whistling ninjakitty

Looks like my clunky resumé of Doom is finally working; Haigh’s of South Australia have decided to give me a go! Soon I will no longer be shaving silverside + cutting bung fritz for the pensioners – instead I will be a confectioner trainee @_@ w00t etc. Good timing as my coolboss at the deli is getting a promotion + transferring to another store, + with the Christmas prawn rush coming, it could get pretty ugly. I will post how I’m going with the nougat, truffles + chocolate froggies.

Aurelia has been crafting up a storm in the studio, + today Delana is taking some of reya’s knitty bits to a friend who has a shop in town to see if there might be a market for fuzzy cuffs + collars + cozythings.

Going to Flinder’s Ranges this weekend for a bit of camp-a-licious, quite exciting. Weather be kind!

When I was 19 and the internet was young and innocent(ish) I surfed my way onto the homepage of a fellow I found really funny. He had a contact form on one of his pages, so I used it to tell him that I enjoyed reading about “The King O’ Frod”, as I believe his pages were titled. I don’t usually sign the guestbooks and message boards of pepole I bump into on the ‘net, but that day my fingers must have been guided by some pagan god of Indie Rock. This divinity sensed the musical void in my life and found a way to fill it, and secure itself another devotee.

The King O’ Frod turned out to be one Kenneth Chino, or Kenny “Shigeru” Chino as he signed his emails, and later the backs of envelopes. Kenny, o so kindly, made me a mix tape. Two, actually. One I recieved while living in Islington, London; and the other after I moved to Oregon to be with Brian. Both tapes bit the dust years ago from being played so, so much, but they lasted long enough for me to fall in love with Talulah Gosh, The Magnetic Fields, Pavement, (several others) and my all time most favourite musician in the entire universe Mirah. *resists urge to tell “the unexpected meeting of Mirah” story*

Last night I was knitting in bed, listening to the iPod pump out tunes on random. The darling thing is psychic I swear as it often knows eactly what I’m in the mood to hear. Last night it sifted out a track from each of the bands/musicians Kenny turned me on to in succession. “Where are you Ken Chino?” I thought to myself, as I have every few months since 1999 when we lost contact. Suddenly the little lightbulb went off above my head. I can use the ‘net to say “Hello! You Saved My Life!” Why not? That’s how we met in the first place, afterall. So, Thank You SO Much Kenny, those mix-tapes shaped my early twenty-somethings in wonderful and unexpected ways. I wish you much happiness and a life filled with great music. I owe you.

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In other completely unrelated news, it looks like we won’t be cutting down that termite-munched poplar in the front yard after all. Two white-cheeked rosellas have decided to make babies in it.

They shouldn’t live this far south – but there they are, and I’m really rather pleased about it.

Perfect weather for gardening
so we’re out in the dirt.

Must be tea time.

The birds were protesting earlier as I pruned the poplar.
“WHAT!” they said as the uppermost branches fell away.

Yikes, though, really. Has to go.

Aurelia has some kind of secret project in the works. . .

*wanders towards sunshine*

I’m pleased to report that Lucky Pig was a fabulous success. I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many people at an opening! The gallery upstairs at FAD was packed with people having a great time. The energy was really upbeat, and so were sales! I get immense warm fuzzies thinking about pictures of mine living in other people’s homes :bunny: I also managed to talk Violet into swapping a painting with me, so you’re reading the blog of the proud new owner of The Man Who Wasn’t There. I’ll post a picture of it asap.