Workshop results

The weekend workshop has come and gone.  Four large centre blocks of a quilt were started, and while they are a long way from being finished they have been put aside in favour of sewing which needs to be completed before we head off overseas.

The square in the middle will become a circle, and the whole large piece will be appliqued onto the background fabric.  My colour choices turned out rather dull when made up but hopefully the bright pink/purple centre and background save it, because I am not making it again.

 My favourite next, this one uses some of my Holy Fabric stash - we all have some, the fabric that is so beautiful and precious to own that you can't bring yourself to cut into it; the centre circle will be the multi-coloured spot and the whole circle will be appliqued onto the blue speckled background.

These two pieced circles can be appliqued onto the background using wide ric-rac braid, but mine will have bias strips instead.  

Another three of these shapes below to be made and joined together, then a nine-patch is appliqued over the centre, mine will be yellow, blue and lime green..

 Not much done yet on the fourth block.  The centre pieced circle has another smaller circle appliqued on top, while the odd-shaped piece on the left will be trimmed into a triangle and another three made.  These are actually pieced - not appliqued - into the background, in this case a yellow daisy print.  The beautifully matching points in the centre of my green and purple pieced circle were noted and complimented by the teacher......as they should be, this year it's 50 years since I sewed my first ever item of clothing so I've had a lot of practice in matching seams.

Would I take another workshop with this teacher?  Doubtful......she's not a bad teacher but her method wastes a lot of fabric, and every time I cut off yet another piece and dropped it into the bin I thought to myself "geez......I paid money for that!"

This morning we had insulation installed in the roof of our house.  It's colder than it should be in winter considering we don't live in the deepest Arctic depths, so recently we had it checked and found out there is no insulation at all up there.  Three blokes, one truck and a couple of hours later we have insulation!  Just in time for the rain forecast early next week and the cooler weather which will follow.  Australia's climate is fairly mild compared to other parts of the world but our houses are not built for the cold, which is a bit silly when one thinks of it.  People from colder countries overseas complain about how cold Australian winters are; they aren't really, they just seem like it because of how our houses are made.

From other things we have noted (and in some cases corrected) our house was probably a budget build.  Short cuts seem to have been taken which probably saved money at the time of building, but one ends up paying more for them further down the track.  The walk-in wardrobe (closet) in our bedroom is icy-cold in winter and unbearably hot in summer, the door is kept shut and it's not affected by temperatures in other parts of the house - hopefully that will change now.  It's not a basic house, so we don't know why the build wasn't a better quality.

Recently I joined the local historical society, so no doubt my social life will improve even more!  Last night I attended their monthly meeting and found out that I knew many members already; as a new member I was welcomed, the guest speaker was very interesting, and supper served after the meeting was scrumptious indeed.  I was born in this town (although I did live in the Big Smoke for 40 years before moving back five years ago), my mother was born and spent all her life here, her father was born in the district and lived here all his life, while his parents moved to the area in the 1870s......so my roots are well and truly here.

"Society is divided into sets, according to their breeding.  One set may be said to have no breeding at all, another to have a little, another more, and another enough; and between the first and last of these there are more shades than in the rainbow.  Good manners are the same in essence everywhere - at courts, in fashionable society, in literary circles, in domestic life - they never change, but social observances, customs and points of etiquette, vary with the age and with the people."

Wonder which set I belong to?

Enjoy your days!

The measure of a wombat

The newest wombat in the house thanks all those who commented on its beauty, and was flattered that some asked for another view.

It's not as menacing as it looks here, and is the right size for nestling in a hand.

It checked out my sewing room today while I am having a break from cutting fabrics for this weekend's workshop.  According to my massage therapist this morning I have overdone the cutting and strained some muscles on my right side, arm and shoulder, so no cutting today......it might be finished tomorrow.  My cutting table is a good height for cutting with scissors but a bit high for rotary cutting because of the different action required, and my being short compounds that even more.

Ah well......it probably doesn't matter if not all the fabrics are cut, because I suspect we will not get four large foundation-pieced blocks finished in two days anyway.

To tell the truth I am not feeling very enthusiastic about this weekend.  The teacher has been hard to pin down if we have any questions, the only contact on her website is an email address - no phone number - and she doesn't answer emails.  One member of our group has previously attended workshops with her and says she is a very good teacher......she might be absolutely fantastic, but she doesn't seem to be a good business person.

End of moan, thank you for listening.  Returning you to your regular station now.

Last night the last stitches were knitted on the second sleeve of my alpaca jumper, and now it is being sewn together ready for the neckband to be knitted on.  Hope it fits; it may be a bit big, but that makes it all the warmer because I can wear another layer underneath if I need to.

Only 47 days until our holiday starts!  Our first day will be en route to the Big Smoke, we fly out the following day, but as far as I am concerned - once we leave our driveway, we will be on holidays.  We bought ourselves some noise-reducing earphones for the journey, because the noise of the plane engines, while not deafeningly loud, is relentless......to say nothing of the crying children, and there are always a few of them.  Our last trip home across the Pacific Ocean was accompanied by the Symphony for Plane Noise and at least 97 wailing infants.  I don't mind flying, I'm not phobic or paranoid about it, but the thought of floating around Up There surrounded by 300 or so of my new best friends gives me the heeby jeebies.  It's a personal space thing, and my space is pretty wide.

If we could afford to fly in the rarefied atmosphere of first-class, or if it were possible to cross the Pacific Ocean by ship then cross two-thirds of Canada by chauffeur-driven limousine without using up every cent we own, I would........but that would take more money than there is in the whole universe, so sadly we won't be able to do it.

More cheerfully, last Sunday afternoon the uke group played at a concert put on by the music school which runs our classes, and it went well.  We performed two songs by the Beatles and came on after a young soprano singing Mozart, and a group of 4-to-5 year olds doing cute things with a song and some bells, so I suspect we were there as comic relief.

"Writing as an aid to correct talking.
To converse correctly - to use correct language in conversation - is also a matter of importance, and while this can be acquired by a strict attention to grammatical rules, it can be greatly facilitated by the habit of writing down one's thoughts.  In writing, strict regard is, or should be, paid to the correct use of language, and when a person, from constant writing, acquires the habit of using correct language, this habit will follow him in talking.  A person who is accustomed to much writing, will always be found to use language correctly in speaking."

I would say so.

Enjoy your days!

Blue moon.......

.......you saw me standing alone
Without a dream in my heart,
Without a love of my own........

Blue moon tonight, the second full moon this month!  Probably a good idea to keep an eye on the neighbours for any craziness, you never know what the moon might bring out in otherwise dull people.

Reporting a finish, two pair of jammies.

They aren't quite the same - one set has black pants with a mostly blue top, the other has blue pants with a mostly black top.  Finished, but not pressed.......they are, after all, jammies for wearing to bed, not haute couture.  Fabric is all from my stash.

On our recent holiday we visited the wood gallery at Bungendore, a short drive east of Canberra, and a sweet little wombat jumped into my hand.  What else could I do but bring it home?  It's made of recycled river red gum, a gorgeous Australian tree.  This pic shows the lovely colour and grain of the timber.

While at the gallery we were gobsmacked by the Hannah Cabinet, it's amazing.  It's not something that would fit in our home either in size or decorative style but the workmanship is incredible, and in any case we didn't have the $1.5 million dollars that was being asked. Several years ago we were lucky enough to see another cabinet by the same craftsman, the Yarralumla Cabinet, which is part of the Australiana collection in the official residence of the Australian Governor-General, and although it's not quite as large or elaborate as the Hannah Cabinet I think it liked it better.  On this video you can hear his answer to the question "are there any more hidden drawers?"

Work on the new jumper is progressing like you wouldn't believe, the back, front and one sleeve are finished, while the second sleeve is coming along nicely.  Looks like it will be done to take to Canada after all!  Only 60 days to go.........

Recently we have been watching a program about social changes brought about in England by the coming of railways - sounds dull, but is very interesting!  Trains were an invention which changed the face of several countries and brought about many changes in how people lived as well as how they travelled.  The first murder on a train in England happened in 1864 and was mentioned in the program, the author of a book about the case was interviewed, and I thought to myself, I thought "that sounds like an interesting read" I thought, so reserved it at the library.  A few days ago I started reading it and have just come to the end of the section set in England, the detective is now on the high seas in pursuit of the alleged murderer who had fled to America, and although I know the ending - it's set out in history, as here - I am enjoying reading about the investigation of the case.  Mystery stories are probably my favourite genre, and true mysteries can be intriguing.  The book is called "Mr Briggs' hat: a sensational account of Britain's first railway murder" and was written by Kate Colquhoun.

We have a radio playing all the time on a classical music station and recently there have been problems with the reception; turns out to be damage caused by ice and snow on the transmitter tower a couple of hours north-west of here.  Repairs are supposed to be finished today, let's hope so.  Kevin and I have a deal - he can watch all the sport he likes on TV so long as I don't have to listen to it.  Football is definitely improved by classical music, and cricket is almost possibly just about bearable.

"As culture is the first requirement of good society, so self-improvement should be the aim of each and all of its members.  Manners will improve with the cultivation of the mind, until the pleasure and harmony of social intercourse are no longer marred by the introduction of discordant elements, and they only will be excluded from the best society whose lack of education and whose rude manners will totally unfit them for its enjoyments and appreciation.  Good manners are even more essential to harmony in society than a good education, and may be considered as valuable an acquisition as knowledge in any form."

That's what I think, too.

Enjoy your days!

Hopefully.......

........the resized photos will work.

First, the little guy:

 As you can see, he's growing.  From the nose down he looks very much like his mum, but from the nose up (including the shape of his head) he is the image of his dad at the same age.  It's like looking at my first-born all over again......not sure I would want to repeat some of the intervening years, though.  Grandpa Kevin is providing a comforting arm, because Euan was still a little wobbly when it came to sitting unsupported.

One of the visitors who kept us entertained in the campground in Canberra, on a rare sunny day.

 The weather wasn't always that nice, you know.

On both trips we spent a night in a camp ground at Cowra where Phil the owner has a great shed, a previous owner decorated it with railway memorabilia - the platform seats and station signs you can see are just part of the collection.  Each evening Phil lit a fire in the big pit to boil the billy (for the non-Aussies, a metal can is called a billy and a drink made from adding tea leaves to boiling water in said billy is known as billy tea, we even have a commercial brand of tea called Billy Tea) and campers all converged for Happy Hour.

 It looks a bit daggy, but was a really fun place!

On the trip south Phil played old records from the 1950s and 60s, but on the way home guess who was the entertainment......just plinking away in the background while people talked and became acquainted, I didn't sing because I didn't want to interrupt.  However everyone said how much they enjoyed it, and all admired my tenor uke - as well they should, it's a beautiful example of the luthier's art.

We enjoyed our time in Canberra, highlights were spending time with family (of course!), and we visited the National Library of Australia to see the Rothschild Prayer Book - what an exquisite thing that is.  Made between 1505 and 1510 and illustrated with glowing colours and rich gold, it has been so well preserved that it could have been made yesterday.  We quite spent some time marveling at the workmanship.  It was quite a busy week and no doubt you will hear more in due course.  The shopping list had all items ticked off, black walking shoes for the trip to Canada (for which we take off in 67 days, woo hoo!), beads for knitting, and of course the new camera.

One day we went for a Nice Sunday Drive - from memory it was on a Friday but I could be wrong, it was a busy week - and called in at a lovely place out in the country where we found out that it is possible to have lunch made entirely of chocolate.  Should you ever find yourself in Canberra I can recommend a visit to Robyn.

Now back to normality.......

"Do not lack politeness.
Never hesitate in acts of politeness for fear they will not be recognized or returned.  One cannot be too polite so long as he conforms to rules, while it is easy to lack politeness by neglect to them.  Besides, if courtesy is met by neglect and rebuff, it is not for the courteous person to feel mortification, but the boorish one; and so all lookers-on will regard the matter."

We endeavoured to be polite to all we met, and hope we succeeded.  Politeness and courtesy go a long way to making one's stay in a camp ground enjoyable.

Enjoy your days!

Back......eventually

We're home, we had a good holiday, the family is well, the grandkid is growing, and my new camera takes good photos which are a huge file size and I have to work out how to resize them so they can be uploaded for the world to see.

I can't be as beautiful as I am and have a technical brain as well.

To my Canadian family and friends......

 .......Best wishes for Canada Day!

Nothing lasts forever these days

A couple of days ago I was taking pictures outside when the screen of my camera went pink......not a good sign according to my online research, people in camera forums were muttering things about sensors and replacement costs and not worth it and forget about it and just buy a new camera instead......much as we like living here in the Small Smoke there are a few drawbacks, one of which is the lack of a dedicated fair dinkum ridgey-didge camera shop.  There are several places where one can buy a proper camera (as distinct from a phone with a camera in it) but they are all shops which sell many other things, and I prefer to buy from a proper camera shop and talk to people who know whereof they speak.  So......an online visit to the shop where my camera was purchased some years ago, a phone chat to a nice bloke in one of their shops in Canberra, and a camera has been put aside for me to look at next week.

I shall miss my little Pentax, but at least it had the good sense to die at a convenient time when it could be easily replaced......and here are the last-ever shots taken with it:

 Recently we have noticed white eucalyptus blossoms on the ground outside our back fence, and looking upwards we saw the culprits were sulphur-crested cockatoos who were biting off the flowers and dropping them.  It seemed a shame to leave them, so I collected a few and put them in the pretty crystal bowl I won last year.  Here's a close-up for you - they have a light sweet smell, bees love them because they make delicious honey.  They look like little eyes, don't they?

 The very last pic from the dying camera - this kangaroo eventually came to within 20 feet outside our back fence, I was watching it hop around eating grass while I was sitting at my sewing machine.  Yes, they do come that close, but that was after the camera died so you will have to take my word for it!  You can also see the fallen white blossoms on the grass.

Work on the new jammies is proceeding slowly because by the time everything else gets done that needs to be done it is mid to late afternoon before I set foot in the sewing room, and sewing black thread on black fabric in fading light is not kind to ageing eyes......but it is proceeding.

A couple of days ago Kevin had his minor surgical 'procedure' and the cyst on his back is no longer there, so next Wednesday we will be hitching up the caravan and heading off to Canberra a week later than originally planned.  It's a long enough trip to need an overnight stop but we aren't trying to break any speed records, and as days are now fairly short - it's almost dark at 5pm - we will make three shorter days of driving with two overnight stops, and arrive more relaxed.  I am taking a shopping list with me......a new camera, black walking shoes, a few other things.......and of course we will spend time with out son, his wife and our grandkid, Euan the Wonder Kid, who is now six months old and growing some hair like his dad did at the same age.  He's not such a baldy bub now.

We lucky enough here in the Small Smoke to have visiting musicians from time to time, and last week Slava and Leonard Grigoryan came to town to present a concert.  We had seats in the third row from the front so I could see their magic fingers dance on their guitar strings.......oh wow......don't know whether I should practice harder or set fire to my guitars and ukes and be done with it.......and the guitars they were playing were instruments of great beauty and sounded so wonderful......sigh......

Last night we were entertained by The Admiral's Own Big Band formed from musicians who play with the Royal Australian Navy band, and great fun it was too.  Big band music is great to listen to and must have been so good to dance to, back in the days when it was 'the' music of the day - you only have to look at old films to see that, or to watch modern-day jitterbuggers!

"The music.
Four musicians are enough for a "dance".  When the dancing room is small, the flageolet is preferable to the horn, as it is less noisy and marks the time as well.  The piano and violin form the mainstay of the band; but when the rooms are large enough a larger band may be employed."

I wonder how the good folk of 1885 would have enjoyed jitterbugging to a big band?  Last night's band had 15 or 16 musicians, no violins or flageolets......but they did have a piano.

Enjoy your days!