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Warehouse Sale! $100 off rokii 3-in-1

We’re moving all our stock to a cosy new home, so it’s time for a warehouse sale! For a short time, you can get

$100 off every rokii 3-in-1, our award winning baby rocker to ride-on design – that’s $399 with free shipping.

The more you buy, the less we have to move.  Yippee, it’s a win-win!

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rokii goes to Korea

rokii goes to Korea

our little rokii has been selected to be displayed at Design Korea 2012. So a pair of rokiis are jetting off to the land of kimchi to strut their stuff on the design catwalk.

I carry your heart

Heart with 2 hands

…here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows

higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

E.E.Cummings

Handwoven highlights

hand woven basket light

Harriet Goodall handmade basket light

Whilst I wait for the last leaves to fall off my local willow tree so I can harvest branches and weave some of my ideas into reality, I’ve been looking around for inspiration.  There are so many beauties on Harriet Goodall’s random weaving site, but the basket light for a little boy’s room with interwoven twigs/ feathers/ printed excerpts from the tale of baby Moses in a basket is a highlight.  So beautiful.

 

live in the sunshine…

live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air’s salubrity…

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Words to live by.

(Quote truncated due to laziness of embroiderer and reduced reading age of modern times, with apologies to Mr Emerson. Salubrity = Healthfulness = spending more time swimming in the sunshine versus sewing).

Stop the crap!

I’ve been musing on what makes an ideal environment to live in, as kiddy-clutter, broken stuff and things that need clearing out stare back at me, despite continuing efforts to eradicate them. Stuff that I never authorised just keeps sneaking in. Possibly under cover of darkness.

I think Dieter Rams put it best in his commandments for good design when he said that good design needs to be aesthetic, to be useful, to be honest and as discreet as an English butler.   I’ve had limited experience with English butlers, but that sounds good to me.  I’d add sustainability and a sense of humour to the mix.

The words of William Morris also ring true “Have nothing in your house that you do not know to be useful or believe to be beautiful”.  Words to live by.  This is what’s on my mind when I’m thinking about stuff that’s allowed in the front door and stuff that’s pushed out the back door to be recycled/donated/overhauled/aggressively gifted or finally thrown in a dumpster as a very last resort.

The IKEA mothership has been accused of churning out disposable, cheap and nasty goods, but if (big IF) you are selective, you can find great products at amazing prices. It’s democratic;  folks with great taste but few funds can  construct a pleasing interior, and personalisation of mass market goodies can avoid that ‘living in a catalogue’ feel. So provided the fashion-led and poorly fabricated stuff is avoided, even Ikea has a place in my ideal environment.

In essence my ideal environment philosophy boils down to this:

Clear out the crap. 

Buy only what you love.

Make stuff.

 

I’m thinking I”ll apply this to some reusable shopping tote bags which I’ve been meaning to whip up on the Brother, but are yet to materialise. Pun intended.

I’ll also be trying to apply this as Christmas hits, disposable and broken toys hit their annual peak, and ideas of sustainable expenditure disappear as quickly as festive cheer in a over-crowded Christmas car park…

Capsule wardrobe fraud

Who lives like this? Rainman?

Ever have those days when the urge to purge is overwhelming?  When you want to throw out your entire wardrobe and start again?  When alluring pictures of Ikea wardrobes with 10 colour-matched, perfectly spaced and folded items looks like some uncluttered kind of heaven?

I keep reading about the fabled capsule wardrobe – that nirvana of dressing without thinking/searching/swearing – pieces that fit you perfectly and go with other things in your wardrobe.  There’s no extraneous items.  No things that don’t fit.  No dodgy tailoring, gaping seams and falling hems.  But how do you ever attain this? 

Firstly, bossy de-cluttering experts who say you should throw out something you haven’t worn for a year can take a running jump. It depends.  Quality cocktail and formal frocks can provide sartorial satisfaction for decades. And I still wear my mother’s gold slingbacks that she bought in London in the 60’s.     

And then I need another exception to the rules, the keepsakes collection.  It’s a material museum: your 1980’s sequined mini dress from your high school formal that your daughter may wear one day (or just fall down laughing), your mother’s ball gowns (two sizes too small) too beautiful to throw away, and my grandmother’s tea dresses (four sizes too small) but with handmade lace that deserves preservation and admiration.

It’s the every day clothes that really need to be combed through with a steely discipline – the dodgy once-were-Lycra exercise gear,  stretched and misshapen T-shirts, the pile of ‘gardening/work/painting’ clothes that you can afford to minimise unless you’re actually a gardener/builder’s labourer/painter. 

So in the end it’s not a neat little capsule wardrobe I’m aiming for – that’s just a subset of the whole.  It’s more like a conglomeration of  fabric categories which includes a smaller, practical and overworked everyday section.  Yes, I will wear this 20% about 80% of the time.  But I’m not chucking out my family of frocks and I’m not about to wear formal frocks 80% of the time.  I guess I don’t really want that minimalist wardrobe after all.