Am wading through photos of craft weekend just past - half re-living the delight of hanging out with the funniest group of introverts I know, and half being a bit miffed that it's a good five months until the next one. Luckily most of those months will be summer, which in itself is something to look forward to. Unless it's stinking hot and dry. But I have a feeling we are going to have another wet green summer.
Work is crazy busy. Big new office. After four weeks and three desk moves am just starting to feel like part of the furniture. But it's great, at the end of the day, I can do desk to couch in 30 minutes if I put my mind to it. By foot. Are you impressed with that? I am. OK dog tired, off to knit before early bed. Another big (non work) day tomorrow. Craft weekend pictures and post tomorrow or the day after.
So. I'm having a great year for hosiery. Tights and footless tights options abound. Even bought a pair of patterned tights with a view to turning them into footless tights to wear with boots. It's been a long time since there have been nice patterned tights in my size, actually probably never since I've been the sort of size I am now. (Basque plus size) The helpful woman at Myer even suggested another brand I might like to try too - she said she'd been hearing some good things about them. Excellent. And good on them for actually carrying the stock.
However, my other shopping mission yesterday was new bras. I have been wearing the "Touched" by Berlei underwire style in a size 20DD for about ten years now - with a break while pregnant and breastfeeding. I loved that it was comfortable, had a natural smooth shape with a degree of support and lasted pretty well. Perfect for wearing under t-shirts. And it came in black. Also good, because I don't do beige. I desperately need to replace them but I haven't been able to find them in the shops or online. The sizes stop at 16DD now. Apparently these days, they are only being marketed to young women, because the stretchy material suits growing bodies. Fine. I can see that. But it suited me too. Why can't the same product be made to serve a number of different markets? Isn't that sort of efficiency a plus from a marketing point of view?
Moving on. I breathed deeply and after wandering around the David Jones lingerie department aimlessly for some time, prepared to subject myself to the hideous process of being fitted for a bra. With two assistants. The older woman was actually not much older than me, but seemed worlds away and couldn't seem to understand that I just did not want to do beige or lace. Or spend $98 on a bra. And that I was not prepared to buy a minimiser bra. I explained to her that when you are "big", you want definition where you can get it. Actually, I may have used the word "fat" at one point, much to her horror and discomfort. She said she agreed with me, but still the minimisers kept coming. I suppose there wasn't that much else to choose from. Anyway, discussing how the minimiser worked with the younger woman, she said that they squash the bosom under your arms. Nice. We agreed it wasn't a great look. I suppose that the "minimiser", a term I find somewhat offensive, is sold on the basis that if your body is big enough to jiggle or protrude then you'd want to do everything you could to make it look less so. Even if that means having your breasts squashed sideways or under your arms. Which looks weird, well it looks weird on me. If that's what some women want - then by all means cater to that desire - but don't assume that we're all the same. Or want the same thing. Or that we all have a problem with our breasts protruding and taking up space. Although I like a degree of support, I certainly do not want to be be minimised. No, I don't.
In the end I bought a beigeish Fayreform bra. The "Helen" which looks like an instrument of torture but was the best fit and shape. Despite the palaver of fitting, I was exactly the size I thought I would be, 22DD. If it is comfortable next week I am going to buy some more online. In black. Because David Jones doesn't have them in any other colour than "gold" which is really a hotted up beige. Another thing I don't get - why would you allow your shop to be essentially a fitting service and then have your customers buy the colours they really want at a cheaper price online? Because while I was there with my card and spending the money, I probably would have bought several. Or if they had an online shop as well, they could leverage the service they had already provided. Stupid. Anyway, am also going to try the Sara bra - which DJs used to stock but now don't. So I'll just take a punt and buy it online. Because I can.
So why is it so hard to buy good basics? Do they not want my money? One would think not.
It's true, they don't. And not only because daylight savings fades the curtains. They have issues getting dinner on the table at 6.30 because beer o'clock seems to last for longer and then the unicorn children don't go to bed at a reasonable time. Mummy unicorns especially dislike having to go to bed at what seems like an absurdly early hour before they've got all their very important stuff done and then having to get up even earlier. Unicorns tend to think saving daylight is a totally stupid idea.
Image from Nut and Bee via here that I found here, after going here from here. Yeah, some nights I go clickety click and just look at the pretty pictures.
Brrr. It's cold. Not spring like at all. Or perhaps it is. When I walked home from the station tonight, it was fine, then it rained, then it cleared up and the sun came out. There was a rainbow that kept getting bigger and then it threatened to rain again. Oh, and there was thunder and at one point an antarctic breeze. And that was all on a walk just long enough to count as an October daily walk.
I had imagined that every day of my holiday I would sleep late, craft a little, walk a bit, do some yoga, spend pleasant quality time with my charming child and delightful partner and you know, blog the fantasy. A bit like how I imagined my blog would be when I first started. (I think I've just had my three year blogiversary but I'm just too lazy to go back and check when that first awkward post was.) Anyway, I have chained myself to the computer to finish this - High School for Coburg - it was something I said that I would do a while back, but finishing it had turned into the essay that I didn't want to write. Telly became totally alluring at night and I suddenly all sorts of reasons why I be didn't want to be on the computer, except for the occasional tweet. (Yes, at uni I used to leave essays to the last possible moment) Anyway, I am totally appalled that our area doesn't have an all ages, open entry high school and I encourage anyone with an interest in this issue to head on over and sign the petition.
It's been interesting using blogger. I have to say that while blogger is easier in some respects (the widgets and lists are easier to use and specific to each blog) and free is really hard to beat, it feels nice to come back to typepad. No having to put pictures on flickr first to get decent sized images. Easy to find widgets (although I wish typepad had the updated blogroll one), a big compose area. Typepad also enables you to add PDF and other files and show them as a link which is an advantage. However if it wasn't for blogger not having this facility, I wouldn't have discovered Scribd, kind of like a youtube for accountants, which lets you embed a picture of the file, and a link and is easy to download and email. Perfect for our puposes really. Blogger is also much more feasible than Typepad for multi authoring and having more than one admin without having to pay an outrageous monthly fee for a business account. I'd probably consider swapping platforms if there was an easy way to move my content across. You would think it would just be a slightly tedious import/export scenario, but no I would have to cut and paste each post, each link and each image.
Gratuitous unicorn picture found on google images the other week, just because.... (and I'm a bit sick of my photos at the moment.. it's a light, or rather lack of light thing)
Anyway, if I had been blogging over the last week or so, then I would have been able to tell you about the freezing week while G was in Queensland on holiday. The week in which I had to do dishes (he normally does them because I think we should get a dishwasher and he says, why? I do all the dishes anyway - which is an argument that's hard to beat but it's a system that falls down when he's not around), the house descended into patches of total chaos and I accompanied Grace's childcare as a parent volunteer on an excursion to the children's museum. I am now certain that childcare workers don't get paid enough. The bus was very exciting and so was the museum, but keeping track of all those children! And to top it off, Grace had the most massive tantrum on the way home and when I tried to put get her in the car so she could go home for a desperately needed nap, she bit me on the cheek. Charming. We've since made up but every now and then I wonder whether I should go back to work early. Perhaps I need to do some sewing tomorrow.
Last week did have some bright spots though. Like mail! From bloggers! Once again proving how nice bloggers are, even when you yourself are being the harpy from hell. The first little gift in the mail was from h&b. She'd remembered that Grace had liked this photo and sent her a print in the mail (and let me know that she was doing this so I was happy to let Grace open the envelope). It looks even more amazing in real life than on flickr, despite the fact that Grace has loved it before I could put it on the wall. The second gift was a little handmade leather pouch containing some amber for good luck for me from Alby Mangroves. I won it! Fair and square I'm sure, although I should point out I guess, that I do know her in real life... Thanks h&b and Alby! You sent brightness into a week that had some darker moments. Once again proving that bloggers in our corner of the blogisphere are pretty damn special.
Last month at the Stitches and Craft show, I was looking around Sandra from Winterwood's stall, considering buying a felt animal kit. With the intention of making something charming and special for Grace's birthday. Never mind that there's a dodgy Steiner doll languishing unfinished in my handsewing basket that has been there for over a year. And then I saw the unicorn. It's so perfect, I thought, it will be for display only or I really won't be able to afford it (and for good reason, because it would have taken hours to make). Anyway, I picked up the little unicorn and he felt beautiful and soft in my hand. Grace would adore him. Then I saw he had a price tag and yes I could afford him (but unfortunately not as well as a Betty Jo brooch which had been my plan for a show treat - never mind, next time). So anyway, unicorn came home with me and lived hidden in my wardrobe until the day of the little girl's birthday.
And I was right. She loves him. Constantly. Unicorn is already not quite as white as before. He likes eating gum leaves and very small gum nuts and sleeping under a hanky. She holds him in her hand or in the crook of her arm while she watches telly. Often he sleeps with her at night and has gone to childcare to be her sleep toy. Last night I spent some time googling unicorns and wikipedia says that according to legend the unicorn is fierce yet good, selfless yet solitary, but always mysteriously beautiful. He could be captured only by unfair means, and his single horn was said to neutralize poison. Personally, I worry about this one being small and as he is carried around everywhere, he might get lost. When I suggested to Grace that he might get lost, she said but then you could get me another one. To which I replied, this is the only unicorn just like this one. He's very special. A lady mummy knows made him by hand, and if he is lost, he is gone. She seemed to take that OK.
I have more unicorn research to do, but right now, we are very happy to have this little unicorn in our midst.