Monday, 22 October 2012

The Paisley Years

Now my embarrassing little secret about my floral fabric collection is out, you might as well see the paisley collection. And before you tactlessly ask, no I was too young to be a hippie, and have never been to India, or San Francisco even. (I'm looking at you, the teenager who sold me a senior citizen's movie ticket.) So now I'm making up for it.

When we were growing up, we used to call fabric "material". Is this a Kiwi-ism or perhaps it comes from my forebears in England, Ireland or Scotland? Maybe it's just an Otago thing. I'm keen to know what other people call their fabric stash.
Violet XXX

Monday, 15 October 2012

Obsessive compulsive fabric collector.

I've been collecting fabric for eons - my oldest pieces belonged to my grandmother and I've had them about 30 years. I enjoy sewing but don't have much free time to indulge. Last year I started adding to Nana's vintage patterns and now I have over 100. I thought I'd put some photos together to show you how fabulous they are. Here's my floral collection:


Thanks for indulging my colour and fabric and pattern obsessions!
Violet XXX







Thursday, 4 October 2012

Melbourne part 5- mad dash to the North.

Way back in July and August, my winter holiday in Melbourne was vanishing fast. I hopped on the train to northern Victoria, having booked online from NZ, and was amazed at how cheap it was. (Most of the passenger trains in NZ were annihilated years ago.) It was good to escape the torrential rain for a while.
The trip was quite pleasant, apart from some railway staff member sitting behind me and talking about his cancer treatment the whole way. I've been there, done that, and got the t-shirt, and I don't want to think about it any more.
It was lovely to see some signs of spring, like lambs, blossom on the trees, as well as wattle flowers, white herons (?), vineyards, goats, kangaroos, cattle and alpacas. The rain meant there was lots of surface flooding, and my brother later took me in his 4WD through some of the puddles!
By the way, I'm not really complaining about the rain - I love it.
I took some photos from the train:

This is an art deco fruit preserving factory, near my brother's workplace. It was great to spend time with my family, some of whom I haven't seen in a few years. I miss them so much.
My nephew kept making a break for freedom, because he wanted to go and see these birds:
There was a sculpture park there which celebrated the dairy industry with lots of amazing cow sculptures.
 Kookaburra (a real one)
 We took a little trip to Echuca where I spotted this lovely muriel and my dream car.
 On a beautiful old paddle-steamer on the Murray. The kids were allowed to steer for a bit, and they loved it.

I don't know the name of this woman, but she was an amazing singer. There was a blues festival on while we were in Echuca.
After ransacking all the opshops in Shepparton, and being chauffeured around by my ever-patient brother, we travelled back to Melbourne for a couple more days - final photos coming soon.
Take care everyone,