First stop, Singapore. We only had two days, but it was plenty for me - there isn't much for grown-ups to do except shop or eat - and it was way too hot & muggy for me to want to do much shopping (this may come as something of a surprise to some of you...) and when we did want to go & eat, it rained. That's how humid it was, and it may come as a surprise to some of you that I'm not a fan of humidity, especially when the levels which are high enough to fall out of the sky...
Then we were on the plane, whoosh, and into Roma before we knew it. The best thing about holding two passports is that the European Nationals queue is almost non-existent, coming from Singapore, and so I was through in the blink of an eye, to the change machines (what a great idea, slip in your Euro note & the machine automatically calculates what you put in there and breaks it up into smaller notes & coins) - invaluable for buying tickets on the Metro, straight out of the Airport.
The airport was full of people going home for Easter, and the airport rang with the sounds of people saying "Buona Pasqua", or, Happy Easter. Even the nice taxi driver who was there to meet us greeted us with "Buona Pasqua"!
Easter Sunday in Rome is fairly quiet, and the Centro Storico, where our apartment was, was even more quiet. It was the ideal way to recover from the flight, and we wandered around getting our bearings, finding the supermercato, and the lavenderia, and round the corner, this:
Rome is truly amazing, round every corner there's something fascinating:
This was stuck on the wall of an apartment block near the river - it roughly translates as "I am making this for the landlady" - I think it's a not-so-subtle request to take your dog-shit with you when you walk your dog - there is a bit of it about, but we didn't see it nearly so much as last time we were in Rome (2008).
And this:
And finally, a great bar where I stole a rather nice beer glass. Bad girl!
And now, Jetlag calls, gentle reader, so I'm off to bed. Ciao!
A randomly constructed burble through some of my days, some crafty, some not. Pot luck lives here - some days it's silk, some days it's calico.
Sunday, 2 May 2010
Friday, 30 April 2010
Triptease IV - Unstuck!
Goodness me, Gentle Readers, but it's nice to be home!
We had one of those magical arrivals in Sydney last night, with the full moon shining gently down on the black velvet of Sydney, all sparkly with spangles, sequins and beads... and the harbour looking like a shiny satin ribbon woven through it all...just gorgeous. I actually sang the first few lines of that Paul Kelly masterpiece...
"Have you ever seen Sydney from a 747 at night?
Sydney shines such a beautiful light
And I can see Bondi through my window way off to the right
And the curling waves on a distant break
And the sleeping city just about to wake
Have you ever seen Sydney from a 747 at night?"**
Paul Kelly for Poet Laureate, I say.
We were home by 8.30pm, pottered around until about 10.30pm, (actually, read that as "Mr Golightly spent time on the phone with the First Bank in Australia, convincing them we weren't committing Credit Card Fraud"), then off to bed, only to rudely awake at 3.30am. I waited until 4.00am, then got up to fiddle with my pictures.
Oh, you want to see some? In order of the journey, then:
Singapore:
Rome:
Ostea Antica:
Venice:
Burano:
Milano:
Rome II:
Nice Ville station:
Paris (from a taxi):
Dieppe (from the Dieppe to Newhaven ferry) :
Brighton (well, "Hove, actually"):
Home again home again jiggity jig. Phew.
More later. Ciao!
**Lyrics copyright Paul Kelly
We had one of those magical arrivals in Sydney last night, with the full moon shining gently down on the black velvet of Sydney, all sparkly with spangles, sequins and beads... and the harbour looking like a shiny satin ribbon woven through it all...just gorgeous. I actually sang the first few lines of that Paul Kelly masterpiece...
"Have you ever seen Sydney from a 747 at night?
Sydney shines such a beautiful light
And I can see Bondi through my window way off to the right
And the curling waves on a distant break
And the sleeping city just about to wake
Have you ever seen Sydney from a 747 at night?"**
Paul Kelly for Poet Laureate, I say.
We were home by 8.30pm, pottered around until about 10.30pm, (actually, read that as "Mr Golightly spent time on the phone with the First Bank in Australia, convincing them we weren't committing Credit Card Fraud"), then off to bed, only to rudely awake at 3.30am. I waited until 4.00am, then got up to fiddle with my pictures.
Oh, you want to see some? In order of the journey, then:
Singapore:
Ostea Antica:
Venice:
Burano:
Milano:
Rome II:
Nice Ville station:
Paris (from a taxi):
Dieppe (from the Dieppe to Newhaven ferry) :
Brighton (well, "Hove, actually"):
Home again home again jiggity jig. Phew.
More later. Ciao!
**Lyrics copyright Paul Kelly
Tuesday, 20 April 2010
Friday, 16 April 2010
Tuesday, 13 April 2010
Monday, 29 March 2010
Sometimes I astound even myself...
So, in anticipation of the [question without notice, what's the term for something that only happens every four years??] Quadrennial (I just looked it up) Golightly Photo and Travelfest, we went mad and bought Mr Golightly some spiffy new clothes, so he wouldn't get arrested in countries less tolerant than our own, of balding, newly middle-aged men wearing body-shirts and flares, complete with hush puppies, from the 1970's. Actually, that's a bit unkind, he's probably worked his way into the early '80's by now. Maybe.
I held out for Sportscraft, which is an Australian clothing company that's been around since the 1950's, they had a bit of a rennaisance about 10 years ago & really got, as the Americans say, with the program - nice quality, good colours, conservative enough so you don't feel like you're wearing your 24 year old nephew's stuff, but not so conservative that people think you've shopped at that other menswear store that starts with L and ends with prostate trouble and arthritis.
The only reason, I have to say, that I make Mr Golightly buy Sportscraft is that nobody has seen fit to resurrect Gowings, which really was an Australian institution, established in 1868, and gone, all gone, by the end of 2005. Gowings was fantastic, a multi-levelled menswear store not entirely unlike DJ's or Grace Brothers, or whatever the hell it's called today, but it was, um, for want of a better word, and not trying to be unkind, ordinary. Comfortable. Domestic. You could buy Bonds undies, socks, swimmers, bowls gear, you could get your hair cut for $10, you could get everything from head to toe, even dinner suits and Birkenstock sandals .
Mr Golightly felt as happy as he ever gets shopping, shopping there, and I could take him once a year, wander up & down the floors, and come out knowing he looked respectable without being flashy, and that the quality was good. So good, in fact, that he's still wearing Gowings t-shirts and shorts from the 1990's. Which is the subject of a whole 'nother post, one we're not getting to tonight!
Anyway, we bought him this smart Navy jacket to take away on the Golightly Quadrennial Photo and Travelfest, in the hope that he'd leave his somewhat daggy shapeless polar fleece jacket behind. Hah! Did I say 'vain' hope? Should've.
The main concern, gentle reader, was that the Sportscraft jacket didn't have an inside pocket. I mean, really, what were they thinking? What item of men's outdoor apparel doesn't have inside pockets? Men need somewhere to stow things, that's the only reason they get away without being afflicted by the curse of the handbag!
So... I undertook to put one in. Now, you know that I have done dressmaking. For me. Skirts, pyjamas, blouses. Nothing complicated. Nothing tricksy. Nothing too challenging (apart from the Corset, of course). However, I've made a zillion pouches, lined, with no raw edges showing, so how hard could it be to gently unstitch the lining of the jacket, insert a pouch & restitch up, leaving on a zip?
This hard:
Not too hard at all, actually. I had to do a bit of hand-stitching at either end where the zip foot wouldn't go, but it doesn't look too bad. I did mean to have funky lining, though, but after making the pouch twice and realising I had it round the wrong way, when I did get it right, I couldn't be bothered to swap it back again. I used something not entirely dissimilar to this:

I held out for Sportscraft, which is an Australian clothing company that's been around since the 1950's, they had a bit of a rennaisance about 10 years ago & really got, as the Americans say, with the program - nice quality, good colours, conservative enough so you don't feel like you're wearing your 24 year old nephew's stuff, but not so conservative that people think you've shopped at that other menswear store that starts with L and ends with prostate trouble and arthritis.
The only reason, I have to say, that I make Mr Golightly buy Sportscraft is that nobody has seen fit to resurrect Gowings, which really was an Australian institution, established in 1868, and gone, all gone, by the end of 2005. Gowings was fantastic, a multi-levelled menswear store not entirely unlike DJ's or Grace Brothers, or whatever the hell it's called today, but it was, um, for want of a better word, and not trying to be unkind, ordinary. Comfortable. Domestic. You could buy Bonds undies, socks, swimmers, bowls gear, you could get your hair cut for $10, you could get everything from head to toe, even dinner suits and Birkenstock sandals .
Mr Golightly felt as happy as he ever gets shopping, shopping there, and I could take him once a year, wander up & down the floors, and come out knowing he looked respectable without being flashy, and that the quality was good. So good, in fact, that he's still wearing Gowings t-shirts and shorts from the 1990's. Which is the subject of a whole 'nother post, one we're not getting to tonight!
Anyway, we bought him this smart Navy jacket to take away on the Golightly Quadrennial Photo and Travelfest, in the hope that he'd leave his somewhat daggy shapeless polar fleece jacket behind. Hah! Did I say 'vain' hope? Should've.
The main concern, gentle reader, was that the Sportscraft jacket didn't have an inside pocket. I mean, really, what were they thinking? What item of men's outdoor apparel doesn't have inside pockets? Men need somewhere to stow things, that's the only reason they get away without being afflicted by the curse of the handbag!
So... I undertook to put one in. Now, you know that I have done dressmaking. For me. Skirts, pyjamas, blouses. Nothing complicated. Nothing tricksy. Nothing too challenging (apart from the Corset, of course). However, I've made a zillion pouches, lined, with no raw edges showing, so how hard could it be to gently unstitch the lining of the jacket, insert a pouch & restitch up, leaving on a zip?
This hard:
Not too hard at all, actually. I had to do a bit of hand-stitching at either end where the zip foot wouldn't go, but it doesn't look too bad. I did mean to have funky lining, though, but after making the pouch twice and realising I had it round the wrong way, when I did get it right, I couldn't be bothered to swap it back again. I used something not entirely dissimilar to this:

So everytime Mr Golightly opens the inside pocket in his ultra smart Navy Sportscraft jacket to get his passport out, I'm going to have a small chuckle.
That's probably it for me for a while, I may get to post from parts unknown, but no promises. Stay safe, gentle readers!
Monday, 22 March 2010
Alice in dunderland
I just know that I am leaving myself open here to lots of derision and scorn, but really, y'know, I have to wonder, why did Tim Burton bother? I got the feeling that we came in about 2/3 of the way through some other story, especially with the characters in the 'real world', all of whom have been in some British drama or other - couldn't he have found some new and 'interesting' faces to play the 'real' people? Was he looking to provide entertainment for actors who couldn't get a part in Harry Potter? (Apart from the truly wonderful Alan Rickman & Timothy Spall, of course)... Actually, it's just popped into my head - this is what would happen if J K Rowling met Charles Dodgson & they decided to have some fun... or if Hermione Granger's great-grandma hadn't made the cut for Hogwarts.
Anyway, gentle reader, I thought it was ... ok. I guess. There were a couple of little kids in the audience who were really scared, and I have to say my friend Miss Nellie in the next seat was a bit spooked by the Jabberwocky, which is, of course, the whole point, but if you're considering taking your kids, maybe think again? I don't think it's a kid's film. Also, from the historical accuracy POV, I have issues (yes, I know, you know I have issues...) about sending a 19 year old girl out dressed as a child, no ladies maid or nanny (still with a nanny at 19? I don't think so!!) would have let her out of the house without a corset (they had corsets for 8 year olds, for pete's sake) or stockings & bloomers... Just not done, y'know.
I think Alice's outfits throughout the film were seriously weird, too. All that off-the-shoulder, just barely tied on, stuff? What was the message there? The only outfit I thought was halfway 'sensible' was the jacket & trousers she had on just before she went off to the Champion - was she dressed like a boy there because Burton was trying to say that only boys can be champions?
The Victorians were a bit weird, though, too, weren't they? They had some very strange ideas about what was OK for kids and what wasn't - I remember being given a copy of 'The Water Babies' when I was about 8 or 9 and being horrified by how gruesome that was - and that was another Victorian smash hit (thank the Oversoul nobody has decided to make that into a film!!)...
I remember from my brief career as a bookseller that we had some pretty gruesome Victorian illustrated books (I just tried to find them on Google, so if you never hear from me again, assume that DOCS* has come & taken me away for child endangerment) in our kids section...
And today I ordered this:

No prizes for guessing what I'm going to do it it. Or even what it is... you'll just have to wait and see!
Anyway, gentle reader, I thought it was ... ok. I guess. There were a couple of little kids in the audience who were really scared, and I have to say my friend Miss Nellie in the next seat was a bit spooked by the Jabberwocky, which is, of course, the whole point, but if you're considering taking your kids, maybe think again? I don't think it's a kid's film. Also, from the historical accuracy POV, I have issues (yes, I know, you know I have issues...) about sending a 19 year old girl out dressed as a child, no ladies maid or nanny (still with a nanny at 19? I don't think so!!) would have let her out of the house without a corset (they had corsets for 8 year olds, for pete's sake) or stockings & bloomers... Just not done, y'know.
I think Alice's outfits throughout the film were seriously weird, too. All that off-the-shoulder, just barely tied on, stuff? What was the message there? The only outfit I thought was halfway 'sensible' was the jacket & trousers she had on just before she went off to the Champion - was she dressed like a boy there because Burton was trying to say that only boys can be champions?
The Victorians were a bit weird, though, too, weren't they? They had some very strange ideas about what was OK for kids and what wasn't - I remember being given a copy of 'The Water Babies' when I was about 8 or 9 and being horrified by how gruesome that was - and that was another Victorian smash hit (thank the Oversoul nobody has decided to make that into a film!!)...
I remember from my brief career as a bookseller that we had some pretty gruesome Victorian illustrated books (I just tried to find them on Google, so if you never hear from me again, assume that DOCS* has come & taken me away for child endangerment) in our kids section...
And today I ordered this:

No prizes for guessing what I'm going to do it it. Or even what it is... you'll just have to wait and see!
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