Saturday, 22 December 2007

Scatterdays begins with an S...

.. and that's appropriate because I just scraped in!

My first Scatterday is Medical and it's that most useful of gadgets, a sphygmometer, or more correctly, a sphygmomanometer. Sphygmo, from the Greek sphugmos, pulse, and manometer, a pressure gauge, from the Greek manos, thin and metron, measure. So you won't be surprised to know it's a device for measuring blood pressure! (Medical types have literal minds, it seems.)I'm relieved to tell you that the stress of Christmas hasn't caused my blood pressure to soar, or anything serious like that! I don't quite know why we own one of these things, but we do.

My second Scatterday is a beverage, Sabra. This is my favourite liqueur of all, and possibly even surpasses my love of schnapps (none of your fancy flavoured rubbish, the real deal!). I don't have a bottle of schnapps in my cupboard at present (sounds like a reason to buy one!) but I do have this bottle of Sabra. It's an Israeli liqueur, which tastes like alcoholic Jaffas. (For those not lucky enough to live in Oz, Jaffas are round orange-coated chocolate sweets. They are delicious but they are also famous for being rolled down the aisles in picture theatres when I was but a young thing, making a significant clatter. It was always a hard decision whether to eat or roll.) This is quite an elderly bottle of Sabra, and I'm not sure you can even buy it in Australia these days, certainly not in mainstream grog shops.

Then, we have Christmas. Now it would have been so easy to photograph one of the several seasonal Santas that have stirred from their annual sleep, but instead I've selected a Star. This star has graced my Christmas tree since 1981, and was bought from an early precursor of the Oxfam shop, somewhere down in the inner city. It was constructed in India and the miserable smidgen I paid bought someone something, way back when. If you look closely, you can see one of the Santas below it (he's banging his own drum, I think) and over to the left, a snowman, who for some reason is carrying a shiny parcel. He dates from 1984, from a set that included a downhill-skiing Santa, some soldiers and a sitting-down snowman. Sadly, they are somewhere out of shot, but certainly present. David the chief tree dresser insists that every decoration must be included. Since I buy at least one each year, this number is not inconsiderable. One day, the tree will fall to dust beneath their weight.

Finally, as an extra, I bring you Stones, given to me by my god-daughter several years ago. And with them, I wish everyone a very happy Christmas, and a peaceful, safe and satisfying New Year!

Saturday, 15 December 2007

Scatterdays D

Sorry, no actual photos this week, it's been that kind of week.

Had I taken photos, they would have been:
Sewing: My trusty darning foot on my sewing machine, and the difficult darts on the stretch cotton sateen pants I'm making, from my tried and true pattern, that did not want to describe my diameter but rather develop it to new dimensions. Dastardly darts! They have been disciplined into doing their duty now.
Vehicles: The dump truck and digger that the helicopter pilot I showed earlier drives when he's not detailed to fly helicopters. I think this toy set might develop into a theme like Pennie's Babushkas!
Touchy Feely: Well obviously, something I like the touch and feel of is David, but to keep this clean and family-oriented, I decided to photograph dirt. Yes, dirt, specifically the very lovely rich clean smelling dirt of my veggie patch, which is rewarding me by producing beans and tomatoes and silverbeet and beans and basil and baby squash and... did I mention the beans? Should anyone desire a few beans for dinner, by all means descend upon my garden to your delight and delectation. It's fast reaching the point when anyone foolish enough to visit me is obliged to leave with a bag of beans. You have been warned.

I also planned to photograph my collection of Dupioni silks. I have metres and metres of maroon Dupioni and magenta Dupioni,and a deep purple and a bright watermelon (this one a find at St Vinnies' op shop), a cerise one and a turquoise shot with purple, a bright blue shot with purple and a dusky pink and a silvery grey-brown. Yep, I love this fabric and whenever I see it at a good price (like half price, or in the case of Vinnies, 2.2m for $6!), I just have to buy it. I expect someone will have to drape them over my coffin in due course, but until then, I love it and occasionally make myself something from it, when I want to feel really special. OK, maybe if I get a minute one day, I'll photograph them for you anyway - they really are delicious!

So this week, you get to exercise your imaginations! On to next week!

Friday, 7 December 2007

Scatterday begins with a K

I'm early this week, because tomorrow I'll be partying with the Sydney SCQuilters. This week's Scatterdays photos begin with a K and are In My Neighbourhood, Dangerous Things and Blue Things.

In my neighbourhood, there is a kindergarten, of course. (I'm sure I'm not the only one to have one of those!) But it's right across the street from the shopping centre, where you will find our lovely pharmacist, Kim. We also have a Kent St, along with streets called Dorset, Somerset, Essex, Suffolk, Norfolk, Cambridge, Oxford - bit of a pattern here, do you think? But I didn't get over there to take a photo.

My dangerous things are Knives (and I bet I'm not the only one to think of that too!)since I put the kibosh on kern (an Irish footsoldier) and a kestrel (hunting bird dangerous to smaller birds) and our collection of weapons doesn't include a knobkerrie. Though I think there's a kris about here somewhere. I included the Staysharp knife because a policeman friend of mine told me, back in the seventies when they became popular, that they were the Number 1 implement in domestic stabbings. There's dangerous for you!

My blue thing is my knitting bag. I made it in the fourth grade, so I was probably about 10 years old. Back in the dark ages, we girls were taught sewing while the boys did woodwork, and I remember being very envious of them! See my beautiful embroidery? I think it was probably unpicked a dozen times - Mrs Muller was a perfectionist! But by gee, her lessons have stayed with me these many years.

Sunday, 2 December 2007

Scatterdays

I'm late, I'm late, for a very important date.....
Sorry, it's been one of those weeks and yesterday was just one long party. I was busy being the ATASDA librarian (and enjoying the marvellous Christmas Party food)and last night was our neighbours' significant wedding anniversary. My life is just onelong party... So belatedly, here is my Letter M Scatterday, with the categories of Weapons, Textures and Hobby.

My weapon was easy - it's the Mace. On our travels around the Pacific, we collected a club or mace from each country, and here they are displayed. It includes maces and clubs from Samoa, American Samoa, Fiji, New Caledonia, New Zealand and Australia. One of the Samoan ones was made by David from a traditional design, while we were in Samoa, so I guess it counts as a hobby too.

I thought my Texture was going to be easy too, as I took photos of some marvellous mud patterns at Emmdale Roadhouse (even the name is slightly M-ish) on the way out to Broken Hill two years ago. But the photos have mysteriously vanished. So instead I have Minerals, very appropriate for the child of a mining town! I photographed them in the Mining Museum in Broken Hill.

Hobby was also easy, since I'm married to a man with so many of them! Here we have some of his Models. The first is a Ferrari, an early one of his models of which he is inordinately proud, shown mirrored in its cabinet. The second is a working steam engine model - one of the two we own. The other one was made from scratch by David's grandfather - this one is a kit model, which was a present from Ben to David for a significant birthday.

So, all in all, it's taken me more time to type this message than it did to assemble the photos. Just as well, really, as I'm running so late! OK off to see this week's Scatterday.