A Berry Happy Birthday

So there used to be this stripey tiger who lived across the road. We used to traipse across to each other's houses for a cuppa and/or a knit, me often in pyjamas. Sometimes we'd go on daytrips - to Berrima, perhaps Austinmer or Berry. And if it were a warm day, our families would meet for driveway drinks. She doesn't just knit, she quilts, otherwise sews, spins and makes felt. Her house was a labrynth of collections and art; vintage sewing notions in a wall mounted box frame, antique jelly moulds, drawings and sculpture, and even a gaggle of 'victorian dust pressed tiles' whatever they are.

She was also known to make a mean batch of bills choc chip cookies and pistachio nougat. And she only drank the good stuff. I miss that.

And so it came to pass that the stripey tiger's husband finished his training at the hospital and went off in search of real work. They had long had a dream of a treechange - with a bit of land and a homestead and a ride on mower.

Well, her dream has come true, and she's done it. She invited a few friends to her house on the weekend for a country afternoon tea in her new homestead in Berry to celebrate her birthday.

Here's some pictures.











I didn't want to leave. Can't blame me can you?