On Wednesday night we went to Moliere's The Miser, done by Sydney Theatre company. It was a great romp - classic farce, with a dreadfully corny ending, wonderful costumes and scenery. Not demanding for the audience like Othello and Hedda Gabler were, but entertaining and very satisfying. Did I say wonderful costumes? They were perfect - kind of 18th-century but weird and slightly off-centre. The makeup was brilliant too - the valet, Valere, the man with a dark secret, looked extremely creepy, and put both Sandra and I in mind of Michael Jackson. And Cleante was an amiable clown, with the most astounding hairdo (wig, of course), a little like the excesses of the early Finn brothers in the 1970s band Split Enz, for those kiwis and Aussies with long memories. (Yes, the same Finns that went on to form Crowded House.)
It's Friday and I'm winding down for the weekend. I finished the fronts of the denim entrelac waistcoast, and began the back last night. I'm shaping the bottom into two points, then continuing up, doing one cable on each side. I'll get some photos up soon. I am being a really good girl and writing this pattern down as I do it. One day I'll have enough together to sell them. If this website can do it, so can I.
Joe is dithering about whether to retell a Kaffe Fassett story. I will beat him to it. I heard several from Kaffe's partner, Brandon Mably, when Jewel and I went to a colour workshop he took in Sydney a few years ago. (Will this woman ever stop dropping names?) A-hem. As I was saying... My favourite story is "When Kaffe met the Queen". And it goes like this:
Once upon a time, the US ambassador in London got toether a little reception for Americans who had made a success in the UK to meet the Queen. There were company chairmen, artists, actors and so on, and Kaffe was among them. When it came to his turn to shake the royal hand, the Queen asked him what he had achieved. He replied "Well, Your Majesty, I was the first living person to have a retrospective exhibition in the V&A." The queen was impressed. "Indeded, Mr Fassett. And what do you do?" "I knit, your majesty." The queen drew back in indignation. "Knitting? I can do that!" And she swept on to the next person. But, says Brandon, the joke is on her, as she has one of Kaffe's creations in her wardrobe - which she obviously doesn't realise. I suppose she must have quite a lot of jumpers tucked away.
Anyway, we all know which queen we'd prefer to meet, don't we?