Renaissance.

 Good People, I am back.
Wow.

I know, I am as surprised as you are,

I am nothing if not unpredictable.

I would be lying if I said I haven't enjoyed the break.
But this hiatus has placed me in a bit of a dilemma.
I have a lot to report back on.
So in truest of form I am going backwards detailing the last six months or
so of frippery. Click away if you are going to irked.
You've been warned.
I do enjoy the reliving the past.

I have still been avidly fashioning frippery.
I have been part of Mercedes Benz Fashion Festival in Brisbane again.
Included with a little fashion shoot in the promotional magazine.
From there I did a week of millinery tuition with the Millinery Convention.
Concluded with a masquerade ball, dubbed Imaginarium.

 

 

It was all a bit fabulous.

Between popping off to Holland, Belgium and Paris in September.

Here's my first glimpse of Paris from the Taxi after getting off the

Thalys train from Brussels. 

And, a Paris bus-stop poster.

 



I had time for a few more morning-teas because part of my 2015 work-life balance

was more Atelier Flora work for sale at The Hat Box.

I was in-charge of my own tea and lunch-breaks.

The fridge was never far away.

 I have eaten my way through Marche du Macaron's range of confections.

 Be careful what you wish for because I've ended up with a macaron shop at

the end of my street.
I am not complaining.
Here it is:

 

Stay tuned, keep your eyes open, there's more to follow.



 

 



The Performing Nurse: Creative Spaces

I'll be honest with you, The Performing  Nurse resonates with me.

And, I did not make her headpiece.

The Performing Nurse is my friend L's one-woman comedy show about her service to the vocation of Nursing.

Midwifery was her area of expertise.

Now she is working with youth.

She once worked at the chalkface with me.

She's conjured up a series of character vignettes recapping all

sorts of frippery about workplace culture and the challenge of

managing in a complex setting.

I can see my way clear with it.

She is part of The Anywhere Festival, all over the place, including Brisbane and Sydney.

Try to get a ticket. It's non-profit.

Supporting the Arts.

 

 Tally-ho.

How's your workplace?

Anything you need to see the Nurse about?

She can examine you at The Anywhere Festival.



 

 



 

 

 



Creative Spaces: Colour and Movement

Things have been pretty busy here.

I've had all sorts of frippery breaking out at the chalkface.

Seven classes of assessment and report entries to do, and new work to inspire

others with right at the end of the term.

Lucky I know to Find Joy in the Ordinary.

But, for a bit of respite.

 As a nod to Yves Saint Laurent and his creativity I donned a turban and

my old black satin tasselled heels and trotted off to see the namesake film.

Saint Laurent.

I can't tell you I really enjoyed it.

It was about a dark and stormy period of his life.

About ten years of drug addled angst and disturbances.
Arguments between shareholders.

Not enough frocks in my opinion.

Only a scant look at some shoulder pads and head-wraps.

And, I didn't win the best dressed award.

*Sniff*

 At least the Prosecco was refreshing.

 The following night I invited myself to Starr's abode.

You've been there before.
I hadn't been in quite a while.

 

Starr is a brilliant one-woman show.

Responsible for all and everything in her working life.
A micro-manager. I approve.

No-one writes her pay-check every week and no-one gives her a 'to-do' list either.

She manages it all beautifully.

She came to the chalkface once and talked about this on International Women's' Day.
I said she was a role model and she had to do it.

I loved what she said.

Starr and I met many years ago when she dropped by

my workplace and she began working as a volunteer.

We were really chalk and cheese.

She remained commited. We paid her a packet of Tim-Tams for her volunteerism.

One packet per day, once a week.

I knew I'd made a friend for life.

Even with our ups and downs.

Here's the studio floor, below.

And a close-up of Vegas, as above,

I love these stencilled hearts.

I've got one.

There's always little vignettes around the place.

Starr always says, 'she learnt it from me'.

The Eiffel Tower is gloriously illuminated.

This deirreire doesn't belong to yours truly, but the

sofa and red cushion does!

Starr washes her paint-brushes beautifully.

She knows them bristle by bristle.

Her little black poodle Hollywood always does a long hello and goodbye.

There's beauty in the ordinary even in Starr's kitchen.

Works-in-progress.

Books.

Everything has its place.

Starr always arranges a good platter.

And gets out the good glassware.

I'll be back soon, Starr.

Do you have any chalk and cheese friends that you have gone the

distance with? What's your best 'how did you meet a friend' story?

Tell me.