Friday, July 24, 2009
Twas my introduction to the real world of avid quilters...
Mind, having been around Lizzie for so long I have had some understanding of the painstaking diligence and dedication to such a craft not to mention the beauty, but never before yesterday have I seen such incredible artistry and imagination.
Some of the creations I saw were, to my mind phenomenal. I understand that what was there is only the tip of the iceberg and there are many women who devote almost their whole lives to such a craft. I find it amazing that there are so many themes worked upon. There are names commonly known to many 'quilters' who design and create from their minds....all this many of you already know, so, if I sound a little gushy, I can only apologise.
Below are a few of the favourites I selected to photograph (with permission of course).
I hope you can appreciate them.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Sunday, July 12, 2009
So many things just get in the way,
What with sick mothers and jobs to be done,
And daughters with problems that won't be outshone.
Life is sure busy with no time to stop,
Just running and running, I feel on the hop.
There's beds to be made, and floors to be washed,
And clothes to be ironed and teeth to be flossed.
Bills to be paid and food to be bought,
No wonder this woman is feeling quite fraught.
They say that anxiety's on the increase,
And quite understand why I feel caprice.
We won't even mention the job I perform,
Where stress and high pressure seem to be the norm.
There's always demands from the others at work,
This working in charge is not a great lurk.
So there you have it, that's my excuse,
I long for the day when I can refuse.
To do all these things, have time for me,
And write, read and dally and pretend like I'm free!
Friday, July 10, 2009
It is raining here tonight which is a pleasurable change.
I am currently home alone, whilst husband is at the MCG watching an over-sized pigs bladder being kicked around. I believe I am the sensible one as it's far too cold to be in the great outdoors this evening. Whats the bet he'll arrive home complaining of the cold and taking ages to warm up.
Last weekend, that of my birthday, saw he and I up at our respite centre, also known as Porepunkah, where we have a little cabin in a holiday park that overlooks the gracious Mt. Buffalo.
As you can see, the vista is glorious from our back door and I love the time we spend up there just rambling throughout the different towns in the Alpine Region.
Porepunkah is at the foot of the High Country, so called because it is a mountainous region in northern Victoria and is the playland for ski enthusiasts come winter time.
On the odd occasion, it does snow where our cabin is, but I do believe the last snow of any merit fall occurred in the park some eight years ago.
Here is a view of Mt. Buffalo with snow on them thar hills, the likes of which is quite beautiful from my perspective. I love the fact that every time I visit there, the images are always different.
My photograph collection of the area is full of contrasting images of this particular mountain.
I can well appreciate when my parents once upon a time lived south of Melbourne, Mum would always talk of 'her' mountain she would look out onto every morning from her front verandah.
Whilst up there this time, every morning was frosty white when we first got up, but as soon as the sun's rays hit an area the ice would turn to moisture and quickly be absorbed.
We have a resident nocturnal possum there who was pretty impressed with the bird seed my other half left out for the local parrots and every night he partook from the tree stump with a lot of noise just to let us know he was there.
One of the best things about going up to Porepunkah, apart from having time away from day to day living is exploring local shops that display their handicrafts. Being a bit of a tourist mecca, the area is bursting with local cottage industries, be it jams, nuts, vegetables and handcrafts.
Its so pleasurable talking with the locals who are usually always grateful if you show any interest in their produce be it animal, vegetable or mineral as.
To be on the lookout for a 'find' is always exciting too and especially in Porepunkah, Bright and Myrtleford, we have shown much favour as they always seem to have EXACTLY what it is we're after.While there for these four days, we explored the areas of Beechworth and Yackandandah...... such pretty names for such picturesque towns don't you think?
These first three scenes are of Beechworth which was once upon a time a thriving gold rush town.
Photo no. 1 is of the main street.
No. 2 if you look closely enough is a cat in the window upstairs from a shop.
This somewhat gothic picture (would love to be there on a dark night) is out the back of a rather pricey upmarket antique dealer also in the main street.
Last but not least of these four photographs is of the main street in Yackandandah.
One nut/potato farm we called into had minimal supplies available in their store. As we walked out to our trusty steed (car) the owner strolled by and stopped for a chat. He appeared very despondent and told us a tale of how bad business is right now. Tourism was down according to him and his takings for the week were minimal. As a consequence he wasn't sure of his viability despite having been in the business all his working life.
The day was a grey cloudy day by then and the photo I took outside his farm to me depicted his sombre mood quite significantly.
This is the end of my post for today. I have heaps more to add about the time away and this will be done hopefully on Sunday.
Its after midnight now and time for some sleep I think before I start making big mistakes on here...Night all..............................
Friday, July 3, 2009
The day started innocuously enough with me getting up bright and early ready to "Carpe Diem"...
A large amount of housework was done as I knew the Cleaning Ladies were coming this day, not to mention, Lizzie, so I didn't want the usual mess lying around.
After a couple of rounds of washing, some bin emptying, dishwasher stacking, bed making AND generalised tidying up it was the hour to shower and get ready.
The ladies rolled up at their customary 10 to clean the house (lucky me) and I waited for my best friend to arrive, and arrive she did not long after.
We bid a hasty goodbye and drove off into the sun (no rise or set at this time of the day) towards the land of many cars and long bridges.
Westgate was mounted and driven over, amidst the cars that wanted to push in and not wait their turn much to my chagrin but some calming words from my passenger calmed me and allowed them to gain access.
We finally got to our destination by 11ish, parked the car and quickly strolled over to The Melbourne Museum.
You wouldn't believe the mile long queue, I kid you not...all waiting for a chance to witness first hand the secrets Pompei had to offer. Amidst the queue were many schoolchildren, all with at least one parent if not two. The place was jam packed.
So, after a hasty debate, we decided not to wait but to trip over to nearby Lygon Street for a much needed coffee and see what else Carlton had to offer.
A delicious coffee and lemon tarte each were consumed whilst we drooled over many other french pastries and we then decided to see what the local shops had to offer us.
By the time we got to Borders I thought an alternative was needed and the eternal lightbulb went off inside my head.
"Why don't we go see a movie instead of all our other plans"
This was agreed upon by both parties and so, a movie it was.
I had always wanted to see 'Sampson and Delilah' since hearing about it on the Movie Show and as it was showing this day I 'Carpe Diemed'.....
Sampson and Delilah tells the story of two indigenous adolescents living in the heart of central Australia.
The story depicts their day to day life and the dramatic changes that occur as a result of their relationship.
Quote "Samson (Rowan McNamara) and Delilah's (Marissa Gibson) world is small - an isolated community in the Central Australian desert. When tragedy strikes they turn their backs on home and embark on a journey of survival. Lost, unwanted and alone they discover that life isn't always fair, but love never judges."
The actors all portray a life of poverty and hardship but there is an underlying beauty and a sense of love and change.
Running through the story also is a theme of petrol sniffing and the tragedy it can create.
The two main leads were amazing in how a story can told with minimal spoken word.
I might add they were both brilliantly endearing and extremely photogenic.
I would heartily recommend this tale if you want a good dose of blaring reality and if you're sick of feeling complacent about your life.
It'll blow your socks off!
Once Lizzie and I had wiped away the tears and recuperated from our post movie discussion, it was time for something to eat. A local cafe served us piping hot Pumpkin Soup to keep our hunger abated and then it was time to come home.
Trundling through the traffic on this Friday afternoon, we made it back to local ground (for me) before too long and we then waited for Mez to come home to share a dinner of Vietnamese.
That too was soon over and then Lizzie departed for home.
We had yet another great day and with it is the promise to attempt again soon our Try For Pompei...