17 January 2007
Can you write about what it was like to be a new mum?
Yes I can. But that’s a whole post. In fact, it’s a whole blog. But I’ll try and oblige as it’s something I’ve been pondering a lot recently as all three of the children’s birthdays are imminent and the eldest is about to become a teenager.
Watch this space.
Do you have air conditioning?
No, but today I bought two ceiling fans. So did many many other Melburnians apparently.
Who taught you to knit?
My mum. That’s her in the picture up there. Minus her needles.
Are you native Australian, or born elsewhere?
If you read my 100 Things over there on the sidebar, you’ll discover I was born in London. We were Ten Pound Poms.
You know I'm here, right?
No, I was never sure if you read or not as you’ve not commented. I’m delighted to learn that you are! (Y’all).
What is your favorite color combination?
I’m quite partial to duck egg blue and chocolate brown right now.
Tell me a couple of crafty shops I should see next time I'm in Melbourne.
Erm … depends what kind of craft. There are heaps of good yarn shops (my favourite). Wool Baa, Sunspun, Marta’s Yarns … Are you a quilter? If so, Patchwork on Central Park is good.
Are you finding it too hot to knit? And what do you do when it is?
Currently I’m knitting sixteen special mystery items of which I must not speak. They’re in cotton, which somehow feels easier than wool in this godawful heat. If I can’t face knitting, I read. [Currently: ‘The Book Thief’ by Markus Zusak. I gave up on Orhan Pamuk’s ‘Snow’ as I just couldn’t come at political and religious conflict, not to mention blizzards, in this heat. I’m also still giggling my way through Bill Bryson’s ‘Thunderbolt Kid’ memoir. Lovely stuff, as Son #2 would say].
G & T vs. Cosmopolitan. Which is the most delightful when sipped under the jacaranda on a hot afternoon with your feet in the paddling pool?
I don’t believe I’ve ever had a Cosmopolitan. I shall report back.
Can we see that view from your house you keep showing us again?
Sure. When the smoke clears I’ll be obsessively taking pictures once more.
Do you miss anything about living in the city?
I miss our old but beautifully-renovated-with-our-own-blood-sweat-and-tears-house. I miss being a five minute drive from the theatre/ballet/opera/galleries/Vietnamese restaurants. I miss being a five minute drive from work and a ten minute drive from uni. I don’t miss anything else. Oh, hang on. I miss my Californian Tree Poppy. I must plant one here.
How are you going to have time to answer nearly 300 questions?
I figured only 30 or so would respond. I was about right. I think those site meters lie.
Does knitting while under the influence affect the end result?
Probably. But I wasn’t knitting last night, I was fooling around on the computer, blogging under the influence. I apologise for any incoherent, misspelled comments I made on all your blogs.
Bombay Sapphaire or Tanqueray?
Does promising to visit Melbourne and then failing to show up count as a lurk of some kind?
You bet, slacker.
So, where do you buy your needles?
Op shops for old wooden ones and bright plastics. I did succumb to the pale smooth beauty of a 99c pair of bamboo 4.0mms last week at Lincraft. Gosh that was a terrible sentence. But it's midnight so that's all my brain can manage.
Thanks to everyone else who de-lurked without a question. It was fun to see some new names.