Wednesday, September 29, 2010

My first Market...

I really wasn't sure how far off the first time I put things into a market stall was. I certainly didn't think it was going to be this year. I'm not one of those prolific creators that some are, to be able to think that I have enough stuff to make a stall. I still don't have enough stuff to make a stall, but my good friend Ami has had a stall for You Love Random, her business, at the Melbourne Milk Market at Thousand £ Bend. And I finally got around to making some stuff for it!

None of this stuff is particularly what I had in mind for 'me' or 'my future' product-wise, I have other ideas and concepts that are more unique and more 'delia' but I'm pretty happy with my offering from the hours of work I put in, and that I actually did something and took the opportunity. And now, I have spent some time talking to a friend about the hearts (below) and thinking up new an different ways to do them I'm a bit inspired.

My favorite of the framed hearts.. although I probably should've made time to iron the fabric..

I quite like this brooch however, knitting and a button - winner combination in my mind, although it didn't sell so maybe I'm on my own there? I might work up a few more and see what comes of it, but I need to solve the pin on the back dilemma, as it's kinda hard to wrangle with to pin it on... do I stiffen the knitting part, or put a backing..? Something to think about anyway..

Monday, September 27, 2010

To Write Love on Her Arms

AFL Grand Final (it was a draw) Day, or Saturday the 25th of September to those who don't care, was To Write Love on Her Arms day. To Write Love on Her Arms is a non-profit movement dedicated to presenting hope and finding help for people struggling with depression, addiction, self-injury and suicide. Franklin and I decided, as this is an issue close to our hearts and our family, to participate.

Friday, September 24, 2010

Picture Perfect

Someone needs to take a photo of me on this tram right now, me and the lady behind me.

I am, right now, blogging from a tram sitting behind a lady in a red cape, crocheting in red wool, while I sit here in my green (really green) coat and knit in green wool.

Who is this red light to my green? Is she also on the number 19 heading to Brunswick for the opening of Home Is Where The Craft Is? It could be...

Thursday, September 09, 2010


Yes, eating.

This blog is for Ali who wanted to know what eating at Nobu was like. And for Ami who promised Ali I would blog the experience for everyone.

Ali, what can I say - it was great! The only one left hungry was Ami - but what can I say, you know she's a machine.

In order of dishes, we had: Nobu style shooters with sea urchin, new style sashimi with white fish, miso chips, whole baby barramundi with sake soy and ginger, tempura dinner and sushi dinner. We also had dessert, which was green tea trifle mousse and something like a japanese nutella donut, which was better than any donut I've ever eaten, but that's not saying a whole lot as my favorite donuts come from Foote Street in Frankston and I haven't had one of those in years.

To rave a little bit more, which I feel is needed because this is a post for someone else, the food was superbly presented, everything was very balanced in flavour and size. The miso chips were a very pleasant surprise for us all, as I think we were expecting 'chips' to actually apply as a description of the dish. I would recommend trying the specials that the waiter recommends, as everyone thought the Nobu style shooters were amazing.

I also recommend going with someone who has never eaten sushi, or plainly, raw fish before for their facial expressions and how impressed they'll be. Don't make the mistake of letting this person be someone who hasn't had eaten it because they're afraid of new and different things, I think that would ruin the whole experience for everyone as sharing food seems to be a common style of eating at Nobu, not just for us.

The other thing I liked about Nobu was how enthusiastically every member of staff called out 'irashaimase!' to the new patrons. I think that kind of thing could ruin the atmosphere, because it means a lot of yelling, if not done so well as it was. The thing I didn't like about Nobu was the 90's American pop classics play list that was constantly there under the babble of chatter.

I also ate at the Graham last weekend, in Port Melbourne and would highly recommend the place - superb service (even though there was a flood out the back), and fantastic food, like really fantastic.

Here's wishing for better food for everyone from me.

Friday, September 03, 2010

My Creative Space

This week is the final week for the invitations, which means it's printing time! I enjoy printing time, it's that final chance to get things looking right on the paper, double checking that the time and date have been put on the invite, spelling mistakes hiding anywhere? Things always go hilariously wrong at some point, but weirdly enough I actually have a secret love of printing mistakes. I have a small collection at home of cool textures and patterns made by misprints, I would like to get them framed up and display them somewhere.

You would not believe the number of phone calls I had yesterday from the groom; Should we change this? Can we add this? Can you just text me what you think it should say? Argh! But happily, we're all sorted today for printing. As long as the rest of the printing goes smoothly.

Wednesday, September 01, 2010

Quirky Fact

The Habanero Pepper

The habanero pepper is all things bad boy, all things seduction, and all things graduation (if you can tame it). If you go on living the spicy food life long enough, like any addiction, you start to look for more, for something stronger, for something to satisfy that mountainous desire for heat that builds until it scrapes the sky. Jalapenos are outstanding and perfect for every occasion, but every once in a while, you want to let the party animal loose. Every now and then you want something to reach out and throttle you and remind you that you’re alive. You want to go a little crazy. You want to hop onto the back of the habanero’s motorcycle and make a little road music, and you’ll be sure not to bring him home to meet your mother. 

This. Is. One. Bad. Dude.

But he’s sweet and he loves you. And you’ll love him for everything he does for you

Interesting. No? I was quite surprised that a write up on a chilli could sound so much like a Star Sign description. It's a little bit (OK, a lot) like food pr0n... what does 'make a little road music' mean??