Thursday, September 21, 2006

Short break with a tea cosy

I got back last night from a mini break to Dubbo and Mudgee. After getting to stay in rather nice-ish hotels when travelling for work, I absolutely agonised over where to stay when I was trying to book accommodation because I wanted to stay somewhere that was nice and not a complete dive. In Dubbo, I finally settled on a self contained apartment. Raymond took one look at it and refused to even step foot in it. Little did I know that this place was also a backpackers. I can totally understand. I have only ever stayed in a backpackers once in Boston and it was on top of Hooters. It wasn't a complete dive but it would definitely what I would call roughing it. In Dubbo, we went to the Observatory. I absolutely love star gazing. And because we were in the middle of nowhere, the stars were at their brightest. The guy who was commentating used this thousand watter search light to point out the constellations. For the first time I could actually make out Scorpio and didn't have to stretch my imagination either. And I saw a falling star for the second time in my life. We also went to Western Plain Zoo and spent the whole day there. I would have photos to share had someone remembered to bring their digital camera. Instead, we had to use these disposable ones which I have to get developed.

I did bring my knitting with me (the Vogue skirt) but as we were driving through the countryside, I measured the skirt and realised that IT IS TOO LONG!! How did I get it so wrong??? The pattern said to start shaping and decrease one stitch on each side every six rows, thirteen times. That is a LOT of stitches. Now, it's too long. I was too depressed to frog and so put it away and didn't look at it again for the rest of the trip. However, I do have sort of finished objects to share. I have completed ONE sock!



This is RPM from knitty.com. The yarn is from Knit Picks. I started knitting Pomotomus with this yarn, but realised it doesn't look that good and frogged the whole thing. This is it's reincarnation.

Here is a close up:



And what did I get from my secret pal (or not so secret now)? A tea cosy!! I've taken the photo with my sister's blueberry teapot which she got from Canada because it matches!!



Here is another shot:

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Why do these things always happen to me?

This morning, like most mornings, I was running late to work. I knew that my car was a bit low on petrol, but seeing as I had a client to see after lunch, I thought I'd go fill up before I go. I actually parked in a car park that was near the service station. When I went to get my car, what little petrol was left must have evaporated into nothing and my car refused to start. Luckily I had made it to the parking lot this morning!! I was really embarrassed having to walk over to the service station to buy a jerry can and fill it with petrol. I thought that I'd just stride right in and just buy it without any explanation. The attendant might just think that I was buying it for my lawn mower. When I went to pay, the attendant goes to me "So you broke down somewhere did you?" Ugh! How did he know??

Monday, September 04, 2006

Reflections

I had a bit of a mini crisis over the weekend. My older sister turned 30. This means that I'm not far behind as she is only one year older than me. I was thinking about where I thought I would be when I was 15, 18 and 25. The fact is, nothing much has changed. I've never really felt that my life would be better when I got to a certain age. I always enjoyed whatever age I was. Although the biggest thing to happen to me when I turned 25 was that my car insurance became cheaper.

So what did I want to do career-wise? No idea actually. I knew that I didn't want to be a librarian (so I went and did an information studies course which has qualified me to be one). But what I did know, was that I wanted an office with a harbour view. Then I realised that only whip-lashing managers got those. Oh well, there goes that idea.

Anyway, we ended up going to Tharen to celebrate this milestone for my sister. It's located in this tiny little lane in Kings Cross, next to a brothel. I'm not sure how I feel about the injecting room in Kings Cross (I still haven't made up my mind about that), but I was glad that it wasn't along the way because Kellet Lane (or was that Way?) already looks like it belongs in an opening scene of CSI (where they discover the body).

We talked about creativity tonight in my uni class. Apparently, everyone has some sort of creativity in them. But I really fail to find mine. I think that I'm pretty good at replication (hence the knitting and following a pattern thing), but to try to think of my own would be like trying to decide between knitting with cashmerino or alpaca (near impossible).

This Thursday is my last day in my current job. Then I have 2 weeks off, in which I shall endeavor to sleep as much as possible, knit as much as I can, finally do that bush walk in Lane Cove National park and perhaps fit in some Uni work in between. Oh, and perhaps learn how to make Creme Brulee. I've already got the blow torch.