I can be a bit odd.

All life is an experiment,

The more experiments you make, the better.

-Ralph Waldo Emerson.

I hope everyone had the best weekend. I had a house full of boys, and Cory also had his friend Corey sleep over. I didn't do too well in my footy tippings though, glad for the Fremantle Dockers win, even if I hadn't backed them to win. There is always next weekend to do better. I was determined to get some stitching done, I have one block made and almost finished stitching the last one.

Now that I have conquered not getting flash in this photo, I just have to work on getting it straight!

I slouched around the patio on Sunday, ever so determined to get the stitching finished and I'm glad I did, because I had the biggest laugh listening to the boys play darts with their mates. Boys are so funny. Oh I also watched the movie 'Boy in striped pyjamas'. Has anyone seen it? It is a moving story, but I won't tell you about it incase you haven't seen it.

I have been holding onto some photo's that I dearly wanted to share with you all. Ever since I can remember, I have been fascinated with how life was in the colonial days, especially how people worked, lived, did their chores. I can't really explain it or what had even triggered me off. So when we go on holidays anywhere or visit another town, if there is a location that has an old homestead, or cottage, that's it....we're so going.

Now having told you that, I have to come clean and tell you why I've held onto the photo's I took. I can be a bit odd, and after I show you one photo in particular I just want to say......do come back and visit my blog!! The photo's are of an old cottage named Morby Cottage, and it is an historical house that has been preserved and lovingly maintained by a committee that supports it.

The top pic is the front entrance to the cottage.

More pictures of the front of Morby Cottage.

I love this sweet sign hanging up out the front.

Down below is the back entrance to Morby.

 

This lovely cottage was built by John Morrell, an English carpenter. The cottage has much history about it and as a child I used to run passed the cottage (I thought a witch lived there!!), but still unable to take my eyes off the place.

I really wanted to share the cottage with you, but needed a certain photo that was of something inside the cottage. Now here goes....I can't believe I'm going to do this....but here is the photo I had to share..........

No snickering allowed!!!! How narrow are those shoes!! They are a pair of ladies shoes, I could hardly get my big toe in those shoes. An interesting thing is that in all my travels to different homesteads and/or cottages around the country side, the ladies shoes are all so tiny. In the early years people did always have closed in shoes, so feet didn't spread like.......um......the big hairy foot shown in the photo! All had a good laugh now? I did warn you all I can be a bit odd. Actually it is the same I noticed with women's dresses as well, they're so tiny. There I got it off my chest.

I have a few more snaps of inside the house. I so love the kitchen on where the cooking was done. The next few photo's are of the kitchen.

I have also taken some snaps of the bedrooms. John Morrell had about 4 children and the cottage has three bedrooms. Here are a few shots for you to look at.

Do you love the special chair on the left?

The shoes below belonged to a child...so I didn't put my foot up against these pair of shoes. They are only about 4 inches long. So tiny.

There, I am so pleased to finally have shown these pictures to you. I have held onto them for some time now, but over the summer months Morby cottage is closed. I had to wait until now to get those inside photo's for you.

I hope none of you have been scarred, scared, shocked or horrified by my foot. I do hope you loved the cottage. When we were children we would walk out to the town cemetery to clean and tidy up graves for something to do. We ran most of the way there though because you had to go passed Morby cottage first, where we were sure a witch lived. Then we had to run passed the native reserve, because there were lots of dogs and they used to bark really loudly. After all that running (2km) you were almost at the cemetery, you could walk in the cemetery, it wasn't scarey there!!!

So glad to share with you all and have a lovely day. Kind regards, Anita.