Here's the detail of the rising sun motif on the front of the house. This seems to be a somewhat iconic Aussie architectural detail; virtually all houses of this age (usually called 'federation houses' because the states federated in 1901) seem to sport one, unless they've been removed by over-assiduous renovation in the mid=twentieth century. (Details here.) Sometimes people leave the contrasting textures to provide the contrast, but we've picked ours out quite dramatically.
The porch trim has also been painted, and today the roof is going on. You
can see both in this shot (click to embiggen), along with the lovely
Angelo, smiling because it's all going so well.
In the Four Corners Interview last night, despite your claims, Marcus Einfield, you did not come across as an honest man. (Essential story here if you don't know what I'm talking about.) Honest people don't have the established habit of pretending that difficult-to-trace or even dead people are driving their cars when they get a speeding fine. You kept repeating that you don't know why you named a woman you knew to be dead as the driver of your car on the day you copped that fateful $77 speeding fine. You even said that you'd thought long and hard and examined your conscience on the matter. Surely it wasn't that hard: you had simply developed a long-ingrained habit of lying about speeding tickets. You are arrogant or deluded enough that habitually lying about small matters doesn't affect your idea of yourself as an honest man. Well, it's affected my idea of you as an honest man. And I'm betting I'm not on my own here.
More than 45, I think. And I still fall into one of the most basic traps.
New yarn, called Golden Chai, knits as DK. Tussah silk, very light, bought at Artfibres on our trip to the US in 2007. Nice neat little cardi pattern, called Basic Black, picked up on Ravelry. Not sure that I'll have enough yarn, so I decide to knit on slightly bigger needles (4.5mm) to make it go further. Lovely drape, I think as I'm knitting away on the back in three colours, two rows for each gorgeous colour that remind me of Sydney sandstone. Did I do a tension square? Did I heck as like. Tension squares are for woosies, right? (Actually, I usually do one; not sure why I didn't this time.)
Half-way up the back and I'm getting uneasy. Finally I get the measuring tape out. It should measure about 60cm across the back for comfort. It measures 72.5cm. That's a little too comfortable. Nearly 30 cm to be pulled out, with the narrow stripes adding extra fun. And the silk is a little fuzzy, so it catches on itself at the end of the rows.
Oh joy. At least I hadn't decided to do the whole body in one piece so it's only the back.
The porch trim is up. The letter box is in place. The roof will be here in a couple of days. And that's nearly it. Only the tiling of the front path, steps and porch remain. And of course the painting.
Apparently we don't need feminists any more. Funny old feminism. It got women equality, starting with the vote back in the day. Now we've got equal pay and we can do anything men can do: be a firefighter, airline pilot, train driver, compete in elite sports - all with a baby under one arm and a gourmet frying pan in the other.
Feminism has increased women's choices, right? It means that it doesn't matter whether we follow the sterotypical 'look' of femininity in which ever society we live in, right? In the West, this means that we can wear jeans and trousers and cut our hair short and not wear meakeup, and still be seen as women, right?
Wrong. Lauredhel discovered an horrific thing and blogged it on Hoydens last week. And this morning, worse and worse, I read that Dora the Explorer is going to be 'growing up' - a eupehmism, it seems, for 'becoming more feminine'. (I read this on a blog but can't find which of my usual reads it was - apologies for the omitted hat-tip.) It made me wonder when I'm going to start 'growing up'. Update: Hat tip is due to LE at Skepticlawyer
Adrienne RIch wrote so clearly in 1980 about how difficult it is to resist heterosexuality. Nearly 30 years later a specific part of heterosexual identity, femininity, seems to have become more compulsory, and, apparently, it's never too early to start enforcing it. Despite the huge changes it has created in the lives of both women and men, feminism is still derided even in the face of reversals to women's rights to equal pay (check The Hand Mirror for details of recent developments in NZ and the UK).
I didn't think we'd have an easy win, but I didn't expect reversals to be happening this late in the war.
Monday: work was chaotically busy. Tuesday: see above. Plus, we saw Travesties at Sydney Theatre. (If you follow that link, try and take five minutes to watch Jonathon Biggins, the lead, talking about the play - link down on the left) Now this was a treat. Stoppard, so script impeccable. Acting perfect in most parts (one of the women was a little weak.) Costumes out of the world. The play is a fantastic farce set in 1917, based loosely on The Importance of Being Earnest. The costumes were kind of Edwardian, but a bit off. The colours were too bright, or the stripes were too vivid, or the hats were too much. The skirts were a tiny bit too flouncy and short (showing off the very exaggerated button boots), the men's jackets were just a little too showy. A wonderful evening. Edited to add: Here's a review of the play. Unfortunately it doesn't contain the accompanying photo which demonstrates exactly what I meant about the costumes. Wednesday: My son Daniel arrived. I took a day off from work. In the evening we had dinner with old school friends of mine from New Zealand, Ruth and Tony. Of course that wasn't long enough; it never is when you're trying to catch up. Thursday: see Monday, with the addition of Sandra leaving for Brisbane Friday: see Monday Saturday: Knitting. In the morning the Inner City Branch of the NSW Knitters Guild held its first meeting at our new venue: the library in the Customs House building at Circular Quay. How come I've never before been into this stunning building, I ask?
And it was Convenor Kris's birthday, so we had cake brought by Kate also festooned with badges, as well as an excellent morning tea. My photos of her blowing out the candles on the cupcakes that MissFee brought sadly didn't come out.
The new space is quite wonderful. It is light and bright and happy and comfortable and convenient. We haven't discovered any downsides yet.
Then Sally and I went on to SSK and knitted some more. New friends and old together. Perfect day, except for the lack of Sandra to share it. She'll be back tomorrow.
We now have a beautifully straight and balanced brick wall, replacing one that was rather ricketty and uneven. And was painted green. And was too low for privacy.
And we have a garden bed, ready for the planting.
And we have verandah posts, and a structure for the porch roof.
That's me. I'm finding life a bit full-on at the moment. But that's not an excuse. I haven't even posted the latest progress on the front of the house, or the details of my excruciatingly fascinating social life. So I'm going to do all this in three posts in the next half hour or so. I'll try to be more regular in future. More fibre, that's the secret.
Which segues nicely into the knitting update. I finished running the ends in on the retro chevron vest yesterday, and here it is.
These colours are fairly true to the original, and I'm really happy with it. Thanks to everyone who commented on my earlier post about the colours. I think that breaking up the regularity of the striping has made it much funkier and less, er, seasonal. And I have only a few metres of each colour left. Perfect planning.
I have started two pairs of socks. It took me so long to make my last pair (ribbed in merino slimsock - 76 stitches on the legs!) that I needed lots of instant gratification. Thanks to more bus rides than usual, a couple of long meetings and a day of knitting meetings yesterday (of which more later) I have done one foot of each. The first is in Regia Wool Cotton, which I bought at Liberty of London in May, and the second is Lisa Souza Sock! from one of my favourite Indie dyers, colour Mahogany.
I've returned to my daughter's Sarita jacket, which has been on the go for about two years. I have to finish it now, so I can present it to her at her graduation in May. It is beautiful, but a real pita to work on. Labour of Love.