20 July 2012
when i was a little girl, i was a tom boy
I was a total tom boy growing up, my best friend was the boy one house over & we played for hours in my back garden. I had huge rocks, climbing trees, a swimming pool & then my dreams came true, my father built me a tree house. My father was the son of a carpenter & everything he built "would hold the Sydney Harbour Bridge" as he hammered in a zillion nails to all manner of structures. When my big brothers were little, they had horses, in our back garden, in St Ives!! Seriously, 4 horses on Sydney's North Shore!! As a child i played in the barn, clearly zero fear of spiders & let my imagination run wild.
Now my tree house looked nothing like these fancy images - the base was the neighbour's old ping pong table - but it had a balcony, ladder, windows & a shingled roof.
It has a steep stair ladder & was among the Jacaranda trees, you had all manner of exits. We could reach out & eat Mulberries. Life was ace.
We were even allowed to sleepover in it with friends!! Bless the 1980's. My mother would bring midnight snacks & hot chocolates out on a tray like room service!!
My tree house still lives on, solid as a rock, my children play it when we visit Sydney. I'm going to be more heart broken than i realise when my parents sell our family home next year.
One of the best things about planning our own home, is dreaming up things like a tree house for the children or a fancy viewing platform to show off the best views to guests.
In the latest Smith Journal (Frankie Magazine's brother) they had a great feature on tree houses, ditto google images for tree house eye candy. When we finally buy land & plan a house, i'm going to do some carpentry courses so i can fiddle around with off cuts & build something amazing. Don't you love the branchy hand rails??
I might be lady like now . . . take away the sequins & fluff - give me gum boots & a hand saw - i'm right back to my roots. I've spent the day gardening (weeding really) & tossing all the off cuts to the chickens & ducks. I even gave them the leftover roses from our Friday the 13th party, which were gobbled down with gusto. Can't wait to go out into the chicken run tomorrow & slip over in extremely-organic-poo. I might sew with precision but i'm very clumsy & a slipper-overer, normally with a public audience. Have gorgeous weekends everyone. Love Posie