Sunday, March 08, 2015

Friendship and a wedding.



I went to a wedding recently which was also attended by a group of my most wonderful friends from school. It really drove home how lonely I sometimes feel in this big anonymous city. And also how awesome my friends are.


But the point of this is not to be maudlin, it is simply to share some lovely photos.

The church pews all had a little glass bottle with a freesia and a white lisianthus
I loved the flowers so, so much! The bouquets had garden roses, freesias, hypericum berries, lisianthus and little daisies. I think the purple filler is limonium....could be very wrong though!


There were little pots of honey to take home. I saw a number of people take multiples...
The reception was low key, with little bottles and mason jars, and paper garlands strung up all around. 



The cake was made by the mother of the bride (and maybe the groom too,  I wasn't quite sure), and was simple but very pretty. One layer was some kind of chocolate and the other white chocolate and citrus. Usually I'm not a fan of white chocolate, but this one was something else, especially mixed with cream cheese buttercream. 
Yup. Awesome. 



Saturday, March 07, 2015

On hobbies. Particularly, sewing.

I love sewing, mainly because my ego gets really inflated when someone compliments me on my outfit and I'm like, "oh... this, yah, I made it...no big deal", and then the person is incredibly impressed at my amazing skills and general awesomeness.  Like I said, no big deal.

But at some point in the last couple of years, like many other things, my hobby fell by the wayside.


I can identify a number of major factors in the demise:
  1. Every time I would sew something, I would follow the pattern measurements to a tee, and so if the pattern said I was a 18, I would cut am 18, vanity sizing be damned. Every single damn thing I made was too big. You know what, fuck vogue and McCall patterns, their sizing is a lie. Don't trust the measurements! *
  2. I am lazy. And I procrastinate. It's hard to justify sewing on the weekend when you have a 5000 word essay to write from scratch due on Monday. 
  3. I was getting progressively fatter, and I didn't want the sizing to be an actual accurate reflection.... 
  4. Sometimes you just have to spend the weekend watching a season of Friday night lights or the west wing. 
  5. Mental health greatly impacts upon my ability to get out of bed on the weekend. And it's hard to sew from underneath a blanket. 
  6. Clutter. Fuck loads of it. I need someone to come to my house and throw things out. All of the things. 
As a consequence of my hiatus, when I pulled my sewing machine out last weekend to alter a shirt which is now too big, it was covered in dusty grime. I cleaned that shit off, but now I feel like a bad person because everyone knows that dust inside a sewing machine can only mean certain death. Something like that, anyway.

Also, I always take shortcuts when I'm sewing and so made the darts in the shirt too deep. Consequently, it still doesn't fit because now it's too small. It's slippery fabric, so I figure it will be easier to loose 2 more kg than unpick it and start again.

I have some time to burn this weekend, and some readings I need to be doing, so...Behold, I made cover for my Janome DC2050. It's the most popular entry level Janome model, apparently. One of the ways they make it affordable is to not include a cover...
Some advice: buy packs of patterned tea towels from Bed Bath n Table. They have so many great patterns, and at easter, their range of rabbit themed napery is so vast it is almost overwhelming. You can use all of those adorable rabbit-themed pieces of fabric to sew rabbit-themed assorted fantastic objects. Some of the tea towels are pre-embroidered, so if you sew something using the decorated bit (see above, and below), it will appear that you are especially skilled and crafty.


This cover was supposed to have a little opening in the top for access to the carry handle. I measured, and traced, and drew up a pattern. But somehow I totally, completely fucked up the measurements anyway. So it's just a cover. Nothing fancy. It's not quilted or anything (I saw some really fancy patterns on the interwebs) because its primary purpose is to look good and stop dusty grime from getting in the innards.


Perhaps next weekend I will tackle something more adventurous, like a cover for my overlocker or my KitchenAid. I'm all out of TV episodes at the moment anyway. 




*I found out today, from the internets, that for American patterns such as Vogue and McCalls, you are supposed to use the upper bust measurement. My mind is blown, and I wish someone had told me that four years ago. 

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Are you an Australian child of the 80s?

I have never had a conversation with anyone born in Australia in the 80s who is unable to complete the following sentence:

"I had the xxxx cake. "

In different offices of colleagues from very varied background, in other countries, among my older brother's friends and younger friends' siblings, the Australian Women's Weekly Birthday Cake Cookbook is a unifying factor. The tie that binds us, no matter how unlikely.

By the way, if  you attempted to fill in the blank with "rocket ship", then you are clearly lying. No one's mum made the rocket ship. You are done here*

The vintage edition of the Birthday Cake Cookbook, from a time when popcorn (rubber ducky, page 38), potato chips (rubber ducky again... no one I know ever had the rubber ducky), lime jelly crystals (the swimming pool, page 23), and a small piece of coloured cardboard (crawly caterpillar, page 46), were normal cake ingredients, has sold more than half a million copies since it was published in 1980.

 Just so we're clear, the 1980 version is the only version worth mentioning here. The updated "Kid's Birthday Cakes" is a pathetic imitation of the original. 


I definitely recall having the following cakes, many of which were made by my grandmother (with whom I share my birthday and my affinity for cake decorating:
  • Piano - 1991. I remember being so embarrassed that the party bags contained things like pens and paper clips rather than lollies.
  • Swimming pool (mum definitely made that one, because I remember it testing her patience greatly...) - I don't recall the year, but I know that my birthday party was at the Pine Forest and the jelly didn't set properly.
  • Little piggy - possibly 1990. All I remember is mum making the marshmallow flowers, which, incidentally, are super easy to make but look as though you put in a lot of effort.
  • Lucy ladybird - we camped in the back yard and my little friends were mean to me. So, you know, a normal day.
  • Maypole - my grandmother made this one, and we were at our now-defunct beach house. She used little tiny people and wrapped them in ribbon for clothes. I don't think my cake was covered in green-dyed coconut grass though.
  • Dolly Varden - could have been 1992. My party was in the garage. The cake was piped all over, like the icecream version and dancing girl, and came complete with dismembered doll. The doll body must have been covered in fondant or royal icing, because I remember gnawing the hard icing off after the fact.
My brother and I attempted to recreate the magic for my nephew's 1st birthday. You need a very big cake board...

Hilariously, my brother thought that it would be possible to ice the thing with a sort of foodie ganache which was liquid, because they wanted to avoid "that sickly-sweet butter cream". Hah. Hahahaha. The structural integrity of these things depends on butter cream.


Yup. Nailed it.



*Originally I asserted that no one's mum made the castle, but my over-achieving colleague informed me that in fact, her mum made the castle and that "it's not that hard". It is, after all, made of a square cake with some upturned ice-cream cones.... to my 10-year-old self, the magic seemed much greater...

Saturday, January 31, 2015

Some thoughts about rabbits

I was browsing the interwebs this morning, and found this blanket cloak. It is clear to me that I require this travel warming gown leg warmer. As clear as the day.


Just so we're clear, I wasn't actually looking for a portable cloak fleece... as it happens, everyday happy smile also purveys an awesome felt handbag organiser, and that is what I was looking at...


I am thinking of buying some to add to my stash of presents* as I have the same in green and it is great. I don't think mine ever looks quite as organised though...

Anyway.

Some other thoughts about rabbits, of the non-fleece cloak variety.

Things that are true about rabbits:

1.    They are definitely super cute. That cannot be disputed. And obviously, mine are the cutest.


2.    They dislike being held, stroked or looked at. They have sharp claws, powerful hind legs, and are not above a warning nip to put some asshole back in her place. Rabbits are terrible pets for children.

3.    Rabbits chew everything, including but not limited to: telephone cables, ethernet cables, power cables, screen door mesh, screen door rubber, table legs, chair legs, actual legs. 


Things that are categorically not true about rabbits. Do not believe what anyone tells you:

1.    Their digestive systems are not as sensitive as the rabbit blogs lead you to think. See point three, above. I have also concluded that they are impervious to the forces of electricity. See point three, again. 

2.    You cannot really litter train a rabbit. Saying that the rabbit will pick its own toileting location does not equate to ‘litter training’. Binky decided that her preferred location was the carpet at the front door. That was not the same location as the litter box. 


3.    Although I have seen video evidence on youtube, I do not believe that rabbits can really be trained to wear a harness. And I think that to get a rabbit to show-jump you must drug it with powerful chemicals.  

 


    *My friend Nicky once told me that possession of a present box is a mark of adulthood. Whooosh.... I've made it!!

    Saturday, January 24, 2015

    Retail therapy

    I never knew that the Australia Day long weekend meant that there were sales on. How could I not have known this?

    To commemorate 1788, whatever you wish to call it, you should go shopping. It's the right thing to do.

    Australia Day Shopping Spree



    Allow me to guide you:
    Sportscraft has 20% off new arrivals, bigger markdowns on sale items, and free shipping this weekend.
    Oroton has the online outlet open, and there are some handbags with deep, deep discounts.
    French Connection has some cute tops on sale.
    Review has an extra 30% off reduced items (and $75 off full price dresses, which means a new Review dress will only cost you an arm, rather than an arm and a leg).
    Birdsnest has free shipping all weekend with code AUSDAY.
    ASOS has 20% off full-price with BBQSHRIMP.
    Shoebox has 26% off everything... see what they did there? 
    <a href=http://ezibuy.com.au>Ezibuy</a> has an additional 20% off everything, including reduced items using JAN20
    ShopSaison doesn't have a special sale on, but you should go and buy many things anyway, because everything is so lovely and they put so many free samples in with each shipment.


    If only pay day lined up with Australia Day. If only. 


    Things you should never do

    When I first started wearing Chanel perfume (after some serious soul searching, followed by the realisation that it really can't be had cheaper online) I got caught out a few times because of how strong it is. In the confines of public transport, there was just too much sillage. I would try not to move too much in the hope that the cloud would settle around me, but I knew people were judging.

    By the way, I never knew until now that it is pronounced see-yazh... not sill-age. Embarrassing.


    
In honour of my faux pas, and in addition to the seven things you're not supposed to talk about, here is a timely reminder of some other things that you should never do, especially on public transport in summer:

    1. You should never wear Clinique Aromatics Elixir or Marc Jacobs Daisy.
         

      Aromatics Elixir smells like an old lady who has been rolled in old-lady-perfume and mothballs for a decade. Per Fragrantica (authoritative source), its longevity is "very long lasting" and sillage is "enormous", which makes it inappropriate for use on public transport (or, I would argue, any kind of use at all). I once had a sample vial, and about 30 minutes after a single spray on my wrist, I vomited because of the migraine it brought on. And no amount of scrubbing could get rid of it.

      Marc Jacobs Daisy I do not understand. It's obviously popular because there are now 760 different variations, but it smells of nothing except synthetic musk and something else revolting. I've read a lot of reviews that call it fresh, and light and inoffensive, but it just turns my nose. I am in agreement with the reviewers on Fragrantica who liken it to bananas, shampoo, canned strawberry pie (is that a thing?), play doh, the smell of a cheap shoe store, and bad memories.  

    2. You should never smell really bad first thing in the morning, especially in the closed confines of a train carriage. If you are a stinker, you have options!! Shower and use clinical strength deodorant. You don’t even have to use deodorant. Just shower, wear clean clothes, and keep your arms down. And stop bitching about how men are discriminated against because they have to wear suits while women wear skirts and singlets in the heat. Just take off your jacket, fool!

      If you don’t want to block up your pores with toxins and get cancer or Alzheimer’s Disease, why don't you do some reading instead and learn that there’s no conclusive evidence to support a link between antiperspirant deodorant and cancer.

      Also, patchouli is not deodorant. And those hippy crystals do nothing. I know because I'm allergic to, and so have tried, everything, including hippy crystals.

    3. You should never take your bike on the train in peak hour. It’s just rude. Also, logic dictates that if you’re taking your bike on the train, you are not riding it; therefore, no one needs to see your lycra-strapped pouch. 

    4. You should not have loud phone conversations, unless they are very interesting.
      Interesting topics include friends who are cheating, poor life choices, and whether NARS The Multiple is as good as everyone says it is. Uninteresting topics include anything that makes it clear you are a wanker (expensive cars, how you talk to people who are beneath you, and anything related to ‘the markets’) or work in HR.

    5. You should not brush your long, tangled, nasty damp hair when it is in flicking distance of those around you. I know that some people are against grooming of any kind on the train, but at least when someone is putting on their makeup there’s no danger of coming into contact with their bodily fluids or particles. Your dander is disgusting. No. No no. 


    And just so we're clear on the seven things you're not supposed to talk about (your period, diet, your health, how you slept, your dreams, route talk, and money): nobody cares. I can't help myself... so all of those things feature heavily in my day-to-day conversations.

    But never on public transport.


    Saturday, January 17, 2015

    I think that's a dollar bill stuck in my craw

    In Japan last year, during our annual pilgrimage to Rinku Premium Outlets, I made a big mistake. Two mistakes, actually.

    First, had I known that Under Armour heat gear costs as much as an actual wood-fired heater in Australia, I would have bought more of those shirts. Second, upon testing the North Face Terra 55L pack, I should have just sucked it up and purchased. At the time, I didn't think I needed or wanted a second (smaller) pack, but now that we have decided to become adventurous campers, I realise my thinking was all wrong.

    My outdoor adventure essentials...
    I already own most of this...and although I don't usually advocate buying clothes too small in the hope of losing weight, I'll admit that I deliberately bought the Marmot GTX pants in M, which was a touch snug, as a motivational tool.

    Late 2012
    You have heard, haven't you, about how people who shop online are going to ruin the Australian economy?  And how online shopping will cost Australia thousands of jobs and it's all down to the GST threshold for overseas goods being too low. [2014-15: they're still talking about changing the GST threshold]

    For someone like me, who has a pathological fear of both crowds and shop assistants, online shopping is mecca. I can browse at my leisure which, since I leave the house each morning before 9am and return no earlier than 7pm, falls far outside normal retail hours. I can answer my own questions, rather than trying futilely to catch the eye of the indifferent and haughty casual worker who doesn't want to help, doesn't know the answer and couldn't give a shit anyway (General Pants, JB Hi-Fi, the George St Apple Store, Bing Lee, any Myer store etc).

    Combine a phobia of others with lack of choice and poor service, and the result is that I would much rather spend my time and money browsing the glittering, shiny halls of the interwebs. I am ruining Australia with my love of cheap overseas goods and thirst for a bargain.

    I am happy to pay a premium to shop from an Australian store, even though the majority of large online Australian retailers charge higher shipping prices, and take longer to ship things, than the US and UK sites I frequent. Sometimes it's more convenient to buy local. Sometimes I need to try it on or feel the fabric.* Sometimes in the fabric store, where all the assistants are motherly types who remember my name, I like to ask for advice about what colour thread I should buy. And I understand that our wages are higher, and our rent is really expensive. That's all fine. I don't mind paying a bit extra! But there are limits!


    Well well... in 2012 I went on to do a detailed price breakdown (and took into account differences ex GST, inc shipping), although at the time it was skewed by the very strong Australian dollar. I've updated the prices and summarised below:



    Australia (AUD$)
    US/online
    Nars The Multiple
    52 - Mecca Cosmetica
    39 - Sephora (USD)
    OPI Nicole nail polish
    14.95 - Adore Beauty
    6.99 - Ulta (USD)
    Kate Spade lacey zip wallet
    359 - Dstore
    255 (AUD) - Nordstrom
    Aveda Clove conditioner
    39.95 - Aveda AU
    23 - Amazon (USD)
    Clinique eyeshadow quad
    60 - Clinique AU
    47 (AUD) - Strawberrynet
    Benefit benetint
    55 - Benefit AU
    30 - Sephora (USD)
    North Face terra 55L
    280 - North Face AU
    143 - Back Country (USD)
    Salomon Ellipse hiking shoe
    150 (was 200) - Mountain Designs
    104 - Amazon

    When I first wrote this is 2012, many of my favoured US retailers either didn't offer international shipping or they used Fifty-one/Borderfree, which were expensive and didn't have flat-rate fees. Since then, a lot has changed. Modcloth, Urban Outfitters, Nordstrom, Macys, J. Crew and more offer cheap, flat-rate shipping once you purchase over ~100 bucks' worth of merch.

    I am also frustrated by the lack of variety available in Australia. For example, if I want a pair of Marc Jacobs mouse flats, which I do,  I can choose a single style which is sold by David Jones for AU$429. Or I could buy the pair that I really want from Nordstrom for AU$255. Where is the incentive to buy in Australia?
    Presumably, retailers moving wholesale stock are paying much less for the privilege of filling up shipping container than a retail customer pays to have one parcel put on a jet, so I just don't understand how this whole system works.

    I'm happy to believe the possibility that the supplier charges a premium that has to be passed on, but what about brands that have store-fronts or department store concessions in Australia (eg. in the table above, Aveda, Benefit, Clinique)? Call me cynical, but what a massive surprise that even now Australia has Sephora, everything costs a lot more.

    Coming back to my Rinku error, North Face block the sale of their products in the US, so retailers cannot ship to Australia. That pack I want... should have bought it in Japan when I had the chance.

    Maybe I will just have to go to America and do some shopping...