Knitting and drinking

Mad for the Men

I am currently obsessed with Mad Men

It is amazing - the frugal nature of the scripts, scenes and style make it so rich and delicous.  S.V. and I figure they must write heaps to get the amazing scripts.

I am reading this blog and just found some great photos of the costumes - I wince at the relationship between these two - the photo does not do the drama of their lives justice at all

There was a recent build up in the script that I completely missed as I don't know the dates for significant events in the US.  I am sure many viewers were on the edge of their seats as one couple had scheduled their wedding for the weekend after Kennedy was assassinated.  Not until the episode did the full weight and significance hit us.  It was brutal.

What to say

Here I am mid afernoon waiting for a meeting in a few little while wondering what to say.

Not at the meeting but to you my dear reader.  Over the past month I have dazzled you with knitting, shawls and socks.  Photos of toys and such.

But what do I say today - hello.

How are you going?  Are you having a good day.  Here is is raining a bit.  I don't normally know what the weather is doing as I am in a basement most of the day.  But today lunch was ate on the Dot Strong terrace - this is dedicated to the last tea lady at the ABC.
Adrian Thirsk writes "The “Dot Strong Terrace”
celebrates the last and longest-serving
full-time tea lady. Over the course of almost
21 years, Dorothy Mabel Strong served
more than two million cups (on an unaudited
count, I hasten to add.)"

Another ABC employee writes here about the quiet moments you can snatch there

now I am off for a cup of tea and a meeting

before miss fee

There was a time before I existed and here is some proof - I am a bit cheeky for posting this but I could not resist.

This is my mum and dad - posing - and Aunty Rhonda, check out those legs!!!!, taking a photo.  for those in Canberra there this is Kamba pool circa 1962-65. Uncle Brian would have taken this photo. 
My mum just sent through a whole lot of pictures as Brian has just uploaded all of his slides and he sent her the ones with us in them.
Here my parents are in their early 20's they were part of the huge recruitment for the public service in Canberra in the 1960s.  Mum came from Perth and Dad from Sydney.  They met, as alot of people did, at Reid house - apparently there were progressive dinners each night and you move around meeting everyone.  The parents of the guy I went to my year 12 formal with  also met at this time. 
It is weird to think of your parents younger than you - and I am here today amazed at how fresh faced and relaxed they look.

Today there is knitting of socks

Fever

First there was shawl flu and now there is a fever of crochet going on over here.
I  spent snippets of yesterday working out how to read the pattern and what the various terms mean.
I found I could go so far and then have to do it and then absorb the new terms and ways.  I would look to the next set of instructions and then get confused.  
Then a little while on I would look again at the instructions and it would magically make sense.  

Here is the pattern and yarn purchased at the sale at Morris and Sons the other day on the way to knitting.  I bought some thicker crochet hooks as the thin ones hurt my hands and I don't want a repeat of last years hand injury.
Rosered laughed at my crochet technique  - there is a marathon of room for improvement there I think.  Slowly slowly I move forward.

this was the first finished motif from yesterday 

I really like the way the yarn changes colour with the pattern

Fear not the knitting is not suffering I have cast on another pair of socks and I am currently pondering another