Falling Back Into Daytripping

Toorongo Falls

When I was a kid, my family went on daytrips all the time. We drove to Marysville to see the Autumn leaves and Steavenson Falls. We drove to Mangalore every Easter Sunday to park in a dirt road behind the airport and watch the air show from a distance. We drove up to Toolangi and along the back roads into Healesville of an afternoon, just because.

Daytripping at Flagstaff Hill
My brother, the boat-spotter. (Technically, this is from a holiday, but it’s a cute photo and I wanted to share it.)

One of my earliest memories is of being in the back seat of the car with my favourite doll, watching raindrops hit the window as we drove along and feeling like that was exactly where I belonged. Continue reading

Seven Tips for Beginner Vloggers

Welcome to the shiny new home of Katie Writes Stuff! To celebrate this move, I thought I’d kick things off with something a little different: a sewing vlog.

This may not make a lot of sense, given that I’m meant to be introducing you to my all-new, all-singing-and-dancing blog home. However, this vlog neatly combines most of my favourite things: roadtripping, vintage knitting and sewing, and op shopping (or thrifting, or whatever you call it in your neck of the woods). And if you add in the fact that I recorded it on a camera, then I’ve included photography as well. So it has a little bit of everything, which is coincidentally exactly what you can expect on the blog.

(I’d love to say this was my plan all along, but I really just thought of it a moment ago.)

But why a vlog, all of a sudden? Continue reading

So Many Boxes

There are currently far too many boxes in my life.  Not to worry, though – they’ll all be gone by Monday because that’s when the box rental company is coming to pick them up.  With any luck we’ll have emptied them by then, although ‘putting things in their proper place’ is a stage we may not reach immediately after said emptying.

So yes, we have moved.  It’s official.  The keys from the old house are back with the real estate agents and we are no longer renters.  Here is a handy list of how that feels:

  • Good
  • Scary
  • Quiet
  • Cosy
  • Surreal
  • Cluttered

Since moving, we have done the following: Continue reading

Lost Stitches and Found Photos

Things have been a little quiet around here lately and a lot of the blame can be laid at the doorstep of a huge change I’m doing my best to ignore.  I mean, moving house isn’t that big a deal, is it?  It pretty much happens by itself, right?

Oh, but it doesn’t and I don’t know where to start (despite moving four times in the past ten years).  So I’ve been burying myself in knitting and denial, both of which are progressing splendidly.

In fact, the knitting is going so splendidly that I’m currently in the middle of this: Continue reading