I went to the Theatre

I interrupt the Encyclopedia to tell you I have been to the Theatre. Yes, Theatre, with a capital T. The Royal Shakespeare Company, King Lear, Sir Ian Mckellen as Lear. It was extraordinarily wonderful. It was funny and violent. There was passion and grief by the bucketload. It was 3.5 hours long, but it simply flew by.

There were some glorious little bits of business that I loved....the opening scenes of dividing the kingdom with Lear reading badly from cue cards at a lecturn.....Regan's fondness for a 'drop'. She took a goblet of wine at every opportunity, which set her up for her eventual poisoning very cleverly.....Lear and the Fool had a running gag going tweaking each others noses....and bawdy moments too....Lear nudging Goneril's husband suggesting it was time she was pregnant, Regan spreading herself across part of the crumbling scaffolding to seduce Edmund, and yes, Lear dropped his trousers in a moment that was completely appropriate, and more shocking for the graphic illustration of the madness than for the nakedness itself. The storm scenes were fantastic, real water raining on Lear and the Fool and Mad Tom. Lear's "Blow wind and crack your cheeks, rage, blow" gave me goosebumps.

Sylvester McCoy plays The Fool, maybe you know him as Doctor Who. He played the spoons, sang and made mischief and told those truths of his with great energy. They hung him, front of stage, and left him hanging, while the lights came up for interval and we went to buy icecream. The 'body' was collected with dignity while we watched and chatted. So clever.These scenes, Lear with Gloucester (William Gaunt) were haunting. Two greiving, broken old men. The Edgar/Edmund story was rich and strong, I thought someone would get hurt in the swordfight. Mad Tom (with a bit of a Gollum feel about him) was wonderful. They got a standing ovation. There were hoots and hollers as the top ten (or thereabouts) took their bows. There was serious feet stamping for Sir Ian. He is beloved by Wellingtonians after living here for a year filming Lord of the Rings. I hope the riotous reception he got at the end of the show reminded him of that. (The pictures are from the RSC website).

I've been disagreeing with reviews by the Dominion Post's Laurie Atkinson for over 20 years now. How does one become a theatre critic that so dominates this little city? Anyway, today's review is another I disagree with. The set, the rain, the Fool....they were magnificent. I had high expectations. They were exceeded.

Picture from the Dominion Post

There was another class act in Wellington on Saturday. Tana Umanga played his last game for Wellington. Famous for keeping his family out of the spotlight, he was joined on the field after the game by 2 of his children. In his farewell speech he spoke of the need to protect our children, of how he could play hard rugby, but he could also go home and love his kids. Just a very few, carefully chosen words. Very classy. Kia ora Tana.

Golly

Let's talk about Gollies. I've got two more, and I'm getting on with this post rather than stress about not being able to find them. The missing gollies are hand knits, from school galas. The bow tie boy above was a gift to Jack when he was born, and the hand made one on the right was a birthday gift to me. (Thanks again J!!) He is made by Pam Lorimer, a very talented local doll-maker. He came with his own quilt, which is around here someplace. See how he is clutching his own tiny teddy? I love his elegant fingers, his wild hair, and his funky blue/black socks.

Ohh, look. These guys are for sale here.

I had a treasured Golly as a little girl. I called him my walligog (apparently!). I have some old Noddy and BigEars books that belonged to my mother as a child, and my favourite features a naughty golliwog story. Sometime in the eighties, naughty Mr Golly was declared racist and disappeared from the Noddy stories. Noddy and Big Ears weren't allowed to spend the night together any more either as I recall.

Here's a Golly quilt, called "Golly Gosh". You can buy the pattern here. Gollies seem to be popular in the Australian quilt making world.

Are they racist? Well, I can understand they may be seen this way, so we'll definitely call them gollies, and not gollywogs. For me they are a much loved childhood memory, and you should know that I don't have a racist bone in my body.

F is for ...

Fabric of course!

Here's how most of my stash is stored, in plastic covered wire drawers, which are strong and light and easy to see through. For years they have lived in an old oak wardrobe, but when I moved I left the wardrobe behind. I'll reclaim it when I have to relocate again. It keeps the fabric out of the dust and our harsh NZ light that fades and weakens cotton fabric very quickly. The drawers fit perfectly with some space in the middle for a stack of plastic drawers that hold tread and notions. I love that cupboard. These drawers are sorted by colour, believe it or not. About half of them hold blue! They're a little untidy at the moment. There are 6 sets of 3 drawers and in my head I try to keep the stash around that size. In reality, well......I think the fabric reporduces itself. But never in the right colour.

I've been messing about with fabric ever since I can remember. I come from a long line of knitters, but I've barely touched knitting needles.

E is for Edward

Edward = sunshine.

simple as that.

Dd

I've spent far too long dithering about D, so best we move on quickly.

There're daffodils of course, my favourite flower.
I thought about photographing dolls, the dolls I played with as a child, true 'vintage' they are, from the days long before Barbie reached these shores....lovely dolls with beautiful dresses. Not in the mood to dig them out and arrange them to show you though. Some other time.

So here, some of my favourite 'd' blogs. One of these has over 2200 bloglines subscribers, and one has 22.

dear megan

Deborah's Journal

Design *Sponge

Dioramarama

disdressed

Doll

dolliedaydream

domesticali

downunderdale

and here's baby Dylan. Delicious!

C is for Crochet

It's a blanket.

But don't hold your breath.

Well, you know.... everyone else was doing it.

Actually I ripped this one out, and started again. It needed to be smaller. You know, so that it took me less than a week to crochet half a row.

B is for books

Books. Can't live without them.

I've read the new Harry Potter. It was good. Better I think, than the last couple, which were too dark, too disturbing. I liked the Hallows much better. I've just read a couple of No.1 Ladies Detective Agency books. They're fun. Think I've had my fill of them now though.

I've been trying to remember some of my earliest favourites. I remember a birthday present book of nursery rhymes that I chose. It's a beautifully illustrated book, trashed by my kids and with its ancient glue and stitching giving way now. I remember Enid Blyton books which belonged to my mother, featuring Noddy and Big Ears and naughty gollywogs. There was a collection of Girls Own annuals at my Grandmother's house, and I loved those too. Thick cartridge paper pages, full of tales of hockey-playing boarding-school gals. I read and re-read the Little Women stories, and Katy, in What Katy Did, and What Katy Did at School and What Katy Did Next was my hero. I remember thinking Jonathon Livingston Seagull was the answer to everything. HA! Slyvia Plath's The Bell Jar probably increased my teenage angst tenfold. Maurice Gee's Plumb series is my Kiwi favourite, and The Bone People by Kerri Hume was a real treasure of my university days. It's the poetry I remember mostly from studying English Lit though, Dennis Glover (a Kiwi), Yeats, and yes even Chaucer (which will make AOF laugh). The Chaucer was compulsory, the exams torture, but the stories are so funny! I remember an incredible lecture about Foreskin's Lament, a NZ play about rugby, with the lecturer taking huge strides using the lecture theatre tables like stairs and rubbing pungent liniment (the smell of club rugby)into his hands and ours and raving about this, the great New Zealand play. Unforgettable. I dropped out of economics about then! And Shakespeare, of course. I have a huge beautifully illustrated Complete Works that my brother bought for me, many moons ago.

I've never known any trouble that an hour's reading didn't assuage.
Charles De Secondat (1689 - 1755)

Hear hear!!

Let's start with A

A meme for August. An encyclopedia of me.
It's Bella Dia's idea, and I'm a little behind. Have a look at what she wrote on 31 July, and join in too.

Alone

July was not kind to me. Character building. There are lots of reasons, and individually they are managable, but one after the other? Well, just too much. With the pressure has come the realisation of some of the things that being alone means. There're the small things, like remembering to put the rubbish out for collecting, and dealing with the re-invasion of the mice, alone, because I'm the grown-up around here. The big decisions, and there are lots to be made, are mine alone.

Alone is, however, not lonely. There is freedom in being alone. My independent spirit is thriving. Let me know if I become cantakerous or intolerant. The few nights I spend at home alone, I treasure. I like the silence. I like to listen to the sea. Sometimes I like to play the same cd over and over with no-one to complain. I can read or blog all night and eat toast for dinner. I can fill the house with friends. I was more lonely in the last couple of years living in an easy, ordered family home than I have been this year. Loneliness was probably one of my main reasons for leaving. It was much harder to be desperately lonely in a relationship than it is to be alone.

So here I am, alone. It ain't so bad.

Ohhh look at Whip Up. Lovely NZ blogs is featured. Scroll down a titch, there are 2 posts featuring NZ Blogs. Now that's cool.

Anknel and Burblets asked me some questions a while back, and now that I've missed out on all that Whip Up generated traffic, I'll get around to answering them.

How did you find out about blogland and what motivated you to join in?
I stumbled across blogland, I've been an internet junkie for a long long time. I think one of the first I discovered was Mrs Mel, and through her, Crazy Aunt Pearl. When I found all the craft bloggers I was hooked.

How long have you been blogging?
Since April 2006. It was a spur of the moment thing...and I regret that I didn't spend more time working on a name. I was having some difficult days, and blogging was a great new distraction. It helped. It still helps.

Please tell us a little of what your blog is about?
My blog is about my quilts and my kids, my travels and studies, and forging a new life. It's an excuse to try to take better photos, and somewhere to show off my quilt making. It keeps me in touch with some far flung friends, and has helped me make some very special new ones.

What do you enjoy most about blogging?
The bloggers! I've made friends. Some very good friends I feel close to but haven't met, and others whose lives I feel involved in, but they probably have no idea! I love reading all the new posts about places and projects that are new to me. To a large extent blogging has stopped me from splurging on magazines.

Where in NZ are you based?
I'm a capital city girl, in Wellington, on the South coast.

Anything else you would like to say.....
Thinking about starting a blog? Do it. Do it today.

the boy wonder

"Mum, quick, come and dance with me", shouts the 10 year old.

Well, you wouldn't turn down an invitation like that , would you? U2's 'Where the streets have no name' is on the radio. He turns it up loud and we dance around the room like wild things. I don't think he really believes me when I tell him I saw U2 play with BB King.

"Can I go on the internet?" he asks.

"Sure", I say, a little bewildered.

He takes his guitar with him. He searches the net, he finds the 'tabs' (whatever they are) and teaches himself to play this new song he's discovered. Never mind Harry Potter. The heroes that call to this boy are The Edge, Neil Finn and George Harrison. He's a wonder.

I'm trying to persuade him to go to the Police concert with me, if they really do come to Wellington in January.

bad and good

Look, the olive oil has solidified again. It's cold! The weather is coming to get me. I've been watching clouds rolling in from the south. The calm, still ocean has turned slate grey, and the waves are growing. I hope those kayakers come back to shore soon.

I won this! From the supermarket. Just by being there. Things like that don't happen to me. Do they happen to you? I hope it's a new trend. Yum! And a basket for my crochet project. Perfect.

No-one I live with is interested in the Harry Potter book. The 13 year old has moved on, isn't interested. The 10 year old has never been interested in that fantasy stuff. They both read a lot though. Guess I'll have to buy it for myself.

8 things

Helen tagged me to tell you 8 things about me.
Well, here you go.....

1. It's so cold in my house the olive oil has solidified. Really. And the rain? It's coming inside. It's dripping into cups.
Dear E&A, homeowners, do not be alarmed. It's the wild weather we're having, it won't last.

2. My name is Helen. 4 of the people who knew me as Pixie have died. 3 of them shockingly suddenly. One painfully of cancer. I think of them all often.

3. I've killed 14 mice in my mouse trap. Guess I've poisoned a whole lot more. Surely they'll stop coming now?

4. I'm quilting my latest quilt with a 1/4 inch grid. Why didn't you stop me?

5. I've got 144 blogs on my bloglines subscription. I'm aiming for 150. Probably won't take much longer. I hope I've got you. Here are two of my latest discoveries:
anknel and burblets and so tread softly .
Oh did you know them already?
Okay, check out i hanna and Yvestown

6. I'm going to San Francisco and New York in November. See, I've told you, so it must be true.

7. I used to write commercials for radio. Back in the day. When radio stations weren't syndicated and each station had its own copywriters and journalists and technicians and 'announcers'. Name me a broadcaster, I've probably worked with them. There are 75 words in a 30 second radio commercial. That will be the source of my accustomed brevity. You can't see spelling mistakes or bad punctuation on the radio either. Best job I ever had...getting paid to be a little crazy. Loved it.

8. I like being tagged, but I wouldn't tag you, you might not appreciate it. So if you want to play, you can say it was me that tagged you.

Speedy Quilts

Two speedy quilts. Two warm sons. They're debating which quilt belongs to which boy. They're considering a time share arrangement.

Butterflies and bugs and blue and green dots and other blue/green things, all from the stash.

Quilted with a large and speedy stipple all over.

It's good to be using fabrics from the stash, some I've had for years but they've never been touched, some are old friends appearing in their 2nd or 3rd quilt. Much nicer to be using them than having them folded away. Is it a quilters 'thing' to remember where I bought them, who gave them to me? There's a piece from Annette's quilt, the binding from the 9-patch, the dotty stuff I bought in Adelaide.
The quilts both have polar fleece on the back, and no batting. I love how the thread disappears into the fleece and all there is to see is the texture.

You like? What colour would yours be? Come out of hiding and leave me a comment.

And then, perhaps there should be one for me?

Holiday

It's good to be at home for a week, hanging out with a bunch of boys (aged 10 - 13), with no pressure to do anything in particular. We've been to Te Papa (not good, seems we don't like crowds), the Science Roadshow (we all loved it, boys inside bubbles, exploding balloons, cool gravity tricks), the King Kong exhibition at the Dowse (wonderful, especially when some people were eventually persuaded to slow down and read the labels beside the exhibits).

There's been a little clay work...

and some baking....

Shame I have to go to work to finance all this..........

in the ditch

See, stitching, in the ditch.
When the seam allowances are pressed one way (all towards the orange), there's a tiny ditch formed. So I stitch into the pink, with the needle just nudging the orange. This is how I stitch the binding down, by machine. I've attached it with the right side of the binding to the front of the quilt. I fold it over, so the part folded to the back just covers the stitches and I press it. Then I machine stitch it down, from the front, in the ditch.

You want more pictures?
Can't take any. Finished Jack's quilt and left it behind.....you know, a couple of hours drive away. Oh well, it has this pretty quilt (which is not made by me) to keep it company........

she said...

Poppalina said this.
and she said it so well, you should read it too.

Friday

Friday night, home alone, remembering to breathe.

• enjoying the flowers and their shadow
• packing wine, chocolate and sewing, to take on an overnight visit with friends a couple of hours away
• listening to a new PINK CD (yes, really, don't be rude!) and dancing around the house
• contemplating my performance at a job interview today
• wondering who to ask to be referees
• thinking of Manda
• loving Melissa's cute jackets, and thinking a sewing day with her would be fun
• quietly happy about great marks for my research report
• a little bit in love with baby Phoebe
• enjoying the buzz of affection and respect that flowed in bucketfuls at the retirement function for a much loved colleague tonite, he'll be greatly missed
• wondering what will happen next!
  

The spoon thing

Heather posted the soap trick.
I thought I'd show you the spoon thing.
Next time you pin-baste a quilt......put all the pins in, and leave them open. Then, get a spoon, slide it under the point of the pin, and push it closed. Speedy, and easier on the fingers.

Next, quilt like a mad woman....by machine of course.

I'm making a quilt for Jack. A quilt of hot colours, by special request. It's shaping up to be the speediest quilt ever. It has polar fleece on the back, and I'm quilting a big stipple all over it. My aim is to have it on his bed by the weekend. I'll show you some more when it's bound. Meantime, just looking at it is warming me up while the southerly batters our house.

Look what I found!

Daffodils, cheering me up in the middle of winter.

It needs some perfect little lemon cup cakes to go with it I think.

You?

I forgot to ask,
are you fine?
Is it hard work?

Fine

My boss, who is a saint, it must be said, had a quiet word with me.
'You are', he said, 'very good at telling me that you're fine, the projects are fine, the deadlines are fine, everything is fine. But is it really?'.
Truth is, it's damned hard work feeling fine.
But I am, really.
I'm fine.
And I'm working hard on being fine, so I don't seem to have any words to blog.

I've got a week off in July. I think I might go build a snowman, with my boys, on a mountain someplace.

What you looking at?

Somewhere

Somewhere over the rainbow
Skies are blue... ... ...

Research paper

Submitted.
Phew!

Dinner

Chicken and Sausage Jambalaya, from Dish.
It was good!

Sunday

Wet, and cold.
I'm going to light the fire.
Come visit.

Enjoying

Some new china. A perfect blue.

Dear Mouse
(or Mice, which is probably more correct).
I have found the cork which you have been enjoying. I've swept up the poison you seem to have been rolling in. I hope you ate some. I'm sorry I had to kill those 7 of your friends and family, but really, we couldn't live together any longer. I thought they were all very good looking. I gave them a good send off, one by one, out of the trap and ceremonially into the rubbish bin. The poison is under the sink, the trap is now in the gap next to the fridge, in case you would like a snack. I've washed the cupboards and the drawers. I've washed everything inside them too. I've poured hot water into the cutlery draw, and it's outside drying in the sun. I've put anything attractive to you into a plastic container or into a cupboard that so far hasn't interested you. Could we just agree to get along now? You can have the outside, do what you like....go for your life. The inside, especially the kitchen, is mine.
thanks
Pixie.

Good things

The chocolate is from Japan. A gift. Thank you, you were right, it really is good. Who'd have thought?

The Mud House merlot is good too, and goes well with the chocolate. Mellow and smooth.

Have you read 'Mocking bird'? Not since you were 14? Read it again. It's so good I feel ready to ditch my current study in favour of immersing myself in the analysis of literature. Better not though.

I'll be the one on the sofa, with a glass of wine, what's left of the chocolate and some academic tome.

Sometimes

Sometimes, I'm all about studying. But I don't miss the sunrise very often.

Went to Dunedin (again)

Sometimes, I'm all about trains.

Went to Dunedin

Hung out in a cafe in the sun.

Yep, still alive

Really enjoyed the Annie Bonza exhibition at Te Papa.

That's a wedding dress from the early '90s that Annie made for a magazine layout. It says "three times a lady" on the front. You know, from the (dreadful) song. She didn't think a bride would want "once, twice" on the back. It says "how sweet it is to be loved by you" on the sleeves.

More wordy dresses. Loved 'em.

aarrghhh!

• Can't find my keys. Perhaps they're in Australia somewhere. Happily there was a house key stashed in a secret place so I could get in. Also happily there were spare car keys at my former residence.
• The smoke alarm decided it needed a new battery. Nice of it to let me know, at 3am.
• I managed to drain the car battery overnight, car won't go. Must have left the boot open or something.
• Missed my ocean swim because the car wouldn't start. Very frustrating. My body needs some serious exercise.
• Can't take the DVD back, because the car won't start. The first one I've borrowed on my new membership. HA!
• Met some nice neighbours who tried to help me start the car. Car won't go. Nice swim buddy came by to see if he could help. Car won't go. Called the AA. Oh yes, had to call former residence to get AA membership number. Bugger.
• Very nice AA man came. Car won't go.
• Very nice towing man came. Offered to buy car! Momentarily tempted. But then I'd need a new car. Not a good idea. Car gone now.
• Can't pick up boys, so they decided to stay where they were, then all (yes, all....it's very civilised around chez Pixie) come over for dinner. I figure I'll do the Mothers Day baking that Ed and I had planned, all by myself. Discover resident mice, in desperation, have got into the self-raising flour specially purchased yesterday. Which led to the boot being open. Which led to the car not starting. Well, you get the picture.

Oh yeah, happy Mothers Day to me. This independence lark is feeling a bit over-rated today!!

memememememememememe

Martha asked me some questions a while back:

1. What direction in life didn't you take when you were 18?
I didn't go to Otago University. I turned down my place in a hostel and pulled out of courses when I was offered a coveted, impossible-to-get job as a copywriter with Radio New Zealand. It was a good decision. I worked all over NZ for a few years and had a lot of fun.

2. What talent are you particularly proud of?
I believe in the power of positive thinking. And believe me, sometimes it takes real talent. (Sentence beginning with 'and', especially for Martha).

3. What is your favourite thing with pasta?
A good dollup of fresh tomato sauce with lots of herbs and garlic please.

4. Red or white?
Whatcha got? A good Sav Blanc please, or maybe a Pinot. A Merlot would be nice, a Chardonnay will do fine if it's cold. I'll have what you're having.

5. Who is your favourite actor?
Have you seen Breaking and Entering? I really enjoyed it. Jude Law. Quiet, subtle and a little too pleased with himself. And needing a shave. Mmmmmmm very nice.


Judy has tagged me with the 7 things meme. (I reckon she's stretching the truth with hers). Well let's see:

1. I hate marmalade. Hate it. It's the one thing I don't eat. Ever.

2. I love cherry ripes. A lot. That's one good reason to go to Australia. You can't buy them in NZ these days. Why is that?

3. I made my first quilt in 1983. Really. It's lovely too, a red, white and blue log cabin. I hand quilted it. I left it behind when I moved houses. That was a mistake. I'll pick it up tomorrow.

4. I struggled for 8 weeks to breastfeed Jack, my first boy. I did it. AOF sent me a medal to celebrate. It was so important to me, I refused to give up, although that probably would've been a healthy decision. It is a struggle I am very proud to have stuck with. The extremely necessary caesarian that probably saved both his life and mine, and meant he spent a week or so in intensive care, made breastfeeding extremely difficult. His little brother, in complete contrast, had his first breastfeed less than an hour old. Yes, I'm a zealot. One day I'll be a lactation consultant.

5. I read a book a week. Most weeks anyway. I read all kinds of things, which I think of as trash. I rarely remember their titles or authors. I read to fall asleep, and I read to quiet the thoughts in my head. I'm reading my way through the homeowners bookshelves. Not a lot of trash there, but plenty to interest me. I'm reading poetry, Welsh poets. Very lyrical.

6. Can't decide where I want to live next. I'll have to move Dec/Jan. City apartment? House of my own? Can't decide.

7. My favourite place that I've travelled to is Bangkok. Oh, and then there's this little place in Tasmania with a pretty view.......... Ah, travel. I love to travel. This year I have my sights set on the USA.

I'm supposed to Tag some more people. I tag you dear reader!

Travelling

I've been to Sydney. Not time for much but my lovely hotel room and the meeting. The Marriot (the Hyde Park one) is an old favourite for lots of reasons. Look at that view! And that beautiful bed. I managed to mess it up all by myself.Then I went to Hobart. Did a little work, and met these guys. Casper and Austin. They were lots of fun and very cute. I'm pretty fond of their human too.

I went up a mountain. Mount Wellington. So high! Above the bush line by car. That's a pretty laid back way to climb a mountain. There was also some great Pinot Noir (Tasmanian of course!), wonderful seafood at The Drunken Admiral, a nice lunch in a little country town, and oh......that perfect spa bath (insert contented, very relaxed sigh here). The warm fuzzy glow hasn't worn off yet.

Back to Sydney after that....more meetings and a long flight back to windy Wellington. For the first time this house is too quiet.

And I've lost my keys somewhere, which is going to make it hard to drive the car.