Did I mention that I went to see AC/DC in February? It was my 44th birthday present from Dearest Husband and we had great fun although I have to say it’s possible that the band is a little past its prime… or could that be me? I last went to see them at Wembley in 1990 although it was a different perspective from the mosh pit all those years ago. This time we had seats, there were safety briefings and a special bus service to take us to and from the hotel in Baulkham Hills. Yes, Baulkham Hills. Sydney CBD has 17,000 hotel beds and they were all booked: Mardi Gras, AC/DC and Chinese New Year all coincided on one slightly damp weekend in February, which meant we hoofed it up the railway lines to Parramatta and thence into a taxi for a further 40-minute ride to the hotel. We were that far out of town.
Needless to say I didn’t get the felt flower, the pearl buttons, the embroidered felt purse and the tatting at the AC/DC concert. They are, in fact, the product of the school craft group.
Geeze I love the Craft Group ladeez! I never really had the benefit of a circle of supportive girls/women growing up. By the time I’d ploughed my way through school bullying and adolescence I was firmly of the opinion that the vast majority of females were complete ^%$#@s and that the male of the species had a more straightforward agenda (ironic given the facts of my first marriage, but that’s a whole different story). I had no close female friends until I went to university, and I’ve not really experienced the mythical female sisterhood thing until the last few years.
How is it that relationships and childbearing/rearing have become a competitive sport? I’m too tired to bore on about it and I’ve got nothing new to say. It’s just great now to spend a couple of hours each week with lovely women who are funny and wise, sad sometimes and angry, but also generous, gifted and caring. We sit around for an hour or so drinking coffee (or chai – unless, to Amanda’s amusement, you’re like me and think chai is an invention of the devil if not imbibed from a food stall outside in India’s monsoon heat) and whatever scrummy baking one of us has come up with before we get on with our purpose, which is to produce crafty items to sell in aid of the school.
Today we had fun doing more wet felting, making sheets of coloured flat felt that will be made up into all sorts of things. Steiner educational philosophy has spawned a whole industry in making ‘Steiner-compatible’ toys. I object to the freaky faceless dolls, and I’m too impatient to sew endless stuffed animals so I confess I’m the subversive in the group: coming up with new ideas and refusing to make gnomes. We’re cooking up plans to sell new and different things at the Spring Fair, and meanwhile we’re planning to form a recorder ensemble: first practice session next week!
OK, enough rambling from my temporary desk. I wanted to work on stuff for my show this evening but I can’t because I’ve set up camp in the bedroom and of course darling daughter has now gone to bed. More about the new work next time…
Ooh, ohh, forgot to make a link. Dearest husband was shaking like a jelly the other day when he should have been working and when I asked him if he was feeling unwell he said no, he was reading a blog called Bad Hostess. Naturally that meant I had to read it too. If you don’t find rude words and crabby opinions amusing and you’re unfamiliar with Australians and Australian culture then perhaps it won’t be your thing, but if that sounds intriguing, read on! She’s much funnier than I am.