Bird On A Wire

Oh, hi there... buster. No, don't be silly. Of course I didn't forget about you. What an absurd accusation. Hey, don't raise your voice at me! In fact, if anything, I should be the one getting angry at you for doubting my commitment to you, my usually-so-lovely-and-forgiving-readers. Okay. Fine. You're right. I've just been a little slow on the updates, that's all. Hell, I've been really bloody busy, you know? With what? Well... lotsa stuff. Important stuff. Yes, as I've said to Bobby many a time when we've been running late and he's trying woo me out of the house with cookies and the promise of absurd amounts of alcohol, feeding Rainbow Lorikeets IS important and if I don't feed them at least three times a day they WILL die. So it's a good thing I do, isn't it?

Also? You probably shouldn't have got me started on the Rainbow Lorikeets because I have approximately eight billion photos of them and have bored my housemates for approximately four thousand hours with stories of their antics. You know they were spinning around on the washing line the other day? And then, earlier this week, one even flew into my room and sat on my bed. I know, right?

But I have been doing other things too. Like looking for a new housemate. Again. And yoga. Lots of yoga. I'll let you see my yoga gear if you're nice enough. Though, let's just say that I wouldn't look at all out of place with this lot:

I've been eating coconuts, too. And sewing. Shortening hems, taking in dresses, hacking off T-shirts, patching holes, changing threads just for the hell of it, sewing together pieces of scrap to make strange looking animals and generally making a complete mess of the living room. Hey! Speaking of which, check out my new sewing table. It set me back a whole $5 from the charity shop downstairs.

And if, after all that, you're still not entirely convinced of my blog directed diligence, I'll have you know that I taught myself how to make a GIF, just for this post. Yep, it took some serious skill - that was high tech stuff.

Marry Song

I finished sewing my dress! Alright, almost finished sewing my dress. I might add a ruffle or two. Unfortunately it has no scalloping, ribbon or netting and it's very simple, on par with my very basic sewing skills, however it's certainly asymmetrical and I can confirm that it billows, bubbles and blows. I shan't spoil the surprise for those joining me at the upcoming wedding but in lieu of photographs of my Frankenstein-like creation, here are a few pictures from Guy and Mae's beautiful wedding which we went to in Sydney in the warmer half of February. Wylie's baths provided the perfect backdrop to the spectacular event.

The dress was vintage, setting me back only $1 from a charity store, the shoes and handbag also thrifted.
The head piece is my great grandmothers, from the 1920s, I believe.

Darn, I just realised I'll probably have to shave my legs (the dress is certainly not the floor length kind), another month and I could have platted the hairy hair on my legs. C'est la vie. I learnt that phrase from B*witched. I surprise myself by how cultured I am sometimes.

Camera

Thanks to today's adventures, the Eastbourne charity shop count has climbed to a massive 19. One of the two we visited today was a little store selling only bric-a-brac. We picked up a Brownie 127 camera for a couple of quid and ogled a polaroid camera.


Unfortunately, post purchase research found that the Box Brownie camera will have to function purely as an (very lovely) ornament as the film is no longer in production. Bah humbug.


Then head over heels I fell as I followed Bobby's gaze to a beautiful and fully functioning early 1900s Singer sewing machine. Alas, how I would go about getting it half way across the world in five months when I go back home, I have no idea. So, as it is, I'm in love and yes I'd rather no longer talk about it please.