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

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

Rescuing Treasures from Myself

Normally, when I mention rescuing treasures, I’m talking about the ones I find in op shops: items from the past that have been hidden away and scrunched up to look ordinary (possibly in a misguided attempt at camouflage).  Today, however, I’m talking about treasures of my own that have been forgotten, languishing under the house, hoping, in their inanimate way, to be unearthed and enjoyed once more.

I used to have a theory about the boxes under my house: I figured that if I hadn’t missed any of the items they harboured for the past five years then I probably didn’t want them in the first place.  Last weekend, I discovered that could not be further from the truth – a whole treasure trove has been lurking in the dim and dusty (and probably spider-filled) world of Under the House and I was ridiculously excited to be re-united with them.

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Halfway to a Century

It turns out I’m halfway to a century, which is my fancy way of saying this is my fiftieth blog post on Katie Writes Stuff – welcome and huzzah!  In my past blogging adventures, I’ve always managed to miss monumental blogging milestones, but WordPress comes with a handy dashboard with interesting details such as how many spam comments you have and graphs of five hundred people visiting your site because you mentioned the word ‘wedding’ in a post title.

So here we are at fifty and what a journey it’s been.  I’ve rambled on about everything from roadtrips to television to the occasional mention of making things by hand.  And by ‘occasional’ I obviously mean ‘with every waking breath’.  And I may have mentioned op shops from time to time, too.

One thing I may not have mentioned is my love of stats, details and graphs, but we’re going to learn about them now as we recap what’s been happening on this blog over the first fifty posts.  Firstly, let’s start with a good old standby: the top [insert number here]!  (We’ll go with ‘five’.) Continue reading

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

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

No Apologies Needed

‘No Apologies Needed’ is not quite the title I wanted to use for this blog post.  If I had my way, it would be something much bossier such as: Stop apologising for how you look!  But even though I frequently wear the bossy pants, I could see how that could come across as rude and somewhat didactic, so I toned it down a bit.

Despite that, I still really want to shout: STOP APOLOGISING FOR HOW YOU LOOK!!  (We will use no more than two exclamation marks as we obey the Terry Pratchett Rule of Excessive Exclamation Mark Use on this blog.)  I see it so often: I’ll be innocently reading a blog post and the author will share a photo, apologising in advance for a lack of make-up or for their hair not being perfectly blow-waved or for having one sock slightly higher than the other or something.  And it makes me sad.

So let me say it right now: You look fine.  In fact, you look more than fine.  You look wonderful just as you are.  You don’t need to have your face covered in make-up and you don’t need to have spent an hour straightening or curling your hair before you’re allowed to take a photo and share it on the internet.  I never bother and here’s the proof: Continue reading

Just Because I’m Dreaming of a Roadtrip

I have a post all written up about my adventures in Beechworth but I can’t post it yet because I only took the photos off my camera last night and given that this occurred at around 11pm after Wind Symphony rehearsal and that my alarm was set to go off at 6am for work the next day, I unreasonably decided to call it a night and come back to the photos later.  And seriously, how long was that sentence?  I kept looking for a spot to interrupt and set down a tactful full-stop but it just didn’t happen.

Anyway, it’s been almost a week since my last post (although this is understandable, given that the Easter long weekend occurred in the middle of it) and I just feel like writing something.  Too often, I’ll find something else to do instead of writing a blog post, even though the thing I most want to do is to write a blog post.  This is one thing I’ll never understand about myself: for some reason, I always seem to stop myself from doing the things I most desire to do.  The conversations in my head go a little like this: Continue reading