Last night I logged in to this blog for the first time in quite a while and had some very nice comments that had been waiting for me… so with responses sent I lavished in my little corner of the interwebs and wondered what sort of wildly worthy piece of work I could produce without going overboard on alliteration (among other things.).
The answer came from my nephew’s cunning trap… you know the one, make an odd post on Facebook and then whoever comments on it has to carry on the chain. Well I got stuck in his trap and commented on his silly status before heading off to my next thing. Now exposed and converted, I proudly proclaim:
Raise breast cancer awareness by sharing something slightly odd.
When I came back to my computer hours later, nephew dearest had replied to me via private message. Now that our secret is out, life goes on like this: sorry (not sorry) but these are the rules… and on this blog these rules apply to you as well, dear reader. Ooh I’m a sneaky one!
“Dear fellow fairy, I have won at this game and now so have you. Increased breast cancer awareness is our grand prize: more awareness means more lives saved, faster. You liked or commented on my status so now it is up to you: share, post, or tweet the following message as your status to continue the game for breast cancer awareness (unless you have lost your sense of humour.).”
“I know nobody reads my status updates… but sometimes, when I’m alone I get wrapped up in my fairy wings and lather butter all over myself and slide around the kitchen floor pretending that I am a fairy.”
I found myself catching a thought about this blog and how I’ve not added to it for some time. I was even contemplating closing it down.
I figured a few less things to do and worry about would be good for my soul. While I think the thinking is correct, surely removing this blog is not one of the right things to remove.
If I recall the reasons I started writing back in 2011 and the happiness it brought me over the following months, why then does it make sense to delete this little corner of the interwebs? What about the smiles it brought to those who read it, and according to my stats, still are reading it??
IT DOESN’T MAKE SENSE.
Phew, I’m glad I got that sorted out.
I’m not sure when my next creative foray will come to be published here, time is fickle and energy sporadic.
I feel the need to return to the notion that my sewing and creative time is above all else, happy and relaxed therapy time. Not mending time, not favour time, not client time, not business development time.
Just ordinary, unobstructed creative free time so I can revive myself and get clarity for living the rest of my life. It’s not a luxury for me, it’s vital to remaining balanced in this crazy money-hungry middle-class.
On a recent trip to Canberra, I visited the tourist-y area Gold Creek with my family. We had a lovely day of wondering shops and afternoon tea. On our way back to the car, there’s always one last shop to look in…
And look what I found! The shop lady said it was still in working condition, thought the electric cables need to be replaced for safe use. We opened the case and the little box of goodies that came with it all over the shop floor… I was in love… but how much was it? $50?? OK then…
It came home with me.
I was determined to carry this extremely heavy ‘travel’ model back to the car myself, but it turned into a shared family experience as they took pity on me taking a break every 20 metres. So we all took turns taking it back to the car together.
Back at home I took all the bits our to see what I had collected with more time and a glass of whiskey.
Complete with operating manual! Check out those illustrations!
Certainly it’s not a Singer, but a pretty machine nonetheless. With the little research I’ve done so far I think it’s a model from the late 1930s or mid 1950s.
I haven’t gleaned much about the manufacturer of the sewing machine motor yet, Warner Drayton Co. of Australia Pty Ltd operating from Footscray, a metro suburb in Victoria. Although I did find this advertisement in the National Library of Australia archives which shows the company was still going strong in 1963, with electric fans just in time for the summer heat!
At the moment my new old sewing machine awaits patiently in Canberra. Once it is serviced and it comes home, I’m thinking it will be my dedicated corset-sewing machine…
I’ve been really busy lately, and thankfully some of this busy-ness is over now so I can start to relax again. I thought I would be able to finish a small project this weekend and decided to spend an hour unwinding with glue.
I recently rediscovered some gold foil I had bought during my Uni days. I’ve also been rather unimpressed with my handbag lately and have started looking in shops for a replacement. But then I thought, why not just make the uninspired inspiring again?! The three ideas met while standing in a queue one day and they have been awaiting their moment ever since.
I even have a before shot, complete with pre-cleaning handbag contents:
Boring, beige, lumpy handbag. And then…
I didn’t take any progress photos, but essentially the process was:
Wipe bag down with acetone.
Spray with spray adhesive.
Apply gold foil sheets with a slightly damp brush in a dabbing motion.
Cover with PVA glue.
Let dry overnight.
Peel off PVA glue because you realised it was the wrong glue and it has stopped the gold foil being shiny.
Brush off any excess and smooth it all over with a nail brush.
Place gold glue peelings in a jar. They gotta be handy for something.
My dears, it’s time for a crochet post. Are you ready?!
This is my latest achievement with crochet. The centre in black is New Zealand possum yarn and is very light and warm. The purple on the outside is a stock standard wool from the crafty department store, nothing really special. It is heavier than the possum yarn so the drape is a little unpredictable depending where you’re holding it from, but I like it nonetheless.