Sunday, 24 November 2013

Craft Fair + Eco Dress

 The Craft Fair went well, thank you for asking.
It was its usual riot of colour and movement.

Two fellow creatives I know dropped by and both remarked
how much they love 'these people'.
They are a great tribe.

 A couple of young lovelies modelled floras for free.

 And, I wore my eco-dress.
As explained below:
 One piece of fabric.
About 2.7m. Folded. Seamed.
Neckline cut out, scrap saved and made into a flora.
Flora attached.
If you can't be bothered and you've chosen a knit, you
don't even have to hem the neckline; it won't fray.
Petticoat underneath. If you are so inclined.
Not a skerrick of fabric wasted.
Choose a lightweight fabric that drapes nicely.
A blend of knitted cool wool works well, too.
Let me know if you have any troubles.
 I topped it off with dyed sea-bamboo necklace.
Not that endangered red coral, as everyone calls it.
If you see it labelled like that, you might want to set them straight.
No reef pillage here, thank you.

In other pressing issues, I got the workers' paperwork to sort.
No more frippery for today, anyway.
Enjoy your afternoon.

Saturday, 23 November 2013

Every Other Man and His Dog

I've been under the influence of pink this week.
And, the start of Christmas festiveness.
Vogue Australia gave me the green light, that big pearls
are back. Dig them out or buy new.
 I've outsourced the decorating of the tree to my niece.
Work smart, not hard. I say.

I've been finishing off frippery for the Guild's lovely Craft Fair,
tomorrow from 8am to 12 noon.
Brunswick Street, The Valley. 

Monday night included
a dinner to celebrate Tyson Stelzer's book about
the 'greatest fizz in the world'.
Champagne, thank you.
Tyson's a beautiful writer and lives locally.
He also snapped his own pictures and would write 4000+
words on his Ipad when he was lunching with
wine-makers and vineyard owners in order to research for the book.
The food was cooked by Richard Ousby,
chef from The Stokehouse.
Sorry, you're only seeing desert.

 But, you can take my word.
 I'm preparing for visitors' children.
Staying over the New Year.
I'm chuffed.
And, I bought plastic.
 Like every other man and his dog, I've styled Christmas vignettes.
 The tree's petite, but that commode gives it confidence.

 Can you believe I've still every other thing including paintings and other objet d'arts 
lying against walls, not hung back up, since the house painting last April?
No, neither can I.
I'd hate anyone to find out.
 I've finished crinkling, crafting and zhu zhuing corsages for tomorrow.
Here's the last word on corsage wearing:

Sunday, 17 November 2013

Poodle Propaganda

Frankly, it's been a bit of a week.
Publicly, I was accused of doing a 'double blink' at a chalkface meeting,
thus indicating I did not understand a key concept being explained
and then, I was rather shocked when this book,
'Who wants to be a Poodle? I don't', by Lauren Child
appeared anonymously
(addressed to my good self), lying at the bottom
of my chalkface mail drawer.
  Upon reading the book I realised it is a subversive attempt
to invert the dominant paradigm.
To get the House Muse to revolt.
It's a story about Madam Verity Brulee and her poodle that's never had its poufy
feet wet and the subsequent visits to the psychiatrist for the caniche.
because he has an identity crisis.

I am as shocked as you are.

 Nonetheless, Lauren Child's is a wonderful children's author and if you
are not buying Oxfam vouchers for livestock or water taps for yours or others' whippersnappers
buy them one of her books for Christmas.
I really can't imagine where some people get their ideas from.

Feel free to disagree.

 Stay subversive, it can do you a lot of good.