Here’s where I had my lunch on Thursday. I drove 3 hours (thanks to road work detours) to Sale to see the portraits in the Archibald Prize competition. I wrote about it on the other blog, with plenty of photos of what I – in my inestimable taste – considered the best ones. Pop across and have a look! The paintings are incredible.
The drive there and back was nice. I haven’t had a long drive since April, when I went to South Australia and along the Great Ocean Road. I played podcasts – Casefile, Welcome to Nightvale (which BLEW MY MIND with ‘The Life of Silas’ – have you heard it yet Spo?) and The Other Half.
A perfect blend of true crime, fanciful stories and history. Since Ryan26 set up the Spotify account for me, I’ve spent far more time listening to ‘Mum’s Boppin’ Bangers’ than I have with podcasts, so it was nice to chip away at the growing list of episodes to listen to. It was a beautiful Spring day and all was well with the world.
Most of the past week has been a bit bleak and wet. I’ve spent it mainly pottering around, working on my parents’ quilt and starting the massive one for David28. As I began to sew the pieces together, it dawned on me that he is going to HATE it. Not because of the actual quilt itself – he’ll love that. It’s because his fiancee’s family owns a white Persian cat. Princess’ fur is going to get all over this quilt. It’s made of solid fabrics so there’s nowhere to hide.
Ah well; not my problem. I can see him quietly putting it away after a little while until they move out.
Dad joke of the day:
To the man in the wheelchair who stole my camouflage jacket… You can hide but you can’t run.