It’s interesting how close to the skin my sewing experience is to me (no pun intended). Before we left I joked that all I needed to settle in was a fabric store close by. Turns out this is truer than I knew.
Some disappointing experiences at Lincraft and the other options in the CBD left me feeling a bit out of sorts. Apparently fabric á 150 AUD / meter is a thing down here, while tracing paper is not. They buy single patterns and cut them straight out. I should have known, since they do not seem to sell sewing magazines like Burda anywhere. The Needlefruit Sewing Lounge in Paddington seemed promising online, but turned out to be just for sewing courses.
However, the lovely lady there did point me in in the direction of The Fabric Store in Fortitude Valley. This is where I finally felt at home. So much nice fabrics arranged by color and material. Mostly plain instead of busy prints, often really fun but just not me. And next to cottons they have jerseys as well, which is a rare thing in this part of the world. I got a mustard cotton and a beautiful red raw silk for the projects I have in mind, and some tracing fabric (when in Rome…). But I’ll be back for more! They are open on Sundays as well, and they are having a sale at the moment….
Our first thunderstorm down under started building up at sundown, with the mountains as backdrop. Did I already tell you I love the view from up here? Lightning was beautiful, but I understand Australia has more spectacle to offer.
I’ve been spending my mornings on the balcony as well. After the Kiss and dark chocolates, we now also have “our” coffee cups. The more things change, the more they stay the same. But I do have (and make) more time for reading. Finished “Welcome to Night Vale”, the book from the podcast of which there will be a show in town next month. I liked the book better than the podcast. It’s just as weird but with a more defined story line and dare I say plot. It’s still Night Vale, but the book allows you to set your own pace and reflect on the ideas now and again.
I bought this book in Brizzy, at a 50% discount. There’s plenty of bookshops to be found all around town, but unfortunately a lot of them have closing down sales. Seems like the bookshop will soon be a thing of the past here as well. Alas, I too will contribute to their downfall, with an e-reader filled to the brim with unread books…
I’ve got my sewing machine in Brizzy! Time to make good use of it by vamping up my “uniform” a bit. I don’t really have a uniform of course, but I might take up the habit of my colleague down under of wearing Deltares polo shirts. It makes it clear to my office mates where I’m from. However, I don’t like to wear poloshirts, hence the sewing frenzy this weekend. Two down, two to go!
Our shipment finally arrived on Thursday January 14th. It took a bit longer than the promised 10-14 days, since pick up in The Hague was on December 16th….
Turns out that signing up for http://www.meetup.com/, the Fri-Arv-Grog (my attempt to translate vrijmibo to Aussie, but it doesn’t have the same ring to it) and even a quick chat in the elevator are pretty good ways to meet the locals. Aussies are pretty friendly and welcoming folk, that’s for sure.
So what do you do on a cloudy, drizzly Saturday in Brisbane? Right, you sew!
At the end of the first week of work, I’m still trying to decide on the daily routine. The early bird here definitely catches the cooler wurm, it’s just hard to break old habits.
Spent the weekend doing a fat lot of nothing, reading my new book (http://www.welcometonightvale.com/) on the roof and making my first poached egg since chemistry class. Jaap has been more productive, working on our shoe storage solution.
Next step is to get a workout routine into the mix. My bike is still in transit and in any case I won’t be using it like I did in NL. I guess it’s the gym for me. It’s right there on the roof. Just get up and go. You can jump in the pool afterwards to cool down and enjoy the city view. Why are you still sitting on your lazy ass?
Nothing like a fire alarm to get to know your neighbors. 10 year old Jasper was quite excited about the whole event, but his 12 year old sister Kayla couldn’t be bothered much. We needed to calm our nerves afterwards with a T&T. Cheers!
We’ve moved into our own place on New Years Day. This might seem like a small feat for a furnished apartment after our last move of our entire house in only one day. However, that was with the help of friends and after a long and thorough preparation. Here in Brizzy, it was just the two of us, still unaccustomed to the local temperatures (and a bit intoxicated by the two glasses of champagne for breakfast to celebrate first the Dutch and then the Portugese New Year).
Furnished or not, the place needed some adjustment to suit our needs. The second bedroom had to make room for a work- (and play-)room. Fortunately, there’s a completely useless second bathroom (who wants to clean two?), which nicely holds the second bed. And yes, we did make (several) IKEA run(s). So we’re happy to announce we once more invited Ivar to our home, this time in good company with some new friends Markus, Tornlinden and Nilserik and the trusted Molger in the bedroom. And as a finishing touch, we once again have The Kiss by Klimt above the television.