My very own country
I have discovered inadvertently that I now have my very own country; how cool is that? In a sporadically esoteric sort of a way. (See logic + proportion clothing)
Not many of us are given the opportunity to have our own country, so I hope you will join with me and make it a cause for celebration.
Welcome to Asutralia.
A movable feast
Easter is a movable feast. I’ve always wanted someone to ask me: When is Easter? So I could answer: Oh, Easter is the first Sunday after the first ecclesiastical full moon after the 21st of March.
Of course, it makes total sense when you think about it.
But no-one ever has. Asked me.
So in case you were wondering when Easter is, it’s the first Sunday after the first ecclesiastical full moon after the 21st of March.
Search and rescue
My summer samples have arrived. When I say arrived, I don’t mean arrived, exactly, I mean we again had to send out a search and rescue mission (see Still Waiting…), to Australia Post to find my 3 day express door to door delivery.
Anyway, so the parcel is here, and I’ve been staring at it for a couple of hours thinking: Well, I should really open this now.
Or I could go and have another helping of blood orange and dark chocolate gelato and think about the ramifications of it.
Finally.
Logic + proportion website is up and running. Well, walking perhaps.
However, it is there. www.logicandproportion.com.au
Does Mark Zuckerberg have any other clothes to wear?
I saw a Larson cartoon of Santa, once, where he was standing in front of his wardrobe looking at seven identical red suits, and he was thinking: What shall I wear today?
Does mark Zuckerberg stand in front of his wardrobe with seven identical grey T-shirts, and seven identical pairs of dark jeans, and think: What shall I wear today?
Dummy hierarchy
My dressmaker’s dummy has a temporary assignment; she has been seconded to Brendan Penzer as an artist’s model. That’s her on the stand. If you look closely you can see the sewing pins stuck in her neck.
This is something of a step up for her in dummy hierarchy. She no longer wants to be known as a dummy, but will now only answer to model; I have a feeling that I’m going to be having trouble in the future with her prima donna pretensions.
Brendan, I think you may have created a monster.
Now I know you are dying to see her at Brendan’s exhibition:
Text, Politics and the Flesh
Brendan Penzer
ACDC Gallery @ CreativeHub
189 Marine Terrace Geraldton
Friday 17 June – Sat 25 June 2016
Double double decaf
I forgot to tell you that I finally went to Quiet Life (see Computers Coffee and Candy); actually I forgot to write the blog entirely.
It’s a gorgeous little café: Leila and Rhys have done such a good job.
I went with my friend Valli. I ordered a decaf and she said: I’ll have the usual, thanks. God, I think that’s so cool: I’ve always wanted to say that: I’ll have the usual, thanks. She whispered to me: could you give that order quietly? Do you think I want to be seen with someone who orders decaf?
Valli had ordered a quadruple shot espresso, or something, and stayed totally normal. I, on the other hand, go hyper on a decaf. A decaf will keep me up at night. Is that pathetic, or what?
Big Plane
Last time we came back from Bali, as we were taxiing in to Perth Airport, the Captain said: look out the left hand side windows and you will see the Antonov.
So we looked out the left hand side of the plane, and the Antonov An-225 Mriya was taxiing in at the same time as us (only quicker).
That was pretty exciting; but we had to sit in the carpark for three hours, though, before the gridlock of sightseers cleared, and we could drive home.
The computer says No
My favourite addiction at the moment is Gelista Blood Orange and Dark Chocolate gelato.
We drove to the Post Office to collect the clothing parcels; they all fitted into the car in one go, though we had to shut the back door real quick, so they wouldn’t fall out.
So now, finally, we have the first winter collection for logic + proportion clothing all ready to go, but we haven’t managed to get the website finished. We tried very hard to have it ready today, but the computer says No.
However, as soon as the computer agrees to it, we will be up and away (got a big day, sorry can’t stay…)
Recycling pizza boxes
I really like the idea of using recycled boxes for shipping – it doesn’t sound right to say “shipping” when you send by road: “roading”? Or by air: “airing”? – my garments.
There’s a place in Perth that recycles boxes, so I thought I’d give them a try. I bought some of their recycled pizza boxes; they still have the writing on them, so I have to turn them inside out and fold them with the writing on the inside. This is a bit tricky, as they have a memory, and become somewhat obnoxious about being folded the opposite way.
However, I shall persevere. I shall overcome these sanctimoniously recalcitrant inanimate objects.
For the sake of generations to come.
THE STORY OF A CLOTHING BRAND 