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The Secret Society that Meets in the Garage

Bonjour mon amis! Comment allez-vous? That is quite possibly highly incorrect, but there you go. I’m watching Julie and Julia (have you seen it?) and feeling in a French-y mood. It’s about butter and blogging and persistence and female friendships and Brie cheese and fitting in your passions around soul-destroying-but-necessary pursuits. After a slightly frustrating day where several things went wrong, it’s really hitting the spot. Sometimes there’s nothing better than watching or reading something that you’ve seen/read before. I’m...

How to Make Simple Fingerless Gloves

I taught a group how to make this pattern at a Laneway Learning class in Melbourne last week. If you can do the basics of knitting, I think you will be able to make these gloves. They’re super cute and handy, I wear them for typing, riding my bike, all sorts, and they make a lovely gift. I’ve inserted some How-To videos here and there to help you. YouTube is the knitter’s best friend! Fingerless Gloves Materials Pair of 3.25mm...

Quote Friday #7

As you may be aware (hopefully by now!), I’m a SeaChange fan. The regularity with which lines and scenes from SeaChange enter my head, given it finished in 2000, is possibly cause for psychological intervention. Regardless, they do, and this week’s Quote Friday quote is from SeaChange Series 1 Episode 12 – Perchance to Dream. In the episode, Kevin, the local caravan park owner, and his son Trevor, are preparing to set sail. Kevin, who is a little dim but...

Quote Friday #6

The quote below is one that resonates with me. I’ve changed a few words from the original (changed ‘God’ to ‘the universe’) – I think that’s fine, the sentiment is the same. “Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, clever, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to...

Work in Progress

Hello friends hello, How are you doing? I am good thank you very much. I thought I’d just check in and say g’day, rather than write a finely honed blog post about some kind of current issue (as is my usual practice – NOT!). I started working on a piece about the years I lived in Sydney, from 2011 until 2013. I’ve been dipping in and out of Helen Garner’s The Feel of Steel (have been trying to read other things,...

Quote Friday #5

“Bellevue Hill. A sunny flat five floors up, in a building that looks eastward from the crest of a hill. Another marriage wrecked. Three times I’ve failed. It’s very still. Voices, faint and far off. Someone’s hammering, someone’s using a saw. Someone plants his foot and an engine surges. The sea from my bedroom window, miles over there beyond Bondi, is a blue-grey line, ruled with authority. Leaves, way below me, move gently. Two white butterflies flit by, as fine...

Taking Stock: July

I was going to skip writing a blog post this week. Not that I don’t have anything to write, I have a million things I want to write about, but just that I’ve been pouring my energy into this other project and the blog takes a back seat. But then I thought – Taking Stock! The cheater’s best friend. It also seemed fitting after reading this article on Sunday, which quoted Alain De Botton as saying “Anyone who isn’t embarrassed...

Quote Friday #3

“The unconscious sends all sorts of vapours, odd beings, terrors and deluding images up into the mind, whether in dream, broad daylight or insanity; for the human kingdom, beneath the floor of the neat little dwelling that we call our conscious, goes down into unsuspected Aladdin caves. There not only jewels but dangerous jinn abide: the inconvenient or resisted psychological powers that we have not thought or dared to integrate into our lives. And they may remain unsuspected, or, on...

A Jasmine Mentality

On Sunday morning, I got up at 5.30am and drove a car load full of stuff to the Camberwell Market. My friend Zoe and I had decided to have a stall to rid ourselves of some unwanted items, and, let’s face it, to make a bit of money too. The choice of mid-winter for said stall was my doing, and possibly one of my less intelligent ideas, but there we were, setting up our trestle tables in the dark in...