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
Welcome back to Take Me Back Tuesdays, where we take a look at the past as revealed through Things I Found In Op Shops. I had a couple of contenders for this edition of Take Me Back Tuesdays, but they were rudely shoved aside when I stepped into a Healesville op shop and found this particular mystery. Continue reading
Sometimes, I’ll have an idea of what I want to write on the blog and I’ll spend my time composing paragraphs or thinking of witty things to say and generally enjoying myself. This may cause me to smile for no apparent reason, which I am sure causes all manner of consternation for innocent bystanders. Eventually, I will come to the blog, ready to write and it is at this point that some cranky, school-ma’am-ish alter ego pops up, waving a disapproving finger in my face.
“No, no, no!” this slightly alarming inner voice will tut. “That’s not what you planned to write next. You must stick to the plan and write the other blog post, for which you currently have no ideas, photographs or enthusiasm.”
This is how to kill a blog, people. Develop a bossy subconscious voice that won’t let you have any fun.
I hear that blog plans are a great idea. I understand that developing a routine is great. Except when it comes to me and my blog. Continue reading
If you asked me to tell you what the past week has been about, I would probably say ‘knitting’. Or, more likely, KNITTING OH MY GOODNESS IT NEVER ENDED. And even though the knitting was worked in amongst some pretty awesome other things, it was always there. Always sitting there, with its deadline lingering somewhere close.
But I am here to tell you that I met that deadline. In fact, I took it by surprise and arrived a day early, which is always irritating to every host who is not expecting you for twenty-four hours and is still in the middle of preparations. Alas, I did not care, as I had finished my dad’s present and now had some free time in which to revel in this joyous feeling.
I made use of said free time by switching back to one of my other knitting projects because it turns out that too much knitting is never enough.
When I wasn’t knitting, however, I had a chance to visit some op shops and find a couple of treasures that just beg to be shared. So here they are.
Firstly, we have this knitting book from the 1960s, which I found in an op shop in Rye. Not just any knitting book. Oh no. It’s… Well, have a look for yourselves. Continue reading
If I was only allowed to enter one kind of shop for the rest of my life, I’d choose op shops. You can find anything in op shops or thrift shops or charity shops – whatever you may call them in your neck of the woods – although if you’re after something specific, you have to go about it subtly. Sometimes the op shop gods will smile on you and you’ll find an exact replacement for your dad’s old dictionary in the first shop you visit. Other times, they laugh at you as you search through fully a dozen op shops before you finally get your hands on a proper Scrabble game.
Often, Sundays are the only weekend day when I can hunt out op shops and to find one open on such a day is a very rare event indeed. Yet that’s exactly what happened as I was driving through Chiltern with the parents last weekend. An open op shop was the very last thing we expected to discover in this historic little town in North East Victoria and yet there it was, its glorious ‘Op Shop Open’ sign begging us to come in.
And look what I found! Continue reading