It feels luxurious to be required to read a novel for work. The Dictionary of Lost Words is a rather fabulous story of a fiesty young Victorian lady with a penchant for women’s words. It is on the list for my new street performance project combing literature and libations.
I don’t think keeping a venomous snake as a pet is a good idea, but I guess the idea of one is probably better than the idea of a guard dog. Do these people have a resident serpent or are they serious about not welcoming visitors? Whatever the case, it made me chuckle.
There is merit in starting, even if one does not finish immediately. The grass is daunting this month, growing like someone’s been sprinkling cocaine on it. I have made a start! Half cut grass is a start. The rest is not so terrifying now.
Unpicking is not fun, but there is a sweet satisfaction in fixing an error. The original stitching unpicked then put back together correctly and neatly. Ta-dah!
I love the soft beauty of the quince tree in spring. The flowers open out into soft clouds of white, but the buds are pink with the most extraordinary fine detail.
There’s something really nice about forgetting that you met a wonderful musician and then remembering again at the perfect moment. I crossed paths with Icelandic singer-songwriter, Svavar Knutur, at the National Folk Festival this Easter. He came up in conversation tonight and I’ve been smoothing the bumps in my heart with his beautiful
I’m still in my dressing gown. I’ve not yet had a coffee. But I just snagged my pre-sale tickets to see Gillian Welch and Dave Rawlings in Melbourne in January. I’m pretty excited about seeing these masters of the craft in real life.
The tables are slowly turning after almost two decades of parenting. Now I get to borrow stuff from the kids. I have a new project that needs a black bow tie and my son had just the thing. Perhaps this marks the start of borrowing in this direction.
This might be the skinniest house I ever did see. I can’t believe I’ve not noticed it in the 40 years I’ve been going to Queenscliff. I’m intrigued to know what is behind the red door. Does it open out onto a magical other world?
I love a good tasting session, especially in a well-appointed tasting room. The baby stills in the background a fully functioning and served as the perfect eye-candy for my Prickly Moses beer tasting paddle. The tasting room at the Queenscliff Brewhouse was a delightful escape from the football crowd in the main bar.
