villa door world to end another busy week. Not so hip and cool this one but a beautiful shade of blue to match that stained glass.
I'm distracting myself from the 'open warfare' and 'blood letting' of the week... overused cliches but they actually do best describe Australian federal politics this week.
In my real job I do not gaze at lovely interiors and critique front doors, I dabble in the political world in as a journalist. Part of me usually loves the thrill of a political story like the Gillard and Rudd #respill. (That's the twitter hashtag that's caught on - I like #kevenge).
As a political yarn it's a belter but I'm sick of it. I was sick of it before it became more than just a rumour in a few weekend newspapers.
I want Labor to sort themselves out. I want the Opposition to stop sniping. I want to feel inspired, even just a little, and led by our leaders.
Anyway this is not work and I am not at work today so back to that door.
I don't want to be critical but (don't you dread sentences that begin with 'I don't want to be cruel/rude/racist?).... it needs a bigger doormat. I guess if they'd known I planned to take a picture they'd have rushed out and bought one.
If some local blogger is planning a walk-by to snap my door, please wait.
You can barely see my doormat for the leaves, acorns and stones collected on the way home from school and discarded and webs from the army of arachnids settling in on the verandah.
I've been waiting weeks for the broom fairy to visit but I may just have to don the tutu myself. Or bribe the husband.
Now that's a nicer picture to leave you with than Kaptain Kruddy, Juliar and the Mad Monk.**
Happy weekend. x
*My apologies to those overseas who didn't even know people would bother fighting to be in charge of a far off land like Australia. We do have more money than Greece and a mining magnate richer than the Queen of England.
**Not my terms I'd hasten to add. Mr Rudd, Ms Gillard and Mr Abott is what I would call them - if they'd agree to come on my program.
Friday, February 24, 2012
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Just before I left Auckland a fellow book clubber recommended I read some William Boyd. 'William who?' was my reply. Now I know. Thank you very much Ange.
William Boyd is my new favourite author and I don't quite know how I missed him. I remember seeing many copies of his best seller Armadillo being read on the tube back at the turn of the century (1999).
Better than any best seller list was seeing what the London commuters were reading - when I first moved there it was The Beach, a few years later Harry Potter, now they're probably reading their iThings. Boo.
Anyway back to Boyd. He writes brilliantly, his characters are intriguing and (unusually for good writers) likeable. Each of his books is also quite different so I easily read five back to back.
My favourite? Any Human Heart. Followed closely by Restless...
The best of the rest... Ordinary Thunderstorms, Brazzaville Beach, A Good Man in Africa. Oddly enough it was Armadillo I liked the least. But it was pretty good too.
Go forth and read.
Run, don't walk - as the hip young things say.
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
I got a new camera for Christmas and am loving it.
I thought it would make me blog more, inspire me to write but of course life is getting in the way. Life is a little like that don't you find?
It's a Lumix DMC-FZ40 - the new version of our old camera. The zoom broke on the last one - probably through overuse as I'm always sneakily taking pictures of my children so that they don't give me ridiculous camera ready grins.
I spent the whole of last summer 'manually zooming' - walking towards the subject. Most tedious.
The new camera has a million new features I haven't quite deciphered and probably never will but I'm delighting in its 'zoomability' and the weight of it in my hand. Like Goldilocks and those pesky chairs some cameras just feel right. *
I should add (before he does) that the husband took this photo with my new camera.
What's his is mine, right?
*Any professional photographer who had stumbled across this blog has just spilt their short black in disgust.
**I'm time poor. This picture was ready and he owes me a lifetime of home cooked dinners.
Friday, February 3, 2012
It's awkwardly placed in a corner on the side of a house with no defined front path.
The plants and the address etched on the glass (or the sticky stuff that looks like etched glass) leave no doubt that it's the main entrance.
I very professionally blurred out the address (is there no end to my talents?) in case you start spamming the owners with 'like' mail. One can't be too careful.
If you like it 'pin it'.
Yes I have finally joined pinterest. I refused to listen when people told me how great it was. I thought it might just be another thing I don't want to make time for.
It's not. It is GREAT... a clever, simple, useful spot to save those pictures, products, tutorials and reviews you've read online and can never find again. I'm using it to save fabrics I might like for cushions, cushion sellers on etsy, recipes, doors, you name it. Clearly I love it. Do it. Please.
Weirdly you need to be invited to join. Let me know and I'll invite you. Even if you don't I'll invite you. I'm a born -again pinner. A pushy one.