Wednesday 26 January 2011

I love my sunburnt country

Happy Australia Day, Aussies!
This year we celebrate 223 years since the arrival of the First Fleet. I also, personally, celebrate 223 years since the arrival of my convict ancestors, and that my family has been a part of this country right from the very beginning.
So, on this; the one day of the year when public displays of national pride having nothing to do with sporting events; let me share a few things I love about my country…
- the bush, because of all its beautiful and unique flora and fauna, most of which is only found in this country
- the ocean: Great Barrier Reef, need I say more? If you’ve never seen it first hand, I highly recommend it, because nowhere else on earth comes close.
- koalas, because they’re unbelievably cute and always pee on tourists… without fail… every darn time.
- cricket. It’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but I have three brothers so I never really stood a chance of avoiding it. It’s fabulous when we’re beating our arch-rivals, the British, and when we’re not, there’s nothing like a nanna-nap on the lounge, in front of the tv, on a hot summer’s day. The terminology is also helpful when seeking to confuse non-cricket-fans, or anyone not from a Commonwealth country.
- Federation, and the fact that our country was formed through debate, consultation and voting, rather than bloody conflict. Most historians will claim this was deliberate, but I’m not most historians, and I say it was because we were lazy, and still are today. Why fight when there’s an easier, less strenuous way? Being lazy (or laid-back) is the Aussie way. We even have the beer helmet so we don’t have to keep lifting those wickedly heavy stubbies and cans all the way to our mouths. Need I argue on? Well I won’t. I’m too lazy.
Stay safe and look out for your mates.

Sunday 23 January 2011

more hours in the day, please!

So much to do, so little time!
I blame craft. It’s entirely too enticing, the possibilities are fantastic and endless, and my craft room is a testament to this. So many projects half finished, so many yet to be started.
The fact that I have the attention span of a goldfish at times and a tendency to be easily distracted, especially by shiny things (ooh shiny!) probably doesn’t help, but neither do craft sales, especially when fabric and patterns are on sale. How could I resist? I only have so much self control, and most of that is holding cravings for coffee and chocolate at bay. Now there’s the mad rush to get as much done as possible, before the university semester starts and I have absolutely no spare time whatsoever. But of course, I can’t do one thing until I’ve finished ten others. It’s frustrating and overwhelming, but on the bright side, I’m never bored!
Another strange phenomenon is people assuming that just because I spend most of my time mucking around with a sewing machine, I have anything resembling skills and talent. The requests for random items of clothing I can handle, as I treat each project as a learning experience, but the offers of payment are a little strange, anything beyond the cost of the materials seems like highway robbery to me. A brief stint in retail must have broken my brain, getting paid to do something that’s amazingly fun and creative feels wrong. Hopefully practice will make perfect. Both with the sewing machine and taking people’s money ^_^