Yet more blossom - but these blowsy, generous blossoms are so worth sharing. They're in my parents' garden, the whole tree looking just wonderful, despite a windy weekend.
Sunday, October 07, 2007
Saturday, October 06, 2007
Vintage wooden toy train
On Saturday my dad and I went out for a happy day beetling around op shops and junk shops and garage sales and antique shops. We saw (but did not invest in, and I use the word 'invest' purposefully!) this wonderful Depression-era wooden toy train. Dad makes wooden toys - the toaster with pop-up bread is a perennial favourite with kids - so we always keep an eye out for examples of wooden toys. This one was priced at nearly four hundred dollars (Australian), so we enjoyed seeing it, and photographed it so we could remember how delightful it was...but did not buy.
Friday, October 05, 2007
Eyes
Ah, but whose eyes? The scary thing is that the inspiration was a picture that I was solemnly assured was a portrait of me. Hmmm. Those modern young artists....
Ah well, can't be said I never put pics of myself on the blog (hey Isabelle, if the photo from last week made you think I was younger than you'd guessed (it was a flattering angle!) I've no idea what this will make you think?!!).
To be published in Recycled Threads in Australian Country Threads magazine in a few months - can't show you all of this till after that.
Ah well, can't be said I never put pics of myself on the blog (hey Isabelle, if the photo from last week made you think I was younger than you'd guessed (it was a flattering angle!) I've no idea what this will make you think?!!).
To be published in Recycled Threads in Australian Country Threads magazine in a few months - can't show you all of this till after that.
Thursday, October 04, 2007
Oriental quilt
There are way too many gorgeous Asian-influence fabrics around. So what's a quilter to do but play with some?
This will be published in APQ (Australian Patchwork & Quilting magazine) in a few months, so I can't show you a proper pic till that's happened.
This will be published in APQ (Australian Patchwork & Quilting magazine) in a few months, so I can't show you a proper pic till that's happened.
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Challenge quilt
For all its manifold pleasures, the mosaic maker does square up each image. So since this quilt is rectangular, here's another image of it, finished, and in its native rectangular state.
There is either text or an initial on each block, and vintage green buttons sewed onto every intersection.
I know it's busy, but I like it that way - it's honest in relation to the original vintage blocks.
There is either text or an initial on each block, and vintage green buttons sewed onto every intersection.
I know it's busy, but I like it that way - it's honest in relation to the original vintage blocks.
Guild Challenge mosaic
The Quilters' Guild of NSW annual Challenge was this year taking the theme, "Looking Forward, Looking Back". This is a step by step of the quilt I made for this challenge. It is constructed from both old and new fabric, the old taken from vintage blocks (omigosh! she cut up vintage blocks!) (nothing to worry about, they weren't going anywhere as semi-orphans until I came along).
My quilt is a family tree of a kind, with initials of people and in embroidery (redwork) the enduring qualities of our family, such as laughter and affection. The second-last picture is the completed quilt.
It was fun to play within parameters set by others and see what arose from it.
The challenge quilts go on tour for two years throughout Australia, so it was nice to document this before it travels off.
I called it, The More Things Change: Family Tree
It is an original design.
My quilt is a family tree of a kind, with initials of people and in embroidery (redwork) the enduring qualities of our family, such as laughter and affection. The second-last picture is the completed quilt.
It was fun to play within parameters set by others and see what arose from it.
The challenge quilts go on tour for two years throughout Australia, so it was nice to document this before it travels off.
I called it, The More Things Change: Family Tree
It is an original design.
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
Lamb
It's not every day you see a pet lamb tethered outside a shop. The owners said it was a very photographed lamb, so I'm just following along.... (wonder if they'll still take it in the car when it's bigger? It's five weeks old now, apparently).
Monday, October 01, 2007
Crocs
You know it's spring when the Crocs come out of hibernation (I know you can wear them with socks, but I don't....). For chuck-on-to-wear-around-the-house shoes, they take some beating.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Dressmaking
It's a while since I've done any dressmaking, but I was browsing the pattern books this morning. There are three patterns which caught my eye... (Right click on a link and open it in a new tab/window if you want to keep this page open).
This skirt, which is reminiscent of Taking Shape fabric origami - View C (the middle one) is my preference .
(Vogue 7880)This kimono jacket which would be cool for summer, and a chance to use a fabulous fabric
And this quirky designer outfit, top and skirt, further fabric origami and embellishment
(Vogue 2971 by Koos Van Den Akker)If you wonder how a particular pattern might be to make up, then Sewing Pattern Review is a site worth knowing about.
You really have to find a pattern you like a LOT, given the price of pattern + fabric + bits soon adds up - it's not worth making basics (as I remember doing as a teenager and in my twenties) because you can buy them more cheaply. But if you have the time and want something individual, it's worth it.
Marcy Tilton, who designs for Vogue, has some great unusual shapes with embellishment/stitching ideas, clothes and bags - here's a page with her designs.
It's also really fun to look at the shapes and styles in Vintage Vogue; there are some good bag patterns among the fashion accessories, too.
Breakfast
It's not everybody's cup of tea (but then, I don't like or drink tea myself, so we all have our quirks). Twenty grams of fibre in there, before you get to the three grams in the banana. Low-fat, high calcium milk (it's amazing how rich standard milk tastes when you're not used to it - and it's not a madly fatty food). This works for me because it's decent, filling fuel to start the day.
If you want to see more nutritional data than you thought you needed (numbers! star ratings! pretty graphs! detailed analysis!) then prance on over to this site:
http://www.nutritiondata.com/facts-C00001-01c20Tm.html
This is the small banana page, but go search and enjoy... I'm a tad boggled by the number of fast food chains in the US, lots more than you see here in Oz. The site will also suggest healthier options and if you register (free - just avoid the magazine sub/mailing list bits by ticking no) then you can create a "pantry" and analyse "recipes" (so for instance I can bung in the three items above and get a total analysis) or even your day's total consumption. The site's from Conde Nast publishers but the content appears pretty reliable.
If you want to see more nutritional data than you thought you needed (numbers! star ratings! pretty graphs! detailed analysis!) then prance on over to this site:
http://www.nutritiondata.com/facts-C00001-01c20Tm.html
This is the small banana page, but go search and enjoy... I'm a tad boggled by the number of fast food chains in the US, lots more than you see here in Oz. The site will also suggest healthier options and if you register (free - just avoid the magazine sub/mailing list bits by ticking no) then you can create a "pantry" and analyse "recipes" (so for instance I can bung in the three items above and get a total analysis) or even your day's total consumption. The site's from Conde Nast publishers but the content appears pretty reliable.
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Perfumed rose
I wish you could smell the scent of this rose. I was given it earlier in the week, from yet another gardener. It's nearly blown now, but every time I've been anywhere near it this week, its perfume is a gift given all over again. That perfect, rich, deep rose perfume you rarely if ever find in a florist's rose. The colour has deepened from red to burgundy, and those subtle shadings are just as beautiful.
Friday, September 28, 2007
The story of the six Ken boys...
Once upon a time a friend of mine taught a senior high school Economics class. There were just six boys in the class - active, argumentative kids with an imaginative, very experienced teacher. They had fun.
One day, they went on an excursion. The six boys, being young, decided to amuse themselves in their choice of civvies (clothes) for the occasion (well, five of them did. The sixth, politically to the right of Genghis Khan, wore a shirt and trousers as he normally did, but was amused by the choices of the others).
They had thought this would discombobulate their teacher - it's not every class group, for example, with one boy wearing a long coat and, under it, a sign saying BOO! only visible when he suddenly opens his coat in front of people.
They had forgotten she had long experience of her own sons, and was capable of saying things at the Economics seminar like, "These are my sons, and they're not allowed to talk to girls," and of actions such as requiring them to sit with her in the very front row, in the sight of all... Besides, as she said, if anyone asked she'd say they were from an outback high school, far away from the truth.
Nevertheless, they all had an excellent day, one way and another.
During the two years of this class, the teacher rediscovered her childhood Barbie doll, and it set off a significant chain of events. In researching it on the internet, she discovered its rarity and value, and this piqued her interest in vintage Barbies and the vintage Barbie oeuvre. The social history intrigued her, and the quirky byways (Ken's best friend ??'s African American friend Alan, for instance). Not especially computer literate, her new collecting passion fuelled her interest, and she learned how to find and bid on (and win) vintage Barbies and Kens on eBay. She even bought a sniping program for last minute bids. She learned how to find and order books from Amazon - books on the world of vintage Barbies.
Her command of Barbie trivia is immensely impressive. She knows, for instance, when Barbie shifted from always being the nurse (to Dr Ken) to being a doctor herself. She can tell you that the first Ken had flocked hair (she owns one, now). And so it goes. She gets immense fun from this byway of social history and the ways in which it illuminates our society.
Her collection did, however, meet with some opposition at home (remember the sons?). She sometimes came home to find Barbies scattered on the table top, with Ken, gun in hand, standing over them... or Kens lying on the ground, looking up Barbies' skirts...or Barbie and Ken getting to know each other rather too well for family viewing.... She survived this, as she had survived the sons (who were otherwise turning out rather well) with aplomb.
Her collection - quirky rather than valuable - grew.
During their final year at high school, a helpful year adviser who knew of the teacher's collection, and of the excursion to the Economics seminar, suggested to the boys that, with the help of eBay and some sewing, a very fine present could be constructed for their teacher - viz, six Ken dolls dressed as they had been on that memorable day.
They hadn't thought of this (hardly surprising). They were rather unsure about something as girly as dolls, let alone the sewing.
The helpful year adviser showed them how inexpensive Kens (particularly ones without clothes and out of boxes) could be on eBay, and how many faces/heads there were, so they could find ones somewhat similar to themselves...She even bid on a promising lot of four Kens (on which the boys forgot to bid) and bought it to help them on their way....
To their credit, they pursued the idea - even though the very possession of Ken dolls, in the context of the school playground, held such potential for embarrassment that they were rarely brought to school, and only then in very very plain brown wrappers.
Weeks passed. A pattern was located, and a helpful mother, and again to their credit, two of the boys in particular solved the technical and logistical problems, did most of the sewing themselves (engaging with the entirely new world of dressmaking patterns) and today was the very last day of Economics for them, ever. The very last class.
They had a couple of other presents for their teacher - a bunch of flowers, some special certificates. Finally, they presented the well-wrapped box. Ripping through the tissue paper, my friend found the six parcels. At first, she was delighted with more vintage Kens to add to her collection (72, she tallied, 73...), but then the penny dropped.
Not just any vintage Kens. Outfits never seen before (canary-suited Ken? Ken in a Borat unitard, with a BOO! sign around his neck and a long coat? - although I should point out that the unitard wasn't what that student had worn on the day, but artistic licence because it was going to be funny...) and one Ken with a non-Ken head (Action Man donated a head more closely resembling the student in question).
She was overwhelmed. Amused. Delighted. Amazed. The boys were so pleased that their present was such a hit. They each signed their doppelganger (on the back of the doll) and willingly posed for photos (not going to blog those, sorry!).
But here, for your delectation, six Ken dolls you've never seen before and will never see again, and a fabulous, hilarious, apt, unique present for a much-appreciated teacher.
Postscript: one of the boys, for his Year 12 formal, needed a pink hanky for his jacket pocket, to match his pink tie. Couldn't find one in a department store....so with the confidence of his new sewing skills, he bought some fabric and made one himself. FANtastic!
One day, they went on an excursion. The six boys, being young, decided to amuse themselves in their choice of civvies (clothes) for the occasion (well, five of them did. The sixth, politically to the right of Genghis Khan, wore a shirt and trousers as he normally did, but was amused by the choices of the others).
They had thought this would discombobulate their teacher - it's not every class group, for example, with one boy wearing a long coat and, under it, a sign saying BOO! only visible when he suddenly opens his coat in front of people.
They had forgotten she had long experience of her own sons, and was capable of saying things at the Economics seminar like, "These are my sons, and they're not allowed to talk to girls," and of actions such as requiring them to sit with her in the very front row, in the sight of all... Besides, as she said, if anyone asked she'd say they were from an outback high school, far away from the truth.
Nevertheless, they all had an excellent day, one way and another.
During the two years of this class, the teacher rediscovered her childhood Barbie doll, and it set off a significant chain of events. In researching it on the internet, she discovered its rarity and value, and this piqued her interest in vintage Barbies and the vintage Barbie oeuvre. The social history intrigued her, and the quirky byways (Ken's best friend ??'s African American friend Alan, for instance). Not especially computer literate, her new collecting passion fuelled her interest, and she learned how to find and bid on (and win) vintage Barbies and Kens on eBay. She even bought a sniping program for last minute bids. She learned how to find and order books from Amazon - books on the world of vintage Barbies.
Her command of Barbie trivia is immensely impressive. She knows, for instance, when Barbie shifted from always being the nurse (to Dr Ken) to being a doctor herself. She can tell you that the first Ken had flocked hair (she owns one, now). And so it goes. She gets immense fun from this byway of social history and the ways in which it illuminates our society.
Her collection did, however, meet with some opposition at home (remember the sons?). She sometimes came home to find Barbies scattered on the table top, with Ken, gun in hand, standing over them... or Kens lying on the ground, looking up Barbies' skirts...or Barbie and Ken getting to know each other rather too well for family viewing.... She survived this, as she had survived the sons (who were otherwise turning out rather well) with aplomb.
Her collection - quirky rather than valuable - grew.
During their final year at high school, a helpful year adviser who knew of the teacher's collection, and of the excursion to the Economics seminar, suggested to the boys that, with the help of eBay and some sewing, a very fine present could be constructed for their teacher - viz, six Ken dolls dressed as they had been on that memorable day.
They hadn't thought of this (hardly surprising). They were rather unsure about something as girly as dolls, let alone the sewing.
The helpful year adviser showed them how inexpensive Kens (particularly ones without clothes and out of boxes) could be on eBay, and how many faces/heads there were, so they could find ones somewhat similar to themselves...She even bid on a promising lot of four Kens (on which the boys forgot to bid) and bought it to help them on their way....
To their credit, they pursued the idea - even though the very possession of Ken dolls, in the context of the school playground, held such potential for embarrassment that they were rarely brought to school, and only then in very very plain brown wrappers.
Weeks passed. A pattern was located, and a helpful mother, and again to their credit, two of the boys in particular solved the technical and logistical problems, did most of the sewing themselves (engaging with the entirely new world of dressmaking patterns) and today was the very last day of Economics for them, ever. The very last class.
They had a couple of other presents for their teacher - a bunch of flowers, some special certificates. Finally, they presented the well-wrapped box. Ripping through the tissue paper, my friend found the six parcels. At first, she was delighted with more vintage Kens to add to her collection (72, she tallied, 73...), but then the penny dropped.
Not just any vintage Kens. Outfits never seen before (canary-suited Ken? Ken in a Borat unitard, with a BOO! sign around his neck and a long coat? - although I should point out that the unitard wasn't what that student had worn on the day, but artistic licence because it was going to be funny...) and one Ken with a non-Ken head (Action Man donated a head more closely resembling the student in question).
She was overwhelmed. Amused. Delighted. Amazed. The boys were so pleased that their present was such a hit. They each signed their doppelganger (on the back of the doll) and willingly posed for photos (not going to blog those, sorry!).
But here, for your delectation, six Ken dolls you've never seen before and will never see again, and a fabulous, hilarious, apt, unique present for a much-appreciated teacher.
Postscript: one of the boys, for his Year 12 formal, needed a pink hanky for his jacket pocket, to match his pink tie. Couldn't find one in a department store....so with the confidence of his new sewing skills, he bought some fabric and made one himself. FANtastic!
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Summery
Today's clothes felt very summery - the skirt's got a wonderfully bold print in gorgeous colours (I wore it with a red top) and the red winklepickers hadn't had an outing in a while.
Where's rooruu?
It's the last week of their school lives for my kids in Year 12 - the formal last night, the graduation assembly tomorrow...so things are a tad busy around casa rooruu. Regular transmission will resume shortly..............
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Updo
The hairdresser did a lovely not-mutton, not-lamb, unstructured/loose 'updo' for the big event tonight.
Monday, September 24, 2007
Ranunculus
The gift of a generous and talented gardening friend - her ranunculus are rampantly beautiful right now, and her roses crammed with buds about to burst forth.
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Blossom
I don't tire of photographing it, because it's here for such a short time - and when the weather gets windy, even less time. While some trees are absolutely covered, I rather like the ones like this too, with bare branches and then balls of blossomflower like hope made visible.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
I went to Ikea...
...because their new catalogue is out and a browse was in order.
I decided I liked this set of velveteen curtains called Unni Rand. Not quite sure for where... but somewhere.
And this quirky stainless steel topped table/desk called Vikka Hyten/Vikka Fintorp
And this rug (although there's a folky arty one they had about three years ago that I still regret not buying). It's called Unni Cirkel.
I decided I liked this set of velveteen curtains called Unni Rand. Not quite sure for where... but somewhere.
And this quirky stainless steel topped table/desk called Vikka Hyten/Vikka Fintorp
And this rug (although there's a folky arty one they had about three years ago that I still regret not buying). It's called Unni Cirkel.
And these curtains - which I bought for the living room. They're called Hedda, and I also got plain white net curtains (Wilma) to go under them. 
They're replacing something rather more cottagey, and are sending me on a house-reorganising frizzle, moving pictures/quilts around on the walls and thinking how things might be edited/refreshed. They're a bit of a departure, but they're wonderfully happy and cheerful, and it's good to revamp the house (especially with school holidays a week away - time to play!). What do you think?
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Gerberas
There are a lot of flowers floating around work at present - these ones were a wonderfully bright bunch.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Unexpected daisy
Even the detritus of daily life, scattered on the pavement, is reflecting the retro fashion for 60s/70s daisies....
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Pink azalea
Just pretty.
It was windy this morning, and the blossom trees were surrounded by swirls of blown petals, some of spring being swept away.
Maybe one of the reasons I love the seasonal changes is their longevity - I remember wearing white azaleas in my hair in my teenage years. Today was nearly the last meeting of a 6 1/2 year project I've been involved with at work - my contribution is almost over. Things like that come, and stay, and change, and leave, but every spring the azaleas will burst out with cheerful beauty. asking nothing of you but to look and enjoy while their time is here, and to know that next year they'll return.
It was windy this morning, and the blossom trees were surrounded by swirls of blown petals, some of spring being swept away.
Maybe one of the reasons I love the seasonal changes is their longevity - I remember wearing white azaleas in my hair in my teenage years. Today was nearly the last meeting of a 6 1/2 year project I've been involved with at work - my contribution is almost over. Things like that come, and stay, and change, and leave, but every spring the azaleas will burst out with cheerful beauty. asking nothing of you but to look and enjoy while their time is here, and to know that next year they'll return.
Mutton/lamb PS
Thanks for the comments (I knew I couldn't be alone...). Leah mentioned Taking Shape - yup, that's where I found the solution on this occasion (if you join their free membership scheme and shop when they have a new season fashion parade, you save 20%...). This is another view (the other one has closer colour to the actual, and no, I'm not going with the 'apron'...).
Monday, September 17, 2007
May
Wonderful white waterfalls, another sign of spring. There was one of these in my childhood's garden. They're not especially interesting for much of the year, but they make up for it, in spades, in spring.
Mutton/lamb
Challenge: event I have to attend. Posh event. Well, posh-ish. My wardrobe is notably devoid of posh, given that it's not the kinda thing I attend much. Need to get something new - this is a special event.
See, I'm way too old to be lamb - and the event will be full of gorgeously dressed lamb - so I'm not going there in the fashion stakes. I refuse to consider being mutton dressed as lamb. It never works well...
but...
I'm way too young to be mutton (not just in my dreams).
Went looking for garb, and the choice was pretty much mutton or lamb. Not a lot in between. Don't fashion designers realise that there's a market for sheep in transition? Maybe with the odd delusion, but hey, that's OK. There'll be plenty enough of my life when mutton's the only respectable option....but I don't want to dress like a mother-of-the-bride, for instance.
Does anyone else know what I mean? You're thirtysomething or fortysomething and know that you're neither mutton nor lamb, but would like some nice clothing choices for those occasional, inescapable, posh occasions. And other ones, for that matter.
See, I'm way too old to be lamb - and the event will be full of gorgeously dressed lamb - so I'm not going there in the fashion stakes. I refuse to consider being mutton dressed as lamb. It never works well...
but...
I'm way too young to be mutton (not just in my dreams).
Went looking for garb, and the choice was pretty much mutton or lamb. Not a lot in between. Don't fashion designers realise that there's a market for sheep in transition? Maybe with the odd delusion, but hey, that's OK. There'll be plenty enough of my life when mutton's the only respectable option....but I don't want to dress like a mother-of-the-bride, for instance.
Does anyone else know what I mean? You're thirtysomething or fortysomething and know that you're neither mutton nor lamb, but would like some nice clothing choices for those occasional, inescapable, posh occasions. And other ones, for that matter.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Maple in the rain
Took this during last week's rain - every spring I am reminded of the little purple - blossoms, are they? that are part the maple's spring renewal. In a climate and place where so many trees are evergreen, deciduous trees refresh your view, remind you of change.
As did the birthday party that was on today - all the kids grow so fast, how did this one reach 6? Those ones grow tall enough to tower over me?!
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Crabapple
Ah, my absolutely favourite blossom tree - love the shift from tight dark pink buds to unfurling pale pink to fully open white.
Friday, September 14, 2007
Modern Life (a rant)
Scene: a pleasant cafe/restaurant, early evening, tables occupied by family groups, friends, couples.
At the table next to us, a couple with a child (aged about six or seven?). They came prepared. Wow. They unfolded a small portable DVD player, about the size of a paperback book, and placed this in front of the child. Who paid it some attention, but not a lot. No, they didn't have an earplug for it.
We had to have our meal disturbed by the penetrating noise - the babble and soundtrack music (different to the general buzz of conversation, harder to ignore) of cartoon adventures.
Why not just order take-away, and eat it at home, and plonk your kiddie in front of the teev? Why not (gosh!) teach said kid how to eat out, why not talk with him???
I don't get it, I really don't. This is a public restaurant, not your home cinema - that's one issue (if for some reason it's essential, then don't make it an audio intrusion, use earplugs). But why does this kid need this much entertaining? Can't you leave the DVD at home and make eating out a different experience?
I know there are restaurants with televisions. We didn't choose to eat in one of those.
Ye gods.
At the table next to us, a couple with a child (aged about six or seven?). They came prepared. Wow. They unfolded a small portable DVD player, about the size of a paperback book, and placed this in front of the child. Who paid it some attention, but not a lot. No, they didn't have an earplug for it.
We had to have our meal disturbed by the penetrating noise - the babble and soundtrack music (different to the general buzz of conversation, harder to ignore) of cartoon adventures.
Why not just order take-away, and eat it at home, and plonk your kiddie in front of the teev? Why not (gosh!) teach said kid how to eat out, why not talk with him???
I don't get it, I really don't. This is a public restaurant, not your home cinema - that's one issue (if for some reason it's essential, then don't make it an audio intrusion, use earplugs). But why does this kid need this much entertaining? Can't you leave the DVD at home and make eating out a different experience?
I know there are restaurants with televisions. We didn't choose to eat in one of those.
Ye gods.
White banksia rose
I thought I liked the yellow one best, but this one could make me change my mind... the banksia roses are rioting all over the neighbourhood at the moment.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Pink blossom, blue sky
Couldn't be anything but spring, could it? In the street of my earlier childhood, blossom trees in white and pale and dark pink lined both sides and were glorious in their season.
Blossom like that doesn't last - which is part of the pleasure it gives. When so much is available all the time, anywhere, on demand, it's good that we also have daffodils come and go, and spring blossom, and frangipanis scenting summer, and maple leaves in autumn, and the pleasure of a winter fire. All the seasonal stuff that puts you in the present and lets you focus on now - not regret or anticipation or all the many ways we think about the past and the future, but now. The sun is shining, the morning air is still clean and clear - but nippy, because it's spring. All good things about this moment. What can you see, or hear, or smell, from where you are reading this, that's good for you in this moment? I hope you have things to savour too.
Blossom like that doesn't last - which is part of the pleasure it gives. When so much is available all the time, anywhere, on demand, it's good that we also have daffodils come and go, and spring blossom, and frangipanis scenting summer, and maple leaves in autumn, and the pleasure of a winter fire. All the seasonal stuff that puts you in the present and lets you focus on now - not regret or anticipation or all the many ways we think about the past and the future, but now. The sun is shining, the morning air is still clean and clear - but nippy, because it's spring. All good things about this moment. What can you see, or hear, or smell, from where you are reading this, that's good for you in this moment? I hope you have things to savour too.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Banksia rose
As the mornings get lighter and the days warmer (although it's still cooling down at night) the signs of spring are there in the neighbourhood. Fresh growth on the tips of pine trees, magnolias in bloom, blossom trees carpeting the ground with fallen petals and the jacaranda foliage yellowing and preparing to fall ahead of their purple glory in October/November. And banksia roses rioting over fences with generous heads of flowers.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Magnetic decor
This is my (I'm glad it's red) filing cabinet at work, decorated with a Christmas present from colleagues last year. Ah, Little Britain. Fun.
Various people helpfully rearrange them (and dress Daffyd).
Various people helpfully rearrange them (and dress Daffyd).
Monday, September 10, 2007
Old homestead
When it was built, this house by the river would have been well in the country. Now, a busy road goes by metres from it on the far side. On this side, the land runs down a grassy slope to the river and the path along the riverbank (thus, I suspect, the barbed wire fence to deter unwanted visitors on their land). It's a wonderful old house, though, and still has extensive grounds.
Saturday, September 08, 2007
APEC 'funny shirts' photo
Ah, I was mostly right. The APEC leaders got a Driza-bone (coat) and an Akubra (hat). See the pic and read all about the contents of their goody bags here. (Who was it this week who said APEC stands for All Possible Expenses Covered?)
Computer history (or was it one-upmanship?)
Talking with a computer fellow at work yesterday, the conversation evolved (?devolved) into something resembling the song from Annie Get Your Gun, called "Anything you can do...". The fellow was enquiring into my computer credentials (possibly thinking a bit scathingly that I was some sort of johnny-come-lately ignoramus). Nope, I said. My first email address was at Rocketmail, I said (it's long since been swallowed by Yahoo). A little respect crept into his face.
I handbuilt a web site for my employer at the time, I said - when Sausage Software wasn't around, and hand-coding was pretty much the only option. Hmmm. He tried to catch me out by enquiring after my ICQ number, but I knew what he was talking about, and had had one (not that I'd used it much, but I had one!).
Netscape, he said. Yup. Used Netscape. Before Netscape and the www, he asked, hopefully... Yup. Messed around in a Mac world and other stuff. Early to mid-1990s, was when the internet started making an impact/becoming possible/available, although I'd had a computer for ten years by the mid 90s.
Ah, so much has changed. If you want to go play in the past, take a look at the Internet Archive, and check some pages you remember from years ago in the Wayback Machine there.
Anything you can do... I mighta played with sometime way back when then too. (He decided I did have some cred after all, and granted me grudging respect. Ha!).
When did you first start playing with the internet (or its forerunners)? How far back is your first email address?
I handbuilt a web site for my employer at the time, I said - when Sausage Software wasn't around, and hand-coding was pretty much the only option. Hmmm. He tried to catch me out by enquiring after my ICQ number, but I knew what he was talking about, and had had one (not that I'd used it much, but I had one!).
Netscape, he said. Yup. Used Netscape. Before Netscape and the www, he asked, hopefully... Yup. Messed around in a Mac world and other stuff. Early to mid-1990s, was when the internet started making an impact/becoming possible/available, although I'd had a computer for ten years by the mid 90s.
Ah, so much has changed. If you want to go play in the past, take a look at the Internet Archive, and check some pages you remember from years ago in the Wayback Machine there.
Anything you can do... I mighta played with sometime way back when then too. (He decided I did have some cred after all, and granted me grudging respect. Ha!).
When did you first start playing with the internet (or its forerunners)? How far back is your first email address?
Grevillea "Moonlight"
These are busting out all over, not just the one in the garden here. Like the pink ones, they catch raindrops and sparkle with the reflected light. Sydney's long dry spell doesn't seem to have affected these, but the "Marmalade" grevillea planted next to this one has "gone to God" and will need to be cut up and dug up. When the weather's a bit drier (ironically). Just acquired some telescopic pruning clippers with mean-looking jaws, so there are a couple of things in the garden that oughta watch out.....
Friday, September 07, 2007
Lemons in the rain
It rained again overnight, but was sunny at times today. More rain during the day and tomorrow, and then fine weather again, they say. So sometime soon the lemons will be ripe for picking.
A lot of people had the day off today, a public holiday due to APEC, but not where I work. The roads were rather empty this morning and will likely be the same going home.
My biggest APEC question: what 'national attire' will be this year's APEC 'class photo' garb? (Otherwise known as the 'funny shirts' photo). See, it's the big questions of life that occupy me....
Akubras and Drizabones is my guess, with elastic sided boots, moleskins and check shirts. (No horses in sight, the equine flu's done for four legged horsy props).
A lot of people had the day off today, a public holiday due to APEC, but not where I work. The roads were rather empty this morning and will likely be the same going home.
My biggest APEC question: what 'national attire' will be this year's APEC 'class photo' garb? (Otherwise known as the 'funny shirts' photo). See, it's the big questions of life that occupy me....
Akubras and Drizabones is my guess, with elastic sided boots, moleskins and check shirts. (No horses in sight, the equine flu's done for four legged horsy props).
Thursday, September 06, 2007
Take a look...
If you want to see why I'm praising Lynelle's revamp of Australian Country Craft and Decorating, take a look here - you can browse the whole magazine online (if you look at nothing else, flip over to page 10 and the Vaucluse House article, and the article about its curator which follows and which has more beautiful photos - major eyecandy).
(PS. This is not a paid plug and I don't have any projects in this issue - but why not congratulate people on a job well done? So I am.).
(PS. This is not a paid plug and I don't have any projects in this issue - but why not congratulate people on a job well done? So I am.).
Very pink
A devious what-is-it? photo of my latest Recycled Threads project. I didn't do this bit of patchwork, but it's become something different from what it was to begin with - and remains cheerfully pink, a happy summer project.
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Pink grevillea
It's been raining this week, off and on. The intricacies of the grevillea blooms catch and hold the water, making them even more beautiful.
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
Backfilling
Trying to catch up a bit, so I'm gradually backfilling to preserve (the illusion of?) a photo a day. So if you scroll back a bit you might find some stuff you haven't seen before....
Spring Belle
The lovely Caity mentioned this quilt a couple of days ago - it's had a happy reception, which is just lovely (C's making one already! - not Caity, another C). I like that it's easy to make. And that it's working well as a quilt (it's on the bed right now). And it's happy and purty and awash with colour.
(Design by Ruth Buchanan, Australian Patchwork and Quilting vol. 16 no. 12).
(Design by Ruth Buchanan, Australian Patchwork and Quilting vol. 16 no. 12).
Monday, September 03, 2007
Baby quilt
This one's from found materials, a wonderfully crazy animal print for the back and calm colours for the front. Can't show you more till it's published....(Australian Country Threads, in a few months).
Sunday, September 02, 2007
New! Beautiful!
My friend Lynelle has put heart and soul into a revamp of Australian Country Craft and Decorating magazine, and this 'relaunch' issue - out later this week - is not to be missed. I don't just say that because she's my friend, either. The photography is outstanding - wonderful details of Vaucluse House, for instance, carpets and wallpapers and kitchen vignettes.
There's a peek at the issue here with a YouTube video and a flick-the-pages opportunity.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Artful paper dolls
It wasn't what I'd thought to buy or planned to buy or expected to buy at the Canberra Quilt Show a few weeks ago - it's not something I've played with much, despite the siren call of ClothPaperScissors and other paper collage books.
But there was something about this, the combination of quirky elements and different games to play. A different exercise of imagination, maybe using details from photos as done on the cover. Hmmmm.
Monday, August 27, 2007
Winter trees, blue sky
Blue sky and a warm day today - a strong suggestion of spring, although the weather bureau says winter hasn't entirely gone.
Maybe it's because so many trees here are evergreen (eucalypts, especially), that makes me enjoy the skeletons of the deciduous ones.
Would you look at that wonderful blue sky, though?
(I'm OK with spring, it's summer's humidity that I don't enjoy. Spring and autumn are the perfect seasons).
Maybe it's because so many trees here are evergreen (eucalypts, especially), that makes me enjoy the skeletons of the deciduous ones.
Would you look at that wonderful blue sky, though?
(I'm OK with spring, it's summer's humidity that I don't enjoy. Spring and autumn are the perfect seasons).
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Strawberries
Strawberries and sweet plain yoghurt. Yum. Right now the strawberries smell wonderful - they're not boardy white red things, but enticingly aromatic and seasonal. I love it when your nose finds them at the greengrocer's before your eyes do.
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Op shop shirt
This is a thrifting/op-shop find - isn't it great mad quirky fabric? Should go well with Denyse Schmidt/American Jane type fabrics - it's fun to blend thrifted with new.
There's a bunch of catching up to do on this blog to return to the status quo of a photo a day, but it's not all going to happen today (too much else on my plate, including the washing on the line, it's a beautiful sunny day and not to be wasted!). But at least this is a start. Thanks for your patience with my silence, and particularly to those who sent kind messages. Very much appreciated.
Friday, August 24, 2007
Daffodil Day 2007
Daffodil Day is a Cancer Council fundraiser. These are for V and P and P, who didn't make it, and J and G and T and L, who are still here.
Love that cheerful combination of the sunny yellow and the perfumed white.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Vines
Sometimes, this is what the road ahead looks like. And all you can do is attempt to find a way through. Or round. Or stay where you are for a while and consolidate until inspiration or wisdom or insight strikes.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Saturday, August 11, 2007
New old house
I've been watching this house being built, it's on a road I traverse regularly. With red brick either side, it certainly stands out. The facade is a Statement (not sure about the curlywurlyness of the balcony iron lace, that's just been added) but behind, it's a pure box. The front door was open this morning, and shore 'nuff, it had a "Gone with the Wind" staircase (I knew it would, I just knew it!).
Friday, August 10, 2007
More bread
Can't remember what this one was. But who cares? Looks good and eats well and that's what matters!
Thursday, August 09, 2007
Bridge reflections
The slant of the sunlight on a winter morning flickered from the river to the underside of the motorway bridge. Somehow the functional grey architecture became beautiful.
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
olive bread
I love this sort of artisan bread. This one was olive (or olive and something). Crusty, rustic, real. And that's before you taste it!
Took this at a Canberra market. It wasn't the only one they had, I'll blog photos of a couple of the others (because I can't help myself, I love fresh bread like this!)
Took this at a Canberra market. It wasn't the only one they had, I'll blog photos of a couple of the others (because I can't help myself, I love fresh bread like this!)
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