There are a lot of people in my life, friends, family, colleagues, my shoe man, my personal trainer, the good breakfast guy....well you get the picture. Not all of them are close to me, but they all make up the human landscape of my life.
Showing posts with label Millinery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Millinery. Show all posts
My People
There are a lot of people in my life, friends, family, colleagues, my shoe man, my personal trainer, the good breakfast guy....well you get the picture. Not all of them are close to me, but they all make up the human landscape of my life.
Races tomorrow!
Have a great weekend!
Blog Envy
This week I'm in love with the blog 'Bugs and Fishes' (http://bugsandfishes.blogspot.com) by Laura Howard. It showcases some nifty craft projects, some great designs and also links to her fabulous shop on etsy. Some of my favourites are:
Tonight I'm going to have a crack at making some of my own felt flowers to go on a fascinator for the races this weekend, I'm going to work from Laura's How To (here) to come up with my own designs.
Here are a few pictures I'm using as inspiration:
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Tonight I'm going to have a crack at making some of my own felt flowers to go on a fascinator for the races this weekend, I'm going to work from Laura's How To (here) to come up with my own designs.
Here are a few pictures I'm using as inspiration:
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Places I wish I was...
I dunno about you, but when I'm having a less than awesome time I like to sit and think about places I'd rather be. Here are a few of my favourites:
Dad and I cruising 
Too much sun
On the boat with my folks
I used to hate being on the boat. I think it was something to do with the cold, salty air (the boat is in Tassie), the uncomfortable seats and that you cant get off and go to the shop until the person steering says so. In the last year or so I seem to have changed my view, I can happily sit quietly on the deck (on a cushion Dad brings specially for me), eat my pre-packed snacks and listen to my parents chat...sometimes I even fish (until the point where the fish comes out of the water, then I run screaming to the other end of the boat).
Dad and I cruising
Laying in the sun
I always wish I was laying in the sun...I don't care where, as long as there's sun (not too much though, then I get grumpy).
Right amount of sun
Too much sun
At a BBQ baby!
I guess this is kind of a variation of laying in the sun, 'cos BBQs are no good without that. But I don't think I can remember a bad BBQ...I'm sure I've been to some, I just don't remember them.
I BBQ like a star...in that I make someone else do it.
Picnicing
Kind of the same as the last two, but with a blanket.
At the races
I love the races, so I spend a lot of time wishing I was there instead. This train of thought gives me great mileage - what will I wear? How will I accessories? How will I get better tickets? Which canapes will I serve in my carpark? I generally start thinking about being at the races in January, so it's a pretty safe bet if I'm thinking about being somewhere else, it's probably at the races.
At the polo
It's pretty much the same as the races, but without a fascinator.
On holidays
Anywhere will do, but two of my favourites are back home in Tassie and to Coolangatta, which is reportedly a 'crime hotspot'...I just like it 'cos it has nice quiet beaches, the Twin Towns RSL for cheapo dinners and because I usually go there with my folks.
Coolangatta - I don't see any crime, do you?
At a gig
But I'm quite specific about this one.
A. I must like the band
B. the venue must not be too full
C. or loud
D. or smelly
E. There should be easily accessible, yummy food
Me at Homebake, demonstrating an appropriate level of 'crowdedness' and easily accesible food.
25, I guess that's kind of grown up.
I've reached an age where people have stopped saying 'oh, that's so young' when they discover it. For the first time in my adult life I'm no longer the youngest member of my social group, children refer to me as 'the lady' not 'the girl', and I've also become quite taken with the idea of spending whole weekends on the couch instead of out on the turps. It appears the world is trying to tell me I'm an adult.
In an attempt to embrace this I've tried volunteering for charity - you know, do the community minded, socially responsibility thing...it didn't really stick. It was rewarding and all (if you consider being sworn at by junkies, proposed to by hobos and pooed at by children rewarding), but it turns out staying home was just as rewarding.
I also tried taking night classes, apparently that's what adults do. After 7 weeks of millinery I ended up with one semi wearable hat and glue everywhere. I went to one class of my six week silversmithing course, realized it involved getting my hands dirty and never went back. Thankfully my adult ballet course was cancelled before it began.
Other people, upon noticing my responsible adult status rather misguidedly left me in charge of their children. This has never ended well, children can smell my fear much like a horse can.
In the last two months i've decided to take it right back to 'adult basics' and focus on getting healthy, i.e. eating well, excercising (granted I still have to pay professionals to force me to do that), going to bed early. One day, if I get the foundations right, I might progress to other more advanced grown up things such as learning to ride a bike, getting my license or even getting a passport...on second thoughts, I think I'd rather stay home and drink some wine.
In an attempt to embrace this I've tried volunteering for charity - you know, do the community minded, socially responsibility thing...it didn't really stick. It was rewarding and all (if you consider being sworn at by junkies, proposed to by hobos and pooed at by children rewarding), but it turns out staying home was just as rewarding.
I also tried taking night classes, apparently that's what adults do. After 7 weeks of millinery I ended up with one semi wearable hat and glue everywhere. I went to one class of my six week silversmithing course, realized it involved getting my hands dirty and never went back. Thankfully my adult ballet course was cancelled before it began.
Other people, upon noticing my responsible adult status rather misguidedly left me in charge of their children. This has never ended well, children can smell my fear much like a horse can.
In the last two months i've decided to take it right back to 'adult basics' and focus on getting healthy, i.e. eating well, excercising (granted I still have to pay professionals to force me to do that), going to bed early. One day, if I get the foundations right, I might progress to other more advanced grown up things such as learning to ride a bike, getting my license or even getting a passport...on second thoughts, I think I'd rather stay home and drink some wine.
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