No. 1 Fan

I'm officially my own number one fan! I've managed to become a follower to my own blog - bugger, bugger, bugger, how did I do that? (don't answer, my stats have just increased 1/6th-fold).

Anyway, look at this:

http://www.springwise.com/retail/passthebaton/

It's a second hand store in Japan that tells you the story of the seller and the journey of the good. I love it! It lists the previous owners and gives you a bit of a bio about them. No more speculating on where something came from... It has limited application of course, sometimes in op shops you hit a gold mine: a number of items in the same size, similar style. e.g. a sudden influx of size 9.5 shoes. If you join the dots (I think) it means a little old lady about your size and shape has passed away and the family have dropped off all her clothes. That's probably something I'd rather speculate on...

On a similar theme - the provision of additional information - I've often thought it would be helpful if people post scripted signs. As in, your 'lost dog' notice was followed up a week later with a friendly 'We found him! A kindly neighbour came across Rover in the park'. This would be particularly interesting for the more ambitious signs - one cited in a fish and chip shop in Tasmania (circa 2002) read something along the lines 'Wanted: 3 bedrooms (for myself, and two children and our large unsociable dog). Willing to do odd jobs and occasional dishes for board'. How did that work out I wonder?

Anyway, it's cup day today and I've spent most of the afternoon on the couch (claiming to do 'wedding stuff'). Best resume the position,

Kitty

Friday Funday

Being an athlete is hard. I got up this morning and pumped iron at the gym before coming into work (but I’m writing this in my own time dad). That, coupled with the fact I finished a big project yesterday makes me think I should be able to put my feet up and/or sleep under the desk with some sort of effigy in my chair (‘Weekend at Bernie’s’ – style). I’ll just to have to rest on my laurels instead. I should say I do think the 8 hour work day is a fairly inefficient way to work, great for factories, less so for offices.

Anyway, it’s wedding central at the moment – four weeks, one sleep and counting! We're being pillaged left right and centre - a million dollars for this, another hundred thousand for that... It’s flowers, earrings, shoes, hideously functional underwear and some far less interesting stuff Carney needs for the big day (a suit or something).

I’ve been searching high and low (small exaggeration) for some variety of wedding shawl – Melbourne weather is so unpredictable. I am just hoping it is not 40 degrees and I look like a sweaty betty in a moo moo. Anyway, I’ve managed to get two separate people, one from work, one our friendly jeweller/jeweller friend, knitting me shawls. Neither knows about the other (this was not intentional). On the one hand, this is great. On the other, I am a little guilt ridden and will need photographic evidence of using both....

This is semi-wedding related, but a secret (given the readership or lack therof, I think it's pretty safe) check out this artist, I am commissioning her to do a piece of work, I think she’s fantastic:
http://www.alijart.com/


Kitty x

stop two

Last weeks post went awol - a pity really, I'd put in the formula for solving world peace and included some remarkable insights from Hamish Blake around eating in the bathroom*.

In any case, it's wedding, wedding, wedding at this end. Without going into too much detail, a point of considerable debate has been the alternating food drop, namely: do you need a white meat? Nobody really likes getting chicken (nor, I would argue pavlova).

Anyway - food for thought (boom boom), rather than bore the pants off you with wedding talk, we'll continue the underwhelming tour:

Stop two - the Paris end of Collins St.

The Paris end of Collins St is part of Marvellous Melbourne mythology. In the 1880's and 1890's post-gold rush Melbourne was booming. It was the second largest city in the British Empire after London and growing fast.

The top end of Collins St (close to Spring St) was the place to be and the place to be seen. 'Doing the block' - i.e. walking Collins, Elizabeth, Swanston St - was the 19th century version of cruising Chapel St (the 'when it was cool' is implied).

But that was then, and this is now. These days the 'Paris end' is pretty much indistinguishable from the rest of Collins St. Indeed, the only reason I direct people there is because of how it sounds... It gives the city a European air and, more pertinently, implies I am well travelled.

As does this:

au revior,

Kitty x x

*Basically, you can finish whatever you've started, but can't start something new.