - piles everywhere awaiting attention.

I asked The Man this morning if he had noticed anything different in the wardrobe, after I mentioned my epic ironing episode, he smiled and said that's nice.

Fulfilling my housekeeping duties should be its own reward, but hey, it's nice just to gloat once in a while - isn't it?

I've just got a few spare moments-now where did I put my knitting....?

Simply Susan









Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Twirly Scarves

I have some catching up to do.

In my 'silent' time I have knitted a multitude of twirly scarves, primarily for my enjoyment. Colour after colour tempted me to knit another and another, until I have completed around two dozen. So what better way to raise money to give to the overseas missionaries that our church supports than to sell them. Everybody wins.

I get such joy from knitting, seeing the way that unusual yarns produce such interesting and attractive accessories, so I move from colour to colour, inspiration to inspiration, often from fellow knitting enthusiasts or from library books,my creativeness is fueled by the input of like minded people and my desire to see the next project completed. I particularly like fiddling with knitted and crocheted flowers to adorn my creations, I work on them when the opportunity comes and endeavour to use them in some way to spice up an item.

Here are some snaps of my 'twirly' scarves.








The cool weather is a great opportunity to get those needles out and get cracking
Go for it, gals
Simply Susan

Saturday, June 2, 2012

Hooray for Shawls

Back in March I wrote about the beautiful Japanese sock yarn that I purchased in New South Wales, whilst on holiday, well since then I have used the yarn to make a shawl. In fact, I was so taken with the result that I sought more yarn from Spotlight and made another of similar style, but incorporating a lovely picot finish on the frill, that I think looks very feminine.







May I say here that shawls or wraps are wonderful accessories for a gal to have in her wardrobe, especially in the climates that enjoy/endure widespread air-conditioning. So often I find myself in an interior that at first feels cool, but soon chills me, a shawl is the perfect item to throw around the shoulders and eliminate that frozen feeling!

Over the years I have knitted many of these in various styles and colours and enjoy snuggling in them, particularly during visits to the cinema, when I need to feel cosy in order to focus on the plot before me. They are light and easy to scrunch up and put into a bag, ready to be produced in an instant. Voila! WARMTH!

You may think that a shawl is suggestive of an old lady, well,let me tell you that the old gals were onto a good thing when they came up with this accessory. A shawl totally feminine and decorative and may be warn in several ways. Simply around the shoulders, loose; or tied at the front or around the shoulders with the ends thrown over opposite shoulders, or even around the hips; even doubled and looped, like a scarf if its not too bulky.

Give it some thought ladies, If you don't own one, give it a try and be amazed how useful and lovely they can be.

While I am talking about Spotlight, Australia's only Mega craft store, I received yet another email from them advising me that yarn is being discounted by thirty per cent, yep, you got it! I paid my local store a visit and discovered that the sock yarn that I bought earlier for five dollars instead of ten was now down to just two dollars and ten cents per ball! That is a BARGAIN, when you consider that it only takes one ball to make a pair of socks! Yes that is my next project. I bought two balls and then just to make sure I had enough, if I am successful in my endeavours, I popped back in and bought another two! I invested in a new set of double pointed needles and I'm ready to start, once I've completed the scarf that I am working on...

(For those who may not know sock yarn is so called because it may be dyed in a variety of colours and in such a fashion that when it's knitted into socks the changing colours appear beautifully like fair isle knitting - intricate patterns that are made by using very fine yarns of different colour, a very challenging way of knitting)

In case you are wondering why I haven't written anything on my Blog for such a long time...there are two reasons, firstly I have had two eye operations and am experiencing challenging times with my near vision. Secondly, I am the proud owner of my very first laptop and I am on the verge of going crazy, in my near sighted fog, I seem to inadvertently be touching keys that have 'secret' commands attached to them, that are taking me to places that not only do I not want to go, but that I do not know how to leave, thus halfway through this entry, in frustration, I am back on our PC trying to finish this in familiar surroundings, whilst the lap top is lucky not to have been thrown through the window!

Does anyone else experience technological challenges?

Anyway, be inspired readers with my crafty endeavours and try a shawl or two. I'll be back.
Simply Susan

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Be Still

I sit to write what is on my heart, yet the words won't come. Enough to say that it was a day filled with emotion, heartbreak, frustration and stress, after dinner we headed to the Broadwater for some air and a stroll, hoping to clear our heads and gain some perspective on the events of the day.

The evening was calm, not even a breeze to disturb the surface of the water. It reflected clear, mirror images of the lights on the house boats moored nearby, as the tide came in the light reflections extended like shards of fire upon the surface of the water. We strolled then sat on a bench for a while, awed by the peace and stillness that surrounded us.

The words "Be still and know that I am God" from Psalm 46 v 10 came to mind, and I was reminded of the importance of that. Without stillness I am unable to hear God speak to me through his Word. I am one who likes to make the most of moments, doing things that I enjoy, listening to music, knitting, reading, writing (when I can see!)I have no trouble keeping busy, but that is the problem, whilst I enjoy doing all these things I deprive myself of that precious stillness that I need to pursue my relationship with God. I drown Him out. I am the loser in this situation,even as a proficient, multi-tasking woman, it's hard to listen to someone while one's hands are busy!

Other lights were evident shining in the darkness last night, red and green navigation lights, blinking there to guide 'boaties' through the safe channels, thus avoiding the hidden sandbars and other hazards below the surface of the water. This caused me to think of the guidance that God has provided for us in His Word, to guide us from danger and give us wisdom to help us as we live our lives here on the earth. Just as the 'boaties' would be foolish to ignore the navigation lights, we are foolish if we ignore God's guidance. The lights continue to blink their warnings and God's word is ever present for us.

I don't know about you, but I need all the expert help I can get in order to safely navigate through the ever present hazards and challenges in my life. The world is forever moving the goal posts, I need help that I can depend on, unchanging, dependable, reliable and true.

I returned home refreshed in my thinking and comforted by God's presence. Let me recommend this book to you - The Bible - have a read and surprise yourself with what you find inside the cover - timeless wisdom.

Happy reading

Simply Susan

Sunday, April 8, 2012

The Good News Of Easter




Having been privileged to have cataract surgery and an intra ocular lens implanted into my right eye this Easter week, I am reminded, by the astonishing miracle of improvement to my vision, of the other miracle that happened to me almost thirty years ago. This was when the truth of the Easter message penetrated my understanding and my life was forever changed.
I finally understood the fact that Jesus is the Son of God, that He gave His life on the cross, was buried and was raised by the power of God, all this to offer me the opportunity for a restored relationship with God the Father, that was ruined, severed by Adam and Eve many years ago, a state inherited by each and every one of us born since then.
What a sacrifice! What a price paid!
The gospel of John states in chapter three verse sixteen, "For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son, that whosoever believeth in Him, should not perish but have everlasting life."
This offer is for one and all. For each of us to realize that we need forgiveness and the peace and joy that a restored relationship with God brings.

This Easter time please consider this question - What will you do with Jesus?
Life is uncertain, death is inevitable. This question needs to be considered before it's too late.

Make this Easter a memorable one for the right reason. This time is more than a welcome clutch of public holidays, just for our pleasure, to eat fish on Good Friday and consume hot cross buns and Easter Eggs. We have time away from our routines to think.

The cross on the buns reminds us of the cross on which Jesus died, the hollow in the chocolate egg reminds us that the tomb in which Jesus was placed is empty.

He is risen!

Happy Easter
Simply Susan

Friday, March 30, 2012

Saturday Morning At Bunnings

It's Saturday,that wonderful day of the week when,if you are fortunate enough to work Monday to Friday, you can choose your activities for the day instead of heading off to your place of employment.

This morning, after an early start. Having completed the weekly laundry, we headed off to our local Bunnings (hardware) store to pick up a couple of items. That is funny, because its like saying one is going to Spotlight, the ladies equivalent (haberdashery) store for a couple of things, one rarely exits the place without a few extra things that catch ones eye while prowling the aisles.

My mind was in a good place and I enjoyed our visit. We easily found the three items that we wanted and then tried to find the quickest checkout line, as you do.

During the visit I noted with humour, our fellow shoppers and their selections.
The store sells an amazing assortment of things from hardware to gardening, outdoor furniture, paint, power tools, light fittings bathroom and laundry accessories, indeed, just about anything and everything one could wish for.
Buff chaps wandered around heaving bags of cement, long lengths of PVC pipe; lawn food and a collapsible washing line, happily displaying their biceps. Other fellows wandered around the tool section with joy; some wearing angst expressions on their faces; some keen to get stuck into a project; others less enthusiastic; some trying to look knowledgeable; others totally at sea! I might add that there was a fair representation of ladies this morning pushing trollies offering encouraging words, keeping an eye on the kids. I was also impressed by a number of guys with little ones in toe, showing them the Bunnings ropes, so to speak!

The fun starts when eager shoppers endeavour to load their purchases into their vehicles, what looks doable in the huge warehouse can often become a major challenge when faced with the confines of the vehicle in the car park, doors, pipes, lengths of timber and tall plants sometimes just won't fit and that presents major logistical problems. It happens to the best of us, I'm sure, a bit like putting more on one's plate than one can comfortable eat, a case of eyes being bigger than the tummy!

No doubt my fellow shoppers made it home this morning and have got stuck into the projects on their to do lists, or maybe they got discouraged or distracted and decided to crack a beer and watch the footy instead, good intentions can become derailed so easily.

In any event, I was amused by the visit and am grateful that humour can be found in all sorts of situations if our mind is in the right place.

Keep looking for opportunities to smile, and have a great weekend!
Simply Susan

Monday, March 19, 2012

A Taste Of Things To Come

What a wonderful, unexpected experiences happened to me today - having been driven to Wolombi in N.S.W. for a reckkie around this quaint old township/dwelling, I had the good fortune of stumbling into an old shop, that previously housed antiques, to find it is now a wool shop selling wonderful wools and yarns from all over the place, including Japan and locally spun fleece in magical colours.




Oh I was in my seventh heaven.. I purchased a multicoloured hank of sock yarn from Japan for $26, (420 metres,good value} and I look forward to the opportunity of knitting it into a shawl or scarf VERY SOON. The interior of the shop had whitewashed walls and an open fire place, which, I imagine would prove very handy in cooler months.




Heading across the road for a spot of lunch, I found myself being invited to join a group of three local women, indulging in their three weekly knitting circle...More joy for me, this would be a dream, to have the time to regularly meet with like minded creative people and indulge in creating something together. They were very welcoming, sharing their library books and stories, and the projects that they were working on.To my amazement, one was happily using commercial yarn from Spotlight, while the other two were working with their own spun yarns. In the brief minutes that I spent in their company, I experienced...a taste of things to come! Just Wonderful!

Bring it on!
Simply Susan

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Rabbiting On!

One day last week I had cause to be in Woolworth (a grocery supermarket for overseas readers), with a friend, who was looking for a particular item in the frozen food section. Walking around the end of an aisle I came face to face with an amazing sight, that made me laugh and I called my friend to come and look. It was a display of chocolate rabbits. I thought it looked extremely attractive and eye catching and I chuckled to myself, wishing I had my camera with me.

Unsuccessful in her search, my friend and I proceeded to another store nearby, and, yes I was fascinated to find another, smaller army that made me smile again.

Yesterday, knowing that I was going to be returning to the original store, I remembered to take my camera to record for your delight and my on going amusement photographic evidence of the eye catching display.





There is something about repetitiveness that I find appealing, lines of identical objects or people in uniform, for example an army on parade at the trooping the colour at Horse guards parade in London.
So it was for me with these chocolate Easter rabbits, all wrapped in gold foil, facing the same direction in staggering numbers.

So fascinated was I that I came home and did my sums. In that double sided display there would have been 2.048 bunnies. At an individual price of $4, that display was worth a cool $8,192! Just one display in one store. I might add that around this display were others of different size, shape, wrapped rabbits, which in total would have amounted to a very significant dollar value.

Whilst I gained great joy from viewing the army, I wonder what that says about our society regarding our value of Easter? There was surely more to it than chocolate rabbits?

Keep your eyes peeled for delightful sights...
Simply Susan

Thursday, February 2, 2012

The Day Off

The rain has ceased, joy of joys, I have a Friday off (work). I don't know about other gals who work most of the week, but when a day off comes my way, the to do list is long and the possibilities of how to make the best use of that precious day, abound. I make lists and then try to decide what are the most pressing items on it and off I go. So keen am I to make every second count, I even add to the list things I achieve and then cross them off!

What to do? Well today the immediate choice was obvious, attack the laundry that was threatening to overflow the washing basket. While the machine did its thing, I set up my sewing machine and mended a work mates skirt. Next I made a phone call. That done, I made myself a batch of rock cakes, so that I would have something tasty to enjoy with my morning coffee. This activity sparked off some more memories of my Mum. She has been very much in my thoughts of late. The first eighteen years of my life, spent living at home certainly left strong impressions on me.

When Mum made rock cakes it was part of a major baking spree. The old green gas oven in my mums kitchen was lit and warmed up ready to receive, fruit cake, rock cakes, fruit tarts and maybe a sponge cake, all assembled in the appropriate sequence for oven baking temperatures. One didn't light that oven for just one item, Oh no, that was considered a waste of power and money.

While writing this I am reminded of the gas and electric meters that lived under the stairs, in the hall cupboard. These hungry meters were fed regularly with shillings that my Dad brought home especially for this purpose, in his pay packet. He worked in a bank in London, so I imagine that he was able to select the denominations of notes and coins, for ease of distribution for my Mum for her housekeeping purposes. Anyway, feeding the meter was one of my jobs. The coins were inserted individually, then a lever was turned enabling the coin to be received into the meter box thus building up credit ready for later use. How archaic this now seems to me, along with a lot of other 'normal' activities whilst living in my family home, during my early years.

Back to the rock cakes. Whilst measuring out the flour, I was reminded of how I used to enjoy making patterns with the flour scoop in Mum's flour tin, this was a large,square, brown, hinged, Bisto, gravy powder tin. I was fascinated with the smoothness of the oval shapes that the scoop and spoons made in the flour and would play with it as long as Mum allowed. I probably annoyed her in her endeavour to produce so much baking in a session, but it kept me amused.

The rock cakes turned out a treat and I thoroughly enjoyed one sitting in the garden with my cuppa.
Here's a snap of the patterns in my flour and of the finished product.





I have other items on my to do list, yet I have just chosen to spend the last half an hour writing this... so the remainder will have to wait.

But wait I have a lunch date with a girl friend... I just have enough time to get ready and go....

The list will wait, won't it? It's all a question of priority!

What a lovely day off!
simply Susan

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Evoking A Memory

The Gold Coast has received a lot of rain during the last seven days. Funny how quickly we become bored with grey skies, when we experience clear blue skies for so much of the year. Anyway, having got soaked for the umpteenth time going to work, due to a non waterproof shower jacket and a broken umbrella, trying to hold off torrential rain, I was taken by the pretty green, plastic mac that a work colleague sported to work on Friday morning. Memories of my childhood in England came flooding back to me.

When I was a girl, everybody owned a plastic mac (short for Mackintosh, meaning raincoat to non Poms!) Males had grey macs females pretty pastel coloured macs.They were fastened at the front with flexible plastic buttons or press studs, that were apt to cause tearing,they often had an attached hood. I remember the grey male style had slits in the sides to enable easy access to the trouser or jacket pockets underneath, whereas the ladies style had front pockets, for hankies and so forth. Mine went everywhere with me, ie to and from school, at least a three kilometre walk each way, folded neatly into it's matching plastic envelope,taking up as little space as possible beside all the school paraphernalia that was required to be lugged on our shoulders for daily lessons. One never knew when a shower would occur and, trust me one could get VERY wet during such a long walk. The plastic mac was my insurance policy against a wet uniform and a cold soggy day.

With the benefit of hindsight, the idea of owning a pair of brown leather indoor and outdoor shoes wasn't such a bad idea as it seemed at the time, because we were at least ensured of dry feet during wet weather,especially when on wet days the rain having hit the plastic mac then trickled down the garment and dripped onto one's feet! Oh we did it tough as kids! Happy days!

Anyway my plastic macs saved me from many a soaking. Damaged macs could be repaired with sticky tape, and so patch up jobs were evident when necessary, when we couldn't afford a replacement.

Also popular at that time with ladies were rain hats made of fan folded, soft,clear plastic with ribbon attached to the ends, that could be opened an used to cover ones hair. After use they were shaken dried and refolded and returned to their envelope for subsequent use. I think these may still be available, though I haven't been in England for several years and thus am unable to verify this fact.

As I sit pondering all this, I wonder when and why plastic macs went out of fashion, when they are clearly so useful.

My colleague said she had purchased hers while holidaying in an Asian country, surprise, surprise!

Plastic ponchos have become quite popular for unsuspecting tourists, visiting supposed sunny destinations. This evokes another memory for me of our family trip to Disneyland, back in the mid 90's. My family members are few of the folk in the world who can testify to the lie of the song lyrics "It never rains in California", it does, and it did, much to our surprise and consternation, during our brief visit to this iconic theme park. we witnessed hundreds of visitors to the park wearing bright yellow plastic ponchos with Mickey Mouse printed on the back, sloshing around in the mud. It rained a lot in that corner of California that day.

Back to my question, what has caused the decline in plastic macs? During my schooldays, there were no family cars available to taxi children to and from school, it was shank's pony or if we hadn't spent our bus money on sweets, then a bus ride, but even then, in my case that only halved the walk! You couldn't walk with a couple of friends on a pavement holding umbrellas, even if we could afford them.

Today, so often, in our materialistic western world, it seems that kids enter the family vehicle in the dry garage, exit the property through electronic gates and are chauffeured to school in the dry. The journey is reversed at the end of the day and dealing with rain is not a problem. Not only do they not have to deal with inclement weather, but they are also deprived of exercise and all the fun of spending regular time actually socializing, face to face with mates, in so doing rubbing off prickly personality traits and learning pecking order and social skills that, I am sure kids in my era benefited from in later life when we entered the real world. So school kids have no need for rain protection, and it would not be cool to wear such garments even if they were available! Indeed we all have much easier access to vehicles that precludes the need for rain wear.

I suppose the plastic poncho is popular due to its one fits all design and size and more economical to stock. Let me say that they are extremely helpful in the rain providing one can keep the lower edges where they are supposed to be! They fold up small and are inexpensive, very handy to have in the glove box.Umbrellas are now very affordable and so the demise of the plastic mac was inevitable.

Long live memories! Where would we have been without those plastic macs?

Simply Susan


This is a snap of a sodden parrot that took shelter under the eves of our deck earlier in the week, definitely not impressed with the inclement weather.

Sunday, January 22, 2012

A Sprat To Catch A Mackeral!

Earlier in the month, I received electronic notification of a $10 gift voucher from Spotlight (for non Aussies, that's a mega haberdashery store in Australia).

With only 48 hours remaining before its expiry, my daughter alerted me to this fact. On Thursday morning, en route to work, I detoured and hot footed to my local store, about 10minutes drive away, eager to make use of the gift, hoping to spend the voucher on yarns that I will inevitably use for knitting in cooler months.

Knitting is one of my passions. Settling for a long knitting session on cooler days is right up there for me with losing myself in a book. I find it very therapeutic, I get a kick out of seeing seeing garments, especially throws and scarves, take shape from yarns of different textures and colours.

I always keep my eyes open for unusual, well priced yarns to add to my considerable stash of yarn, for future projects, be it car boot sales or op shops..

While prowling the yarn section of the Spotlight store, I smiled to myself, as once again I found myself in the situation of feeling like a rabbit caught in a headlight, frantically running up and down a fence trying to find a gap. In my case, frantically rushing up and down the aisle, trying to decide which yarns to choose, from the amazing variety of colour and texture arrayed before me, keen to get the best value, constrained by budget and time. How many balls will I need when the time comes, which colour will be the best choice; should I buy more than one colour of this very well priced yarn? Constrained by time on this occasion by the presence of my husband, who intensely dislikes Spotlight, and the need to arrive at work punctually and budget because there is only so much that one can decently spend on such an occasion...isn't there?

Something I have become aware of about myself in recent years, is my inability to make a decision when faced with too many choices. This becomes evident when choosing shoes, fabric, yarns even making selections from a menu in a restaurant. Too many options can cause me to freeze and I have been known to do nothing when overwhelmed with choices. Thinking about this revelation probably explains why I am so much happier shopping opportunistically, when there is only one of each kind,size, or style to choose from - so much easier.

Back to Thursday morning, keen to enjoy my voucher and having approximated the total cost of my selections, I hurriedly withdrew to the checkout. The ten dollar voucher cost me thirty eight dollars! I was delighted with my purchases, my exasperated husband was only too happy to exit the store and drop me at work.

Later that day, having displayed my purchases to fellow workmates, who love knitting, I remembered that I had another ten dollar voucher in my purse that the generous Spotlight store had bestowed on me as a birthday gift for the month of January! Whoopee.

Being so enamored with my Thursday selections, and feeling the need to buy more of certain yarns for future exciting projects, I returned to the store on Saturday morning! That expedition cost me a further forty one dollars!

Do I hear you chuckling and identifying with me or muttering SUCKER under your breath? How easy it is to get caught up in a good offer! I have no regrets, but I recognize the old saying that my Dad used to use regarding using using a small sprat to catch a large mackerel! Oh he was a wise man!

I'm going to have a busy winter...
Simply Susan

Perhaps I should mention that though my husband dislikes visits to Spotlight, I have used this to my advantage, by explaining to him exactly what I am looking for, he is very good at finding things for me, (whereas I get distracted) this ensures for him a very quick visit and we are both happy. He actually has a pretty good eye for my haberdashery needs!

Miss Fluff

Shortly after moving into our house, four years ago this month, we had an unexpected but pleasant visit from neigbourhood cat.

The visit occurred while we were enjoying a morning coffee out in the back garden. We had been counting our blessings, enjoying our garden, when all of a sudden this large black ball of soft fluff brushed my leg and made me jump. The cat proved friendly, having rubbed itself around the legs of the chairs, it jumped up onto my lap for some love. I admit I was surprised and pleased, having felt a little wary as to this cat's personality, having had some nasty experiences in the past with a cat that bit without provocation. I was delighted that puss settled happily on my lap and it seemed to be thoroughly enjoying me stroking it, contented purring ensued.

We provided some milk in a saucer and wondered where the cat lived.

This instigated several visits to us, which I thoroughly enjoyed as I am a cat lover and was pondering whether to go to the local pound and find one to live with us. If this friendly puss was going to be a regular visitor to our property then I would enjoy its company without the responsibility of owning one of my own, and this cat's personality was delightful, indeed, just what I would look for in a cat of my own.

Over time we witnessed this cat visiting other houses in our street and realized that it probably played us all cadging titbits when and where it could.

One morning on the way to work I saw the cat emerging from a nearby storm water drain, looking somewhat disheveled, its fur covered with cobwebs, pieces of grass and other bric a brac from its subterranean adventure.

I christened the cat Miss Fluff, as I was so impressed with her gentleness and the softness of her fur. She had seasons of visiting us, like all cats, happy to do her own thing on her own terms.

She would turn up at the back door and sit patiently waiting for one of us to deliver a saucer of milk, having lapped her fill she would have a quick wash and leave.

On a couple of occasions Miss fluff has arrived with wounds to her rump, clearly she has had her share of night time encounters with other felines in the area.

Some months after Miss Fluff's initial visit to us,I happened to meet our neighbour from two doors down and discovered that Miss Fluff belonged to her. It was a male called Cosmo! I told her what had been happening and that I thought it was a female, she laughed.

A young child lives at Miss Fluff's home and I think that sometimes little people might agitate her, and so she escapes to our place for some peace, when she has the need.

Miss Fluff, for so she shall remain to me, visited yesterday and I managed to take her photo, she looked so regal purchased on the deck railing.





Isn't she something?
Simply Susan

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

I Had To Smile!

Just recently, our daughter, who lives in the "sky" (2nd floor unit), discovered a TV cabinet in an op shop several suburbs away from home. She rang and told us all about it, asking our opinion as to the the wisdom of purchasing it. She was particularly excited at the price, a mere twenty four dollars, reduced from thirty! What a find!
A day or two later it was still on her mind and so she rang the shop to see if it was available, it was and so she asked if it could be put on hold for collection later that day.
Having measured the wall where she envisioned it being placed, and having measured the back of her van to see if it would fit, she and I headed off full of optimism for a closer inspection.
Light rain fell as we drove through Christmas holiday traffic. Our spirits were high as we headed towards our goal.
A parking space was thankfully available right outside the shop, some snappy reversing on my daughter's part had us well positioned to receive our intended purchase.
The unit was behind other furniture, it appeared to be very suitable for its anticipated use and position in my daughter's lounge, condition was excellent, the price was very attractive. Feeling confident, we decided to have a look around at other available 'treasure" in the shop. Being in possession of a half price discount voucher, due to expire any day, this seemed a smart move.
My daughter decided that she should make her presence known to the volunteer on duty and to stake her claim on the TV unit. Having done so, while the rain continued to fall, we continued to potter around the racks checking this and that.

I spotted a well dressed lady, and a gentleman of European origin, who had bowed legs, and was sporting a hat; both of significant years, pushing the cabinet toward the door. We headed towards them and heard the man say that it was very heavy, this was not surprising as the unit had several glass doors and wooden shelves. I suggested that if we removed them, it would hopefully make it light enough for us to lift into the back of the van.
The dear man produced a screw driver and proceeded to remove the many screws. It was suggested that some muscle be enlisted from the fish shop down the road to help us move the furniture, but no, it didn't seem that this would be necessary.

By this time it was raining steadily and the lady had positioned a coffee table in road the behind the van to keep the car space free for our manoeuvres.

We,the two elderly folk and myself, lifted together and carried the unit out of the shop, across the pavement, circumnavigating a concrete planter and the previously positioned coffee table, into the back of the van. The rain was no deterrent. It fitted with only an inch or two to spare, You can imagine our delight!
We thanked the volunteers profusely for their enthusiastic assistance and having made further selections and amused ourselves further at a quick 'try on', we paid for our 'haul' and headed out of the shop.

The further purchases that we had made provided cushioning for the glass doors, we drove happily back, delighted at our success, meanwhile my daughter wasted no time in contacting some friends to come later that afternoon to assist her in carrying the unit up to her flat in the sky.

It looks amazing in position and easily accommodates the TV and some treasures. You don't have to spend a fortune to make your place look homely.

The outing was totally enjoyable, this account doesn't do it justice, but it is a record of a wonderful time we had treasure hunting together with help from an most unexpected source, that enabled the whole deal to go ahead. Thanks to the lady and gentleman who helped us in the rain.

Keep those eyes wide open for good deals!
Simply Susan