Saturday, September 30, 2006
But I lived in a small country town for a few years, and her observations ring true, the characters and events of small towns, the small and everyday which can be more revealing than larger sweeps of history.
I rather like visiting Mitford. Thanks to eBay (the series in full isn't so easy to find here in Oz) I have seven books, and am in the middle of the fourth, Out to Canaan.
Amid all the oughta shoulda woulda must-do ticky-list stuff of a break, I plan to spend some time in a puddle of sunshine on a comfy chair, visiting Mitford.
Friday, September 29, 2006
Not a bad array for a library to yield, though, is it? This was far from all the books they had on doll houses, a fairly esoteric field I would have thought. Well done them. And I saved myself hundreds of dollars! (well, a bit less than I might have, Rural Escapes has gone on my someday oneday Amazon wishlist, along with Shabby Chic which I have been meaning to buy forever. I won't buy it here in Oz for $AU60 when it's so much less at Amazon. Pls note that there are, however, plenty of books I buy here.)
I'm still conflicted on phraseology. Doll house. Dollhouse (that seems more American). Dolls' house (sounds more English, but you have to type the apostrophe too). Doll's house? Nope. And ironically at this point my house ain't gonna have any inhabitants. They'll all have just gone out and be back soon. They're not the bit of it all that interests me most. The original 17/18th century English usage, "baby house" is too much lost in the mist of time to attempt revival - the meaning would be mistook. If you look at those book spines, they're all conflicted too.
Thursday, September 28, 2006
What will I make from them? A quilt....but I've NO idea of a design as yet. It's percolating, and will require delightful research in quilt history books and block encyclopedias. My favourite fabric in the range is the fan one (the first link below takes you to a colour card of all the fabrics, if you want to investigate them further).
These fabrics are Civil War Anthem by Barbara Brackman and Terry Clothier Thompson for Moda.
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Monday, September 25, 2006
Sunday, September 24, 2006
I promised my dear mama a clue as to my latest vice. So here it is. (Hi Mum!)
Although today I've got a bunch of quilting that HAS to be done, (a flannel quilt! and it's an unseasonal 33degCelsius today!) so nothing's happening in da house today. It might get some lights next week. Impatient though I may be to wallpaper and furnish, (there are some GAWjus scrapbooking papers out there with which to wallpaper!) I've learned that lights come first, so you can hide the wires (will this become the most expensive lamp in the [big]house?).
The art supply shop had some unbleached linen @$14.95/m (dirt cheap for linen, I wonder if the cross-stitchers know?) which could make elegant flooring.
It's not going to be a Victorian crammit house, either - I fancy the idea of something more contemporary, incorporating vintage and modern. And a chance to play with textile possibilities - quilts, rugs, curtains, more.
(That whirring sound you hear is my brain in overdrive).
Saturday, September 23, 2006
This muriel (ok, ok, mural) is in our workplace - something to look at and ponder on, something to give you space for wonder amid the busy day. It's inspired by Australian Aboriginal work, although it was part of a group work involving Aboriginal and non-Aboriginal people.
(No guarantees I won't find more photogenic shrubs and trees, but this is a change from Nature!)
Friday, September 22, 2006
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
The irony is, they're so nice we're leaving them and still using the plain vanilla ordinary boring ones. We'll have to get over that....
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Monday, September 18, 2006
The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said -
There's a NPR series about majestic trees here, which quotes Larkin and another of my favourite poets, Wendell Berry.
This week's colour is pine green. There's a link to A Year of Color in the right hand sidebar, if you want to enjoy some beautiful photos.
Sunday, September 17, 2006
Saturday, September 16, 2006
Bill Bryson's travel books are enduringly wonderful, so after the taster from the Lost Continent, "I was born in Des Moines. I guess somebody had to be." here is his memoir of childhood.
Looking for Alibrandi and Saving Francesca are favourite teenage novels - Melina Marchetta has such an ear and pen for creating a voice. She's not prolific, so each new work is to be savoured. Hear an interview with Melina.
Phooey! - NO time for reading this weekend. They'll just haunt me till I can start. And then, which first????
This is one of my favourite quotes about reading:
I read because the words that build the story become mine, to build my life.
I read not for happy endings but for new beginnings; I'm just beginning myself and I wouldn't mind a map.
I read because I have friends who don't, and young though they are, they are beginning to run out of material.
I read because every journey begins in the library, and it's time for me to start packing.
I read because one of these days I may want to leave this town, and I'm going to go everywhere and meet everybody, and I want to be ready.
Friday, September 15, 2006
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Apart from the extensive array of vegetables, there are four secret ingredients. The ham, if ham is used, must be at least double if not triple smoked (more flavour). The dressing is a secret combination including lemon, lime, pepper, mustard and honey. And finally a small amount of peanuts and fetta add crunch and yet more flavour.
Prepared in advance by the in-house chef (that would be me), it transports to work with ease and when fully assembled and tossed in dressing, represents a decent half hour of crunching (there's a whole carrot julienned in that lot).
Highly recommended. Lotsa veges. Real food. Deeeelicious.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Monday, September 11, 2006
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Saturday, September 09, 2006
Friday, September 08, 2006
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
I brought a hanky, and then needed it sooner than I had expected. In the end, it wasn't the end one knew which brought me to tears. It was the ordinariness of people boarding and settling into a routine flight, and then the moment, after delays, when the plane took off, and you knew those people would never land alive.
As they found their seats, put bags in the overhead lockers, ignored the flight attendants doing their safety advisory I thought, I've been on that flight. It looks like most any flight I've ever been on.
Paul Greengrass, who wrote and directed it, his actors, his crew did an astonishing job of putting us there. The participation, as themselves, of a number of people who were a part of the day's events in control rooms shows their trust, in him and the film he was making, trust which was justified.
Roger Ebert's review describes this as masterful and heartbreaking. He's right. I wanted to see it on a big screen, in the darkness and focus of a cinema, and that was right too.
As the fifth anniversary approaches, the television documentaries are multiplying: The Falling Man, 9/11 (combining re-enactments with real footage). It's still not possible to do anything but shudder at the burning towers, the breached Pentagon, the scarred Pennsylvania field.
And wonder, without ever being able to know, how it could have been avoided, how else world affairs might have been conducted to avoid this.