More bushwalking pix …

How brilliant would it be to live in this bunker? All concrete and brutalist.

What the photo doesn’t show is the very steep drop off at the front – it’s perched quite high on a sandstone cliff, which I think makes it all the more appealing.

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So peaceful. How good are those clouds?

I grew up at the beach and honestly, couldn’t wait to get away. I’ve always been exceptionally happy with that decision, but lately I’ve really been feeling a pull toward the ocean – I have no idea what this is about.

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And where would any walk in nature be without the requisite carolbaby hiking pose?

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I usually find the transition to daylight savings pretty challenging and this year is no different.

I’ve been sleeping quite badly for a while now (waking frequently, hot flushes), so another hour lost is not ideal.

Add to this the low-grade not-getting-a-cold and no surprise that I crashed on the couch after returning home from SML and mindlessly scrolled the InformationSuperhighway for a couple of hours in a sleepy fog.

I expect this to continue for the next couple of weeks, so abundant rests when I can get them and attempting to keep the minimal exercise up.

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Today promised relatively nice weather, so to carpe the Public Holiday Don and I dragged ourselves to La Perouse this morning for a bit of a bushwalk around the headland.

It’s quite an interesting area – lots of bushland, sandstone cliffs, ultra-exclusive golf course, nude beach (discovered after taking wrong turn – oops) and some very cool gun emplacement ruins.

We were sensible enough to bring along a bottle of water and apply sunscreen (which we keep in the car). Unfortunately we are not sensible enough to keep insect repellent in the car and were attacked by very aggressive flies for most of the otherwise very nice and fairly easy 7km walk.

We do live in a very beautiful city.

It was lovely to get out and about and do something outside the routine. Every time we do something like this we wonder why we don’t do it more often – one of those mysterious mysteries.

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taking over

Spent the day reading those library books – with brief interludes for grocery shopping and lunch at our fave local sushi place.

And a much longer interlude driving around the world seeking a small table for the not-sewing room.

It’s a public holiday tomorrow and I have absolutely nothing planned save for sloth.

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I am not getting sick

I am not getting sick

I am not getting sick

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Three day weekend!

It will come as no surprise to learn that I have prepared a quite lengthy Action list.

+ read library books or return them
+ make a plan for all those crafts
+ sort fabric stash
+ make David Lebovitz’s Pasta Bolognaise
+ bring up the boxes of CDs from the garage (voyage of rediscovery!)
+ acquire small desk / table for the not-sewing-room
+ 10min cardio x3
+ knit to the shoulder decreases of the impossible jumper
+ go outside for a bit!
+ pack heaters away!
+ winter coats to cleaner
+ don’t think about SML
+ go easy on the housework!

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Spotted this morse code chart embedded in the footpath under the Harbour Bridge on my lunchtime walk.

Naturally I immediately stopped to send Don morse code messages.

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sunset this evening

Every morning for the last couple of weeks I’ve been either getting on the exercise bike or getting out for a very slow, very short run around the block.

I started out with a minimum of 5 minutes, then moved to 7, now have kicked over to 10.

The idea is to neither terrify myself with anything that seems insurmountable nor injure myself – and so far I’m doing a decent job at this.

It is interesting how long it has taken to recover from that dreadful cold of July and how my fitness has whittled away to almost nothing this year!

I’m hoping to claw some of it back in a very low-key kind of way.

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I’ve been acquiring a good many crafting supplies recently but making little to no progress on the actual crafting.

2x fabric + sashiko supplies

In addition to the above, there’s another recently acquired length of fabric, kintsugi supplies – and around 50 other projects in my head.

I was thinking this morning that I really should sketch out some sort of plan for translating the buying into doing and get on with it.

And while I was thinking those thoughts an interview with amy louise baker on textile artist appeared in my RSS reader.

TheUniverse clearly trying to tell me something with the answer to the final question.

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What advice would you give to an aspiring textile artist?

Just do it! I often get distracted from actually just making something. I buy more supplies, do more research or think about my next social media post. Sometimes I’m just too tired and don’t have any ideas. I make excuses not to work.

Go and make something for ten minutes. Anything. No excuses. RIGHT NOW!

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While I didn’t do anything RIGHT NOW! and I have no ambitions to be a textile artist, there’s definitely something in that answer which almost galvanises me to take some action. Almost.

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I spotted this delightfully ridiculous Halloween decoration in Daiso a couple of years ago and have regretted not buying it ever since.

Who wouldn’t want a large(ish) inflatable cat which appears to be designed by someone who has never seen a cat?

In subsequent years around this time I’ve checked the various Daiso stores but have invariably been disappointed.

So imagine my delight when I found it last week in the store underground near the cinema in George Street!

There was no way it was not going to be mine.**

$2.80 very well spent

It now lives on my desk at the Project Sulfur office, and will also make an excellent Jólakötturinn at Xmas.

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** Though obviously I do feel some guilt about earth’s precious resources being used to construct such thing, and possibly creating some sort of demand by purchasing it.