A pair of gallivanters are we

We have been out and about this week, it's a change to be home this afternoon.

Last Wednesday night we attended a performance of "Mary Poppins" by our local musical society, and what a wonderful show it was!  Amazing cast, the costumes and scenery were very well done, and the musicians were excellent.  No one connected with the show was paid......it's a completely amateur society......but there was nothing amateurish about it.  The musical society put on its first performance in 1888 and has been going strong ever since, with interruptions for two world wars and the coming of television when people preferred to stay in rather than go out to a show until the novelty of TV wore off, but it has always bounced back better than ever.  Way way back, a very long time ago last century when I was but a mere teenager, I was in the chorus of "Annie Get Your Gun" and it was great fun too.  I was also going to be in the chorus of "Kiss Me, Kate" but sadly couldn't make it, although I did attend rehearsals for a while and can still sing the songs.

Monday afternoon we took ourselves off to the movies to see "Florence Foster Jenkins" - my heavens, talk about going from the sublime to the gor blimey in just a few days.  Mrs Jenkins loved to sing, but unfortunately she was no singer.  She is quoted as saying "People said I couldn't sing......but no one could say I didn't sing"!    Her dream was to sing and perform, and she was wealthy enough to make her dream happen.

Friday saw us taking a trip to a town an hour north to visit their excellent museum, and last night the museum director was guest speaker at our historical society.  He certainly gave our members food for thought.

Of course there was Thursday night choir, and Tuesday night ukulele, and yesterday sewing guild......just as well we're retired so we can fit in all this socialising, isn't it?

On Thursday night after choir I was driving home up our street which winds along the side of a hill, came round a sweeping right-hand bend, and there in the middle of the road was a kangaroo looking at me.  Aussies know that hitting a roo is to be avoided at all costs (your car will come off second best, you may be injured and it doesn't do the roo much good either) so I stopped.  It turned and hopped slowly up the street, I followed very steadily.......it hopped onto the grass verge at the side, I stayed on the road, I'm not silly you know......it turned onto the driveway of the house two doors up from us and watched me drive past.  That's as close as I wish to get to one of our national symbols, folks......even though they make very good eating.

This is the view from my sewing room.  We often see kangaroos grazing and hopping around up there on the hill.  There's also the wash line and garden shed, but hey......they have to go somewhere.

 Little did we realise, when we lived in the Big Smoke, that we would see wildlife outside our windows!

My bag is done.  I love the fabrics, the kit was bought last October at the Creativ Festival in Toronto from Flare Fabrics.

 The front has a zipper pocket, and behind the brown band is another deep pocket.

 The back also has pockets, one big one stitched down the middle to make two smaller ones.  Inside didn't photograph well, but it also has two smaller pockets; the top is closed with a zipper so nothing can fall out.  I wear a lot of blue and green, and blue/green (and green/blue too, would you believe?) so this will be very handy.

Another purchase at the Creativ Festival was yarn by Fleece Artists, deep rich orange for autumn.

It's sock yarn but is much too pretty to hide away inside shoes, so was made up using the Noro Bias Lace Scarf pattern on Ravelry.  I can recommend it as a quick, easy - but very effective - knit.  When winter eventually arrives here (it's being a bit tardy this year, but at least temperatures have finally cooled down from summer) a warm scarf will be handy.

"A hunting sport, which is essentially Australian, is called "Kangarooing", and is often indulged in by both ladies and gentlemen.  In the country districts of the colonies, wherever kangaroo are to be found, they afford most excellent sport to the lovers of the chase."

The good folk of 1885 were a hardy lot, weren't they?  Chasing a roo on horseback couldn't possibly compare to following it in an air-conditioned car with heated seats.

Enjoy your days!