Wednesday, 30 January 2008

Pinboard Goodness

Yesterday, the man and I completed our first piece of shared home craft. A pinboard to hang by the door and decorate with pictures as well as shopping lists ("indkĂžbsliste" as I have learnt such lists are called in Danske.)

The pinboard itself was 75,- DKK (around AUD$16) but it was covered in a horrible poo-brown hessian. After a quick stop in at a fabric store in town and grabbing a piece of off-cut black material for only 37,-DKK (AUD$8), I covered it to make it look nicer. When we held it up we were delighted to discover that it looked a bit like a blackboard, giving it a restaurant menu kind of look.

The man got to be very DIY and put up some hooks for it to hang on using his trusty power drill, and he was excited to get to do the first bit of decorating on the board itself. I followed through with some silly bits and pieces to fill it up with, my favourite of which it the centre piece - a cartoon drawing of different ways to surreptitiously give the finger.

Next craft project in the works: A plastic shopping bag holder (made with the left over pieces of black material from the pinboard)

Tuesday, 29 January 2008

Red Eyes and Bad Carpet.

Well, here I am in Denmark. Finally posting after the long flights and getting rested and settled.

The flights weren't all that bad except for the sheer boredom, the close proximity one must be to random strangers for extended lengths of time and the ability of airlines the world over to serve crappy meals at really stupid times.

To get my internal body clock switched to northern hemisphere time, I stayed awake for the entire first "half" of the journey. A 7 and a half hour flight from Sydney to Singapore followed by a 7 hour wait in Changi Airport (the swanky new Terminal 3.) That coupled with the hours I was awake before getting on the flight in Sydney meant that I was awake for about 20 hours untill I stumbled onto the flight from Singapore to Copenhagen.

By that stage I was kind of ready to kill. My eyes were stinging from the air conditioning and the people that were milling about in Changi Airport made me want to punch them in the back of the head. I had the great pleasure to experience not one, not two, but three seperate individuals who felt it perfectly prudent to fart rather loudly in the middle of a large group of people and not appologise and even look to have the audacity to be proud of themselves for it.

Just so you know, the guy in the red shirt in the picture below was the loudest farter of the 3.

After an hour and a half sitting at gate A4 waiting for my flight to board, I also developed and intense hatred for the carpeting in the terminal. I wanted to track down the person who thought it was a good idea to put that attrocity on the floor and stick lemon juice coated tooth-picks in their eyes.

Once on board the final flight, I thought I was going to be hugely lucky and get 3 seats to myself. But then the small guy from the row ahead of me decided that he didn't like his asile seat and he climbed over the top of me and plonked himself in the empty seat next to the window. The fucker!! I decided then and there that he was in no way going to benefit from the empty seat between us, and he watched me through fuming eyes as I stretched my legs out and took up as much of the spare space as I could. I smiled at him in a way that I hoped made it clear that if he tried at all to muscle me out of this position, he would end up on the wrong end of my fist.

I fell asleep fairly quickly at that point, as did most of the people on the plane, but we were awoken only an hour later to be served some horrible food. Why they thought we would want food at this point was anybody's guess. I mean it was probably 2 in the morning local time...not really the best moment to serve up some cardboard flavoured meal and a few slices of fruit if you ask me. I ignored it and went back to sleep and was lucky to squeeze in a good 8 hours worth before waking up to the little guy talking loudly over the top of me to his wife across the aisle.

The saving grace for the entire trip was landing in Copenhagen and getting to hold and kiss my fiance again after not being with him for 6 months. His big beaming smile made it all worth it.

Tuesday, 22 January 2008

Tomorrow...and onwards

Tomorrow, I leave Australia to go and make a new life with my soon-to-be husband in Denmark.

I am nervous, excited and elated to be finally on my way, and of course sad to say goodbye (for now) to the country of my birth. There are not a lot of words to explain how that feels. My mind is doing it's usual trick of being calm and serene one moment and bat-shit insane the next, making this last night seem slightly surreal.

For weeks now I have been looking at things through slightly altered eyes. Sometimes I would be thinking to myself, "Is this the last time I am going to see this sight for a while...", "I wonder when I will hear a whip-bird call again..." and suddenly I feel that I have somehow missed some things. Things that I should have paid more attention to or been open to.

But then I realise there is no point dwelling on things that I can not change, and I remember what it is I am about to do.

I am off...tomorrow morning...to strange and exciting new adventures. Adventures like becoming a wife, learning to live and communicate in another country and another language, finding my place in a new culture. Learning to live with my friends on the other side of the world (and missing them), and attempting to make new friends in my new surroundings.

This is going to be a challenge, probably the biggest of my life.


Sunday, 13 January 2008

My first knitted piece!!!




Behold my latest creation!!!

And, my first true piece of knitting.

I taught myself to knit over the holiday period by watching Thread Heads on youtube and practising with some hideously eye-munging red yarn. That piece ended up being full of holes cause of dropped stitches or lumpy from knots and stuff ups. I kept over-thinking purling and screwing a lot up but once I got the hang of it I started on something that I, at first, wanted to be a black (like my soul) scarf.

But I kept forgetting what kind of row I was up to when I put my work down: "Was it knit this row or was it purl?"

I ended up having to make a little system, whereby I would stick my needles into the yarn ball a certain way if my next row was to be knit, so that when I picked it up again I would know what to do. Didn't always work though and I ended up geting a little turned around a couple of times and creating these two ridges aross the piece.

I kept looking at these ridges and getting pissed at myself for ruining my work but then I noticed that they were almonst exactly the same width apart as my wrist.

"Ah-ha!" Thought I, "I shall make a gawfic cuff!"

So after knitting and purling my way through a couple more rows, then watching youtube again to teach myself how to cast-off, I stitched some buttons into place (they belonged to my Nanna, who passed away a few years ago now) and then stictched the whole thing into a tube.

Voila! I R Gawf-tard knitter girl!!

Lee


Random 2


I painted this.

It took me 3 weeks.

That is all.

Lee

Random 1

I have red hair.

That is all

Lee

Saturday, 12 January 2008

Journal Making

Recently, I made a little journal to try out what I thought would be the "dawdle" of bookbinding (in danish: "bogbinderi") and have started filling it in.

My first realisation was that Bookbinding is a lot harder than I thought. Mainly the binding of the pages together and then attaching the covers and the elastic were very fiddly and slightly frustrating. I managed to stab myself with the big-fuck-off needle a few times which made me swear a bit.

I'm not one to write "Dear Diary, today I....." type of journal entries, so it's more a cut paste scribble and dribble affair. A flow of creativity if you will. So far I have been just chucking stuff in there whenever I feel like it and wherever I feel like it. The other night I even handed it over to my workmates and let them have a scrible in it also, which was fun to look at the next day whilst sober.

This is the front when it's closed with the elastic holding it all in. The cover actually has two layers of material on it. The front and the back have glued on covers and then I stitched another layer over those that wraps around the spine also, mainly because the actual stitches in the binding were freaking ugly and I wanted to cover them up.


Even though it is quite a small book, I wanted to make sure there was plenty of space in it for drawings and sticking random stuff in. Each page actully folds out further, which makes the book quite thick. Like a little brick really:


Because of the double layer of material on the cover, it now has a gap down the side for awesome pen storage goodness:


I know the stitching is kind of crappy, but I kind of like the haphazard look. It gives it character. Well, thats my story and I'm sticking to it. It has nothing to do with the fact that I am impatient and wanted it finished quickly, I swear.

Here's some of the stuff I have in it so far:


(Barfing Dog picture courtesy of my mate Tim from work)

(Words blured cause sometimes what goes in a girls journal is between a girl and her journal!!)

Here is the place where I first got the idea it would be something I wanted to try.

Lee

John Denney

My workmate John is a musician with some pretty mad skills. On friday night a group of us from work went out for my farewell drinks and it was bought to my attention that Mister John has himself a youtube account where he posts vids of some of his music.

Drop by and check him out. Here's his song "Violin" for your listening pleasure.



You'll find the rest of his stuff here

Lee

Thursday, 10 January 2008

Piss Midget.



Black Books is in all probability the greatest show of all time. If you haven't seen it, your a piss midget.

Lee


P.S. I really like the phrase Piss-Midget

Wednesday, 9 January 2008

Banksy

I have just been looking at the website of UK graffiti artist Banksy. I hear that he's developing quite a following and I can understand why. He's subversive, thought provoking and knows how to have a laugh at his own expense.

Website

Hello.

Oh yes.

In the great time honoured tradition of every other tool on the planet with an internet connection, I have decided to clog up the tubes with yet another pointless blog! How fucking excited are you!

As you can see, it is called Mitigating Montotony. Namely, mine. And yes, I did actually just link you to the meanings of the words..... just so you know and so I dont get people going: "Whats a 'mitigating' and can I buy one on ebay?"

So far I'll just be posting whenever I feel like it and about whatever I feel like it. As I said, it's about alleviating my boredom and nobody else's, so if no one ever reads it I really couldn't give a flying toss. If you are reading it, then good for you ...... here have a banana sticker:


Also, I'm thinking that as I am moving to a whole other country in a couple of weeks, it will be a good way to keep friends and family up to date on what I'm up to and on how badly I'm mangling the new language I am going to be learning. Watch out Danish...you have a new enemy!! *insert manaical laugh here*

Here is a random list of things that I may, or may not, at some stage include in this Blog:

  • Cats, LOLcats and various other LOLanimals.
  • Random photochops
  • Awesome pictures I find about the place.
  • Pictures from my life.
  • Incessant rantings on whatever takes my fancy.
  • Stuff about whatever little obsession I happen to be persuing at any given time. (Disclaimer: These obsessions are likely to change on a whim and have no real logic to them whatsoever. Explanations as to my motive may result in a headache and/or random confusion)
  • Posts about Arts and Crafts.
  • Ramblings about music.
  • Videos and sites I find amusing.
  • Posts about literature and books in general.
  • Paganism
  • Creativity
  • The general minutiae of my daily life.
  • News articles that have caught my attention and my thoughts about those.
I expect you'll be hearing more from me, but for now I need a drink and I cant think of what else to write.

Now stop skiiving off and do something constructive.

Lee