Monday, February 27, 2006

Sewing Up A Storm

These two are a bit like Frankenstein...created on the machine while bolts of lightening flashed. Storm blew in very quickly - sky went from light blue to dark navy in minutes. I wasn't sure if it was dangerous to sew during a thunder storm...or is it just the phone?

Well, I survived...part of me was hoping I'd get to yell "THEY'RE ALIVE!!!!".

Hey Sarah...remember the lovely fabric you sent me? Looks good on Ducky.x

Friday, February 24, 2006

A Fly On The Wall: Sylvia Part II

Saw Edge. Mixed feelings. I think Angelica Torn did a great job, vocally and physically embodying Sylvia Plath but the script was a bit hysterical and over the top.

It was very tough on Ted Hughes - a far from perfect individual...but the play was heavy handed in its portrayal of him. They both treated each other badly and yes, Hughes had an affair, but I don't believe he killed Plath. I think she was on that trajectory for a number of years. I guess I was looking for more balance, more poetry.

In the last week of Plath's life, she had a terrible cold so when Angelica came on stage, bleary eyed, puffy and sniffling, I thought wow, she's really getting into this role...turns out she had a bad cold. Oops.

She also had to put up with two very large blow flies circling the stage. Every now and then, one would land on her arm or head. She read her lines flawlessly while waving her arm around or wildly batting at the fly! I was in the front row and it became a bit distracting...

But in the end, I'm glad I saw it. I know when some people hear her name they think, yawn...crazy woman who put her head in the oven...but there's so much more to her as a poet, woman, mother, wife and lover.
There are reasons why history refuses to let her go.

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Speaking of Baking

... reminds me of Sylvia Plath, who often baked up a storm for two reasons: to conquer writers' block and to avoid writing.

I first read her poems in Year 12 and couldn't get enough. There's something about those adolescent stretches of time that makes you an emotional conductor. I remember feeling so much, all the time. Wasn't always fun, but we've all been there. Over the years I've returned to her poetry/journals/fiction a lot. Now I've got just about every book on or about Sylvia Plath and late husband, Ted Hughes (another remarkable poet). I just find them endlessly interesting.

Today I'm taking myself off to see Edge - a one woman play about Plath starring Angelica Torn at the Athenaeum in town. It's based on the last poem she wrote and the play (written by one of her biographers, Paul Alexander) focuses on the last day of her life.

A sad end to a brilliant life. She was only 30 years old when she died and suddenly she bacame fixed, like a rare butterfly - pinned. She's now more mythology than any real memory. I know she has a reputation for being a bit of a downer...but I think a lot of her poems crackle with life and intensity.

The woman is perfected
Her dead

Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
The illusion of a Greek necessity

Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
Her bare

Feet seem to be saying:
We have come so far, it is over.

Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
One at each little

Pitcher of milk, now empty
She has folded

Them back into her body as petals
Of a rose close when the garden

Stiffens and odors bleed
From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.

The moon has nothing to be sad about,
Staring from her hood of bone.

She is used to this sort of thing.
Her blacks crackle and drag.

-Sylvia Plath

Monday, February 20, 2006

Baking Day - Apple Cakes.

Nothing like doing some baking on a Saturday afternoon. Hmmm. Love the smell of warm apples.

Friday, February 17, 2006

CD GONE. Thanks.

Free Audio Book Friday

The Very Hungry Caterpillar on cd read by Eic Carle is looking for a home. He's got such a rich, lovely voice. I adore the way he says TOOSday. So cute.

1. Be the first to post I WANT THIS CD
2. Email me a postal address to
3. I'll post free to you...UK/US/ASIA/AFRICA/EUROPE etc.

Hope everyone has a delightful weekend. xxx

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Love, Love, Love.

Sonnet CXVI
by William Shakespeare

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love,
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
Oh, no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests.. and is never shaken.
It is the star to every wandering bark
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love is not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come.
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out.. even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

Monday, February 13, 2006

Wonderful Lino Cuts

Here are two lino cuts from the wonderfully talented, Littlest Flower. They looked great unframed but I'm really pleased with how they look now. Thanks again, Jackie.


I really enjoyed participating in My Little Mochi's Post Card Swap. Here are the lovely cards that arrived from all over the world - near and far. So inventive.

Thank You Dana...

for this amazing swap! Dana did an outstanding job on this crafty basket. I love it. Inside were lots of sewing notions: thread, fabric and even a mini-scrapbook. Dana also sent over some new and vintage craft magazines which are full of great ideas. Thanks again, Dana.

Wednesday, February 08, 2006


SOUL MAMMA started Corners Of My Home a few weeks ago. I've really enjoyed taking a peek inside the lives of crafty bloggers. Just as I suspected, their talents extend way beyond needle and thread. Here's a few dusty corners of my own.

Monday, February 06, 2006

I've Gone And Done It.

Nothing can save me now...let me introduce you to Blythe. She arrived this morning...all the way from Japan via the US and finally to Melbourne. Blythe seems to illicit two reactions. One is Oh My God What Is That Freakish Thing?...the other is Oh, She's Beautiful. I think she's strange but lovely. I'll post pics soon. My Blythe ispiration was from here! Check it out: Oh Sew Pretty

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Comings and Goings

Living in the country has been wonderful (most of the time), but lately I've been missing a few bright lights. Even with daylight savings, the long distance drive to work and back is starting to wear a little thin, the train trips, too. So discussions have been had about moving back to town - but no sooner do we start talking about moving, when I start getting maudlin about leaving all the things that make living out of town so good.

Blue and Green:
I'm sure the fat wedges of pale blue sky and the smoky greens of the gum trees have a positive influence on me, even if I dont' always notice it.

The Storms:
Some days the sky turns almost inky with storms. They rush in like stampeding cattle and leave the garden strewn with sodden branches and leaves. Sometimes it's as if these storms arrive in order to sweep away dead air, leaving something new its wake.

It's true. I always thought it was a bit of a myth, but people are friendlier in the country. We get called "the girls" by the butcher. He's a sweetie.

The Birds:
Even the Kookaburra's who make me feel paranoid because I really do feel like they're laughing at me! The magpies, the cockies, the tiny wrens, galahs, rosella's and the odd owl.

Long lunches on the verandah. Gin and tonic on a hot day, music playing, friends laughing, kids feeding the horse, playing under the hose...the smell of a bbq on a Sunday afternoon. The glow of lamps against the sky.

The Garden:
The seasons seem so distinct in the country. The garden dies off, blooms again, sleeps, wakes up.

The Clouds:
Like looking at a giant map of Iceland. I never really noticed clouds before - now I can spend ages looking at them glide.

The Stars:
Amazing and terrifying - prompting lots of existential questions that I have no answers for.

Some Books I've Really Enjoyed

  • Apples For Jam by Tessa Kiros
  • Saturday by Ian McEwan
  • Philip Larkin: A Writer's Life by Andrew Motion
  • The Bell Jar by Syliva Plath
  • Ex Libris by Anne Fadiman
  • Stasiland by Anna Funder

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