Despite the fact that yesterday afternoon most of the rest of Melbourne and Victoria ducked under cover from a deluge of rain, torrential road rivers and fist sized hailstones, despite the fact that railway stations and art galleries remain closed, a couple of kilometres away we celebrated family birthdays, noted some spots of rain and that was about it. More crazy weather to come this afternoon.
In the meanwhile, the lovely Kylie of 3 Sheets and yonks ago, the very excellent pair from Smitonius and Sonata and the sweet Buttons by Lou Lou tagged me for a Creative Blogger award. Seven things to reveal. Here goes:
I am as superstitious as get out. I touch wood, make deals with pavement cracks, ‘slurp’ back words, say ‘take it back’. It is an affliction inherited from my mother. Put me and my three siblings in the same room, say something we don’t want to happen and we’ll come over like a pack of nutters.
I have a typography affliction, limited storage space and somewhat unlimited patience for a large white wall upon which to do alphabet.
I use words like malarkey, jiffy, thingummyjig, whatsit, strewth, yonks and fair dinkum way too much. I say ‘What do you think it is, Bush Week?’. My kids know the words to Daisy Bell. They can belt ’em out on call. All together now:
Give me your answer do!
I'm half crazy,
All for the love of you!
It won’t be a stylish marriage,
I can’t afford a carriage,
But you'll look sweet upon the seat
Of a bicycle built for two!
Once I did an uplanned, just happened to be passing by, bungee jump from a crane in London. I was terrified only after my feet left the platform, my body arched in the air and there was nothing but me and gravity (and an elastic band). Then I was elated. Afterwards I could have conquered the world.
When I was nineteen I went to Holland to live with my Dutch boyfriend. It lasted two years, but I never did perfect the rolling ‘r’. I also once spilt a glass of red wine on a lady in a cream suit when working in a posh restaurant and told her in Dutch that I was very sorry but I needed to apologise in English.
My third baby was a water birth in our living room. This is the single most amazing thing I have ever done.
I am grumpy in the mornings, stubborn, fiery, good at admitting wrong, terrified of mice, brave with spiders, a stickler for ‘fair’, bad at texting without punctuation, appalling at Twitter, writer of lists, prone to hibernation, winging the parenting, an uninspired cook, a night owl and until recently a sufferer of a brooch hang up. Thanks to Cam, Sophie, ReRead and this beauty by Sandrine, plus coaching and art direction from these two, I can now do confident brooch. Just don’t let on if I have it all wrong.
I’m supposed to tag seven bloggers - so here goes, in a casual, only if you want to sort of fashion: Heather, Z, Madeline, Sophie, Drewzel, The Mrs, Pam.
One Other Thing
10.30pm last Wednesday I was walking from the city approaching the College of the Arts on the way to my car. Along the daytime jam-packed but now quiet St Kilda Road came a girl cycling. Sitting, with back straight, legs a’peddling, she moved her arms in a fluid, silent choreography. A breathtaking, fleeting, bicycle ballet. I turned to watch until she was lost in street lights and waiting taxis. A tiny, fortuitous gift.
‘T is For Towel’ Giveaway Hint
There are lots of brilliant ‘second draw’ email entries coming in and I am BLOWN AWAY by how differently people think. Currently there is only one silhouette which seems to be (unsurprisingly) causing consistent across-the-board difficulty. If you’re unsure about an animal-like critter, could it be a looney marsupial?