Season of Change

Season of Change Feature

Here’s something you probably don’t know if you’ve never had hayfever: Spring is hell.  There’s no delight in the growing warmth. There’s no feeling of anticipation for the bounteous season ahead. That moment when Winter starts to fade away, revealing lush fields of grass and eager flowers, is no cause for celebration. There’s just resignation and a trip to the chemist for whatever treatment makes the whole time bearable.

That’s been my reaction to Spring for my entire life… until now. I gave up sugar last year and it came with a surprise benefit: no hayfever. For the first time in ever, I’m excited about Spring. The flowers are gorgeous! The warm wind blowing the grass fields is delectable! The blossom-scented air smells positively delightful!

Forget that feeling of impending doom – all I’m getting is a desire to do ALL OF THE THINGS.

Make curtains!

Finish all my sewing projects (and start sixty more)!

Overhaul my website!

You know, the standard list of things. I’m sure yours is much the same.

I’ve never felt this way before and it’s strange but I’m planning to make the most of it. And since some of that Spring energy is going to be dedicated to this website, I thought I’d get you all up to speed with what you can expect in the next few weeks. Continue reading

What Happens on Band Camp…

If you were to sit me down one day and say, “Katie, I am so incredibly fascinated by your entire life story – pray tell me, what was your favourite thing about secondary school?” then my answer would be, simply: Band.

I ended up in Band by pure chance, which is just as well, because I have a terrible habit of holding myself back from trying exciting things by telling myself all of the ways it will go wrong. Luckily for me, my Year 7 history teacher just happened to have taken over the Band programme and she decided to look for a piano player in our class for complicated reasons that would bore you should I go into them. The short version goes like this: I was there; I played piano; I’d passed the highest AMEB exam of the piano players in the class – I was in.

All of my best memories of secondary school revolve around Band and my VCE History class, because I had an amazing History teacher who gave us lollipops in our last class and told us to save them for the exam because having a lollipop in our mouth would make our brains work better. I’m not sure how that would have gone down in exam conditions, so it’s lucky we all dealt with our lollipops long before the exam turned up.

But as much as I loved History, Band was even better. Continue reading

Don’t Look Back in Envy

In recent times, I’ve come to realise that while there are plenty of pros to looking backwards (you can check out if you’re being followed by some weirdo, for example), there are a lot more cons (you’re more likely to run into things. A lot more likely. Bruises are in your very near future.). And while this applies to everyday moments such as walking down the street, it also applies to less prosaic situations such as how far we’ve come as people.

For example:

Have you ever discovered a plan you’d totally forgotten about? Despite the fact it was quite detailed and you’d written a whole bunch of notes on it and were totally planning to do something about it in that mystical time known as ‘tomorrow’?*

This happened to me the other day. Continue reading

Not Quite Progress

Has anyone else noticed that it’s almost October?  The last time I looked, it was July.  What happened there?

I guess moving house took up a significant portion of that time around here.  I’ve also spent a lot of time thinking, I really should sort out my sewing room and study so I can actually use them, which is time that would have been better spent actually sorting out my sewing room and study, because at present, the only one using said rooms is my cat, Pickle, who has decided my desk chair is better suited to her afternoon sleeping requirements than any sitting I might be thinking of doing on it.

But today I’ve been reading blog posts from people who are sorting out their sewing spaces or trying to get into good routines and it’s made me think I should combine the two and see what happens.

The good news is that I’ve made a little progress since my last post. Continue reading

How I Write

The other week, in the midst of some serious procrastination about packing boxes, I was musing to myself about topics for upcoming blog posts.  Should I write an ode to op shops?  Maybe I could try and photograph some of my Delightful Dozen makes?  Or perhaps I could finally respond to a fellow writer who had tagged me in a writing post a little while back?

And by ‘a little while back’ I mean ‘July’.

When Danielle asked me if I’d be OK with being tagged in this writers’ blog tour of sorts, she said she wouldn’t put a deadline on it because that seemed too pushy.  At the time, I almost said a deadline might be a good idea because most writers don’t get their act together until the deadline is a couple of hours away (and that’s only if we’re feeling organised).  Little did I know how true my words would have been.

In case you didn’t know, when I’m not knitting or op shopping or dreaming up my next sewing project or photographing random fungi or going on roadtrips with the Chef, I write.  Or, frequently, procrastinate about writing.  Danielle asked me to talk a bit about how that all happens (when it actually does), so here you go: a peek into my writing processes.

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Catching Up

My current theory on the passage of time goes a little like this: it waits until we’re not looking and then suddenly speeds up.  It sneaks through a minute here and there, or perhaps a half hour or more if we’re really distracted.  And it all adds up.  I’ve been trying to grab hold of time and make the most of it all year and it’s been a dismal failure so far.

It seems when it comes to freezing time, the best tool is my camera.  It doesn’t really help much when I’m trying to knit a million things in the course of a week, but it does help with capturing moments that are gone soon afterwards.  Take this little fungi scene, for example: Continue reading

One Week in May

Those playing along at home may be wondering how my Friday without television went.  Did I provide myself with ample alternatives to TV?  Did I settle myself at my newly-cleaned crafting table and set to things with a great attitude of determination?

Did I completely forget about it?

Yes, apparently I did.  As I was heading to bed last night, my mind was full of the things I was going to achieve and how much fun I was going to having at my crafting table (which my cats have apparently mis-read and understand it to be a ‘catting table’)… and then I realised it was Friday night and all of that should have happened prior to the bed-going.  For some reason, my mind had decided it would all start in a morning, not an evening.

So I’ve sort of shifted it to today.

In the meantime, however, I have been achieving things and I’ve already cut back a lot on all types of screen time.  Here’s what the last week and a bit has looked like… Continue reading

Television is Taking Over the World

Television is taking over the world.  It’s been very subtle about it, though.  I hadn’t even suspected anything until the last couple of weeks – until then, I’d thought of it as rather benign and good at providing entertainment to accompany my knitting.

But now I’m convinced: television will not be happy until we’re planted in front of it at all hours of day, forsaking all others.

It starts so simply.  Maybe there are a couple of shows you love to watch.  Perhaps you feel you need to catch up on the news.  It’s always good to throw a couple of intriguing documentaries into the mix, of course.  Then there are the old favourites that you don’t mind picking up from time to time, taking you back to your childhood or those times when you could quote entire scenes.  Before you know it, your entire evening is scheduled around television, along with significant portions of your weekend.

Just the other day, I happened to be watching a preview for Wayward Pines when I caught myself lamenting the difficulty of finding the time to watch it.  All of a sudden, it seemed ridiculous to me: when it comes to making time for things, surely there are more important activities to prioritise than television?  Is television starting to manipulate my thoughts now? Continue reading

A Country Childhood

When I discover a wonderful new blog, I like to go right back to the beginnings and read along from there.  Within reason.  If I come across a blog that’s been going for ten years, it’s unlikely I’d do that, but anything around about three years old is fair game.  It gives me something to entertain myself with when waiting for stuff to happen at work or to fill in a lazy ten minutes or so at home.  This is exactly what happened when I found Country Life Experiment, written by Jo, who moved to a working farm in New South Wales with her Country Boy and three children a couple of years ago.  Jo writes beautifully of her country experiment and accompanies the words with delectable photos, which means I’m approaching the read-through much the way I would an addictive book: I really want to keep reading but I don’t want to get to the end.

Luckily, as it’s a blog, ‘the end’ merely means I’ll be up to date and waiting for the next blog post.

But I’m addicted for another reason: quite simply, it feels as though I’m reading about my childhood from my parents’ perspective and this is utterly fascinating.  Let me take you back to when I was little and I’ll explain… Continue reading