How To Roadtrip: A Brief Guide

There are many fine traditions in my life, one of which happens to be a tendency to go on a roadtrip at the drop of the hat. Unfortunately, another fine tradition seems to be my incredibly bad habit of waiting weeks before I share photos of the adventures on which I find myself with my exceedingly excellent friends, the Failboats.  For example, I happened to be seeking out a blog post about a Failboats trip that occurred during a particular new year.

I found it in my March archives.

Today, however, I am delighted to report that these photos are only three weeks old and I must thus be improving when it comes to sharing my roadtripping photos.  That means it’s under a month since I went to Canberra with the Melbourne contingent of the Failboats to commemorate the impending birth of another Failboat’s offspring.  (Next time, I’m aiming to have the photographs up within a fortnight.  This seems overly optimistic at this stage, but we’ll see.)

Join me as I share photographs with a bonus serve of My Thoughts on Roadtripping.

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People Keep Giving Me Things

If there’s one piece of advice I could give to a collector of old knitting and sewing patterns, it would be this:

Make sure your friends, family, acquaintances and colleagues know you collect these crazy old things.

I didn’t even realise the benefits of this myself until late last year, when I was gifted with a pattern book for knitted novelties.  My unexpected benefactor happened to mention she had a book she thought I’d love and an hour later, it was in my hands.  Mine!  To keep!

On top of this, I’ve had people taking pity on my inability to cultivate a fabric stash by doing it for me.  This is awesome, in my opinion, although I’m now faced with the problem of finding a way to make use of this donated stash.  As problems go, it a good one to have.

More recently, I came in to work one Monday morning and found a little parcel on my desk with my name on it.  Intriguing, I thought to myself.  Why should anyone be giving me a mysterious gift?  And since I’m chronically incapable of dealing with my own curiosity longer than absolutely necessary, I set to opening this little bag and pulling out the treasures inside, which looked a little like this: Continue reading

The Failboats and the Haunted Bathroom

It’s a common occurrence when you go away with friends: you wake up, but you can hear the shower going, so you laze about in bed for a while, or go and make a cuppa, waiting for whoever it is to finish.  Finally, you hear the hairdryer going and you know it’ll be your turn soon.

Ordinary, every-day stuff, right?

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