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todayiamadaisy) wrote2007-07-27 01:02 pm
todayiamadaisy) wrote2007-07-27 01:02 pm
I'm not fast but I get there in the end
Somewhere very early on in this journal - about three years ago - is an entry in which I proclaim that I'm going to do something "next". And, um, I didn't. But I got around to it yesterday! And that means that I am now the proud owner of Dinara and she's very cute (although she wasn't in a sack as it says on the website; she was in a rather spiffy tin). I bought the green/purple/violet colour scheme; she came with green felt boots and a purple felt skirt but otherwise naked, the hussy. I knitted a violet scarf with purple flowers for her on the train trip home yesterday. Only the jacket, hat and bag to go, and then she can sit up on the little shelf next to my computer in place of the bamboo that died recently, next to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sigune's painting of Miss Pink.
So obviously I was in Melbourne yesterday; in fact, making my yearly pilgrimage to the Craft Fair. I was very good and didn't buymuch too much. I was saddened to note that The Elegant Egg egg decorating shop has gone out of business, or at least wasn't there. The egg decorating slot was taken by a shop named Eggs Plus, which didn't capture my fancy in nearly the same way. Still, I have neither desire nor plans to decorate any eggs so I don't suppose it matters.
On the train trip down, we (being my mother and I, travelling with a group of friends) sat opposite two of the strangest women I've ever encountered. They were sixty-ish and well-dressed, with high-pitched, vague voices, and they had the general air of having never been out anywhere before. They talked to each other, loudly, for the whole, three hour trip. They exclaimed over the wonders of sitting next to the window; one of them told the other one how she had recently had some pizza for the first time ever and it was "lovely, so exotic". Then they whipped out a couple of aged paperbacks by someone with a name that looked like "J. Paul Ceety" and proceeded to analyse them at length for the rest of the trip.
On the way home, the group reconvened and we took over the waiting room at Southern Cross station, spreading quilting fabrics (them) and embroidery threads (me) all over the floor. Dinara was much admired. A few other women we'd never seen before came over and joined in, spreading out what they'd bought too, all much to the bemusement of the young guy sitting on the floor playing with his laptop.
sigune's painting of Miss Pink.So obviously I was in Melbourne yesterday; in fact, making my yearly pilgrimage to the Craft Fair. I was very good and didn't buy
On the train trip down, we (being my mother and I, travelling with a group of friends) sat opposite two of the strangest women I've ever encountered. They were sixty-ish and well-dressed, with high-pitched, vague voices, and they had the general air of having never been out anywhere before. They talked to each other, loudly, for the whole, three hour trip. They exclaimed over the wonders of sitting next to the window; one of them told the other one how she had recently had some pizza for the first time ever and it was "lovely, so exotic". Then they whipped out a couple of aged paperbacks by someone with a name that looked like "J. Paul Ceety" and proceeded to analyse them at length for the rest of the trip.
On the way home, the group reconvened and we took over the waiting room at Southern Cross station, spreading quilting fabrics (them) and embroidery threads (me) all over the floor. Dinara was much admired. A few other women we'd never seen before came over and joined in, spreading out what they'd bought too, all much to the bemusement of the young guy sitting on the floor playing with his laptop.