The Secret Society that Meets in the Garage

August 22, 2017

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 all for the new, but there are times for the old too. A re-watch or re-read of Pride and Prejudice (BBC version, don’t even talk to me about Keira Knightley) when you’ve got the flu. A nostalgic viewing of SeaChange when you’re far from home and needing a dose of the Bellarine. A quick shot of Seinfeld to lift the spirits. I even found myself reading a Secret Seven book the other day – it was so short! How does Enid fit that many glasses of blackcurrant tea and oatmeal cookies into so few pages? And why do the girls not get to go on the adventures? I was so influenced by those books as a kid. I had my own secret society: we had badges. We met in the garage and tried to solve local mysteries (ie peering over back fences and wondering if the man hanging out his washing might secretly be a horse-thief. Bless us).

What oldies-but-goodies do you turn to?

On a different topic, I tried something new last week. I taught my first ever knitting class! Actually, that’s a lie…it was my second. During my brief turn as a teacher, I tried to teach a gang of Year 7s how to make a scarf. That did not go down so well (most gave up and we played board games instead, which was a nice alternative), but, back on the horse, I thought adults who had signed up to be there on a Monday evening might be slightly easier. They were a delightful bunch. I taught them how to make fingerless gloves. Admittedly, we didn’t get all that far in the allocated hour, but it was a good experience for me, and reminded me that I CAN teach, even if high school teaching wasn’t for me. I enjoy it, too, helping people feel confident in trying something new. If you want to have a go, the pattern’s here, complete with How-To video. Neo kept getting his furry face in the way of the camera, what a video-bomber.

Well mon amis, my stomach is telling me to go and eat something, so I best leave this here. Thank you for reading my blog! I do love this little space on the net, so glad I started it back up again.

Have a lovely day, whatever you’re up to!

x Iz

 

 

 

 

 

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Isabel is a writer from Melbourne. She loves long train journeys, Vegemite toast and cryptic crosswords, preferably all at once.

2 Comments
    1. Re-reading is good. I re-read some Paul Jennings stories the other day, a favourite from my childhood, but somehow the magic just wasn’t there anymore? Maybe I got old.
      That’s great about the knitting! I’ve always wanted to do a crochet class at the library for kids in the school holidays but I’ve always been concerned that it will just be too hard to teach and the session will get out of control! Maybe one day I’ll suck up the courage.

      1. Teaching kids knitting is (from experience) pretty tricky. The smaller the group, the better. I know what you mean about the magic being gone. It’s like re-visiting places you travelled to when you were younger…it all seems different and not as good. Maybe better to let the magic stay in the memory x

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