cornCorn. Singer. Dancer. Nurse. Lover of music. Pursuing God (trying…). Secluded. Pianist. Wannabe gypsy. Silly.

Sewing dresses

I entered a Spring sewing competition! Didn’t win. Eve won.
But i was, “One of 4 people who could’ve won” and, “Oh we had such a hard time deciding!”. So one of four could be anything, i like to say i came second :D
Fabric: The most beautiful thing i’ve seen. “Blue Edera” an Italian designer silk chiffon $59 per metre, there’s only 5 metres left in the whole WORLD and it’s right here in Launnies Ruche fabric store..
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Finally got a chance to wear my Cinderella dress out of the house, at a local Recycled Fashion show.
I altered a charmingly puffy sleeved 80’s wedding gown pattern and gave fabric from the op shop a new life.
Practicing my curtsey in the kitchen.
On stage after i blow a kiss, the MC: “Maybe her prince charming is out there tonight”
*cringe*

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The Jane Austen Festival Australia – yes there is such a thing!
I went because i love costume, dancing, sewing and reading.
Everybody else went because they were crazy (adj. mentally strange, nutty as fruitcake, out of ones tree) about Austen.
Thus i felt a fraud – just quietly I had to push myself to read Mansfield Park seeing as it was the theme for 2014, and silently confess some relief when it was due back at the LINC at only 6 chapters in.
Everyone else was reciting quotes like normal conversation so i tried to laugh along at the appropriate moments while hiding my abysmal hand sewing. “What stitch are you doin there dear?” Oh..a fusion of traditional and uhhh improvising.
My favourite part was the Symposium where learned scholars made analogies with Jane Eyre one of my favourite books.

I came away with a great sense of how precious clothing must have been, seeing as it took me an hour to handsew a 5cm line. I wish we had some of that same value for clothing now.

Which bed  belongs to me?

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“Great DIY Gift ideas”

Title like that i could write for Better homes and gardens!
Note DIY don’t mean cheap, for me it meant messy and experimental.

Body scrub: Dried orange peel and rose petals ground up. Sugar, *not* raw… Coconut butter. Essential oil.
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Vanilla Essence: Slice some vanilla bean pods and add vodka. Best steeped for a month before using. Also now it’s no longer a skanky povvo habit to get happy from your vanilla essence when the wine cupboard is bare as it doubles as vanilla vodka.
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Face washer made into a soap pocket

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Decorate with multitudes of brown string!

Oh parents text.

Do your parents ever send you those typically typo-ed texts that make you belly laugh slash cringe!? I spent a weekend at the caravan in Ulvie and emailed these photos i took to mum n dad. Dad replies with ever enthusiatic buoyant text: Hiya Sweet Great pikkies if Ulvie you took- you should send them to the ABC tv in Hibart- they feature shits that viewers send in every night on the weather- give it a go i bet they will use yours!!

 

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I should be proud to have my shit featured on the nightly news.

Summer dress

DSC09551 DSC09552My last dress for the year at tafe. It’s meant to be a day dress you might wear to work or out to a luncheon, based on spring/summer 2014 fashions.

The gathered fabric is chiffon which being polyester doesn’t sit as beautifully as i imagined. Maybe one day i’ll make myself one from the silk it’s meant to be made of.

Mums

Apart from being ridiculously overinterested in my love life (or lack thereof) my mum is a good egg. Honestly, it is as though it’s impossible to simply be friends with a guy, as soon as i breathe a word of anyone in my life who is remotely male, i get a

“Oooo! *eyes light up* and cue about a thousand needless questions. But why mum why are you even asking that?!
Well! Oh i dont know! Just looking for any information!
*facepalm*

On a more serious note my relationship with my mum has taught me about closeness and pain.
When she was ill for about a year it involved a lot of lying down, not doing/saying much.
There was a lot of sitting together in silence.
Illness is such an isolating thing. But just being there with her, holding her hand, letting her cry, so she didn’t have to bear it alone and somehow we stumbled into solace.
The mother-daughter thing had been turned upside down and i became the nurturer.
Allowing herself to be vulnerable and to share her pain brought our relationship to a deeper level.
I realised the value of pain in life, that closeness can be found in letting others know your suffering.
It has renewed the place of pain in my thinking. Pain can bring beauty, wisdom, strength, depth to this life. Of course it’s everywhere, childbirth, saying sorry, what Jesus did on the cross…

“Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?”
―    John Keats,    Letters of John Keats

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Yellow Bird

This song was featured in the recent movie The Sapphires.

Yellow bird, up high in banana tree
Yellow bird, you sit all alone like me
Did your lady friend leave the nest again?
That is very bad, Makes me feel so sad
You can fly away, In the sky away
You more lucky than me

Yellow bird, up high in banana tree
Yellow bird, you sit all alone like me
Better fly away, In the sky away,
Picker coming soon, Pick from night to noon
Black and yellow you, Like banana too
They may pick you some day

Wish that I were a yellow bird,
I fly away with you
But I am not a yellow bird
So I sit, nothing else to do

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Place

Recently someone drew to my attention the difference between place and location. Somewhere can become something more than just a location when we ascribe meaning to it.

For me it’s the valley below my parents house.Valley
I am always filled with this feeling that i don’t know the word for, maybe it’s awe. It’s like arrrrg it looks so inviting! I feel that i want to become part of the landscape.

Another place is the ocean. Physically the closest i can get to this desire to become, is swimming in the ocean. Being lost in something so huge.

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It also brought a song to mind…prepare yourself for my abysmal guitar playing.

What about fictional places that are important to you?
For me it’s Hell from john Marsdens Tomorrow when the war began series. Growing up in a semi rural area i like the sound of this hidden wild place they discover. Some interesting reflections from Ellie about place and labels:

“‘Why did people call it Hell?’ I wondered. All those cliffs and rocks, and that vegetation, it did look wild. But wild wasn’t Hell. Wild was fascinating, difficult, wonderful. No place was Hell, no place could be Hell. It’s the people calling it Hell, that’s the only thing that made it so. People just sticking names on places, so that no one could see those places properly any more…No, Hell wasn’t anything to do with places, Hell was all to do with people. Maybe Hell was people.”
“People, shadows, good, bad, Heaven, Hell: all of these were names, labels, that was all. Humans had created these opposites: Nature recognised no opposites. Even life and death weren’t opposites in Nature: one was merely an extension of the other.

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