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Showing posts from December, 2009

Post Christmas

A short new year visit up Sydney way to visit Uncle Gareth and Aunty Karen was cancelled due to illness in our household. And not just me - the kids too. I tried to cheer things up a bit by stitching some easy projects from the Felties book I recieved as a Christmas present from Aunty Lynette. The book suggests each project only takes two hours but I don't think that takes into account flus and chest colds. As a result I had to disappoint Archie when the Chihauhau wasn't done before he went to bed. Not to worry - it was ready for when he woke up. As for all the other projects sitting by my sewing machine I thought this might be their time of year, sadly not. Only one bag to go in the Getting To know My Sewing Machine mission and then I'm free. So many other things I'm desperate to try out...

Free Style Magazine

As you all know I have a serious magazine addiction. If not for my awesome powers of self control (I know, I'm a legend) my family would be financially adrift, undernourished and threadbare (albiet in a sea of fabulous publications, not wanting at all for lush visual inspiration and on trend creative direction). I feel like we all came perilously close to such a nightmare/dream scenario earlier this week when in Borders I discovered the first edition of Free Style Magazine. After all what is there to expect when you cross that line for the first time and decide it's alright to spend $37 on a magazine?
Imagine though: A magazine shaped like a circle, the cover styled in retro fifties fashions with custom collage esque machine stitching and all inside a flouro designer frisbee. Be still my heart. I had to have it.

Xmas Greetings

Archie and I found a goldmine of dead sticks in the backyard that are perfect for christmas crafts: witness antlers for the polymer reindeer he made and a trendy Christmas tree for the doll house! MERRY CHRISTMAS!

New Moon

Before going to see New Moon on Thursday night I read this very funny reviewby a grown up male who gave it no stars out of five:
"TWILIGHT: NEW Moon" is not a good movie, but who cares? Stephenie Meyer's saga has hacked into the reptilian cortex of the female brain the way "Grand Theft Auto" taps into the male. The revieiwer, Gary Thompson, trashed almost everything about New Moon - from the soundtrack (anepidural for the soul) to Kristen Stewart's acting (Bella looks more like someone with mono who is occasionally Tasered) - and having seen it I have to say I agree. Except on one point - I give it five out of five stars because I enjoyed myself so much. As I said to my friend on the way out - both of us high on who knows what? - "Who knew it was a Teen Vampire Romance missing from our lives all this time?"

Solomon's Coat Rack: A Moral Dilemma

About a year ago my dad scavenged a wonderful old vintage hat/coat rack. It was such a find: 6 hooks and an aged timber painted in a soft chalky green. I fell in love. Unfortunately my dad was rather attatched to it and I did not feel I could ask him to hand it over even though I knew how wonderful it would look in my house. Every time I was at my parents home however I would look at it longingly and ask my father if he had decided where he was going to put it yet. A year of longing mournful looks at the hat rack later my dad finally gave in and offered it to me. No, I said nobly, I know how much it means to you so I can not take it away from you. Then my dad offered to cut it in half so we could have 3 hooks each. I had to think for a moment. Was this a test in the style of Solomon - the story in the bible where two women are fighting over a baby claiming it is theirs and King Solomon solves the problem by suggesting they cut the baby in half and then the woman who says no dont do t…


I'm sick as usual and sick of being sick all the time.
A couple of nights ago I sat down in front of the TV to see what was holding my partners attention. An SBS doco on a group of disabled young men who had formed a rock band and were touring. It was hard for them because (from what I could tell in the short amount of attention I gave it) they had Aspergers. I'm sure there is heaps hard to be had when you've got Aspergers. But all I felt for them was irritation. And this: I'm sicker than them and what I do every day running a household and family is far harder and far more significant and I'm so tired of chronic illness and all the pressure it puts on my life and those around me and no ones ever gonna make a documentary about that are they? are they? (Note to my documetary film maker friend Magella: please don't get any ideas about putting me in a documentary. You know I get self conscious on camera and inadvertantly pull out a fake voice that makes me sound…


How perfect is this photo? For me it just hits the spot. I found it on Flikr by LvRoid and it's called Legs.