Updated 365 Face a day page

Hi everyone,

Floating in and out of here. I have managed to put my 365 Face a day challenges into one page. Did a lovely job of the first lot, now the second lot have uploaded willy nilly. I would love to have the time to l-e-a-r-n about everything but it not possible as I like too many things and don’t know how to choose which to drop so I can concentrate on just a few things and get them right … however … if I did  that  I would not be me … so let’s do some ‘randoming’ …

 

I picked up  a little dinky book  from a Book Crossing meet. (www.BookCrossing.com). The book is a ‘Reader’s Digest’ Titled ‘Idiomatically Speaking’  - ‘IDIOMATIC= Peculiar to or characteristic of a given language.

Here is a little from the book: Some amazing origins of some of our most common idioms.

‘Hair of the dog’ - Many people claim the best cure for a hangover is a quick morning-after drink – known idiomatically as ‘a hair of the dog that bit you’. In the days when superstition and medical science were one. It was believed that the bite from a mad dog could be cured by putting some of its hair on the wound. The expression occurs as early as 1546.

‘Gild the lily’ -  To gild refined gold, to paint the lily is wasteful and a ridiculous excess says Shakespeare in ‘King John’ of the monarch who attempted to ‘improve’ his royalty by having himself crowned a second time. Gold, already the purest of metals cannot be improved by gilt; nor can the lily, symbol in Christian art of purity, be made more perfect by paint. As the phrase became an English idiom through usage it was corrupted so that the lily, not the gold was being gilded when someone attempted to make something already good appear to be even better.

‘Hobson’s choice’ - Back in the 16th century. Thomas Hobson kept a stable in Cambridge. Customers wanting to hire a horse were given Hobson’s choice: they had to take the one nearest the door – or go without a mount.

‘High Jinks” - Now synonymous with unrestrained merrymaking, high jinks was once a popular game. In his novel ‘Guy Mannering (1815), Sir Walter Scott refers to ‘the ancient and now forgotten pastime of high jinks – which was played in several different ways. Most frequently the dice is thrown by the company, and those upon whom the lot fell were obliged to assume and maintain for a time, a certain fictitious character, or to repeat a certain number of fescennine verses in a particular order. If they departed from the characters assigned … they incurred forfeits.

‘Not enough room to swing a cat’ - Until 1875, a whip known as the cat-o’-nine-tails (usually abbreviated to ‘cat’) was used to punish sailors on board Royal Navy ships, which were not noted for an abundance of space. Novelist Tobias Smollett (1721-71), who spent considerable time at sea, was one of the first to use the phrase to describe a confined space.

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Another little book I picked up is another Reader’s Digest call ‘Oddities in words, picture and figures. Here are some of the tongue twisters compiled in an anthology by Mr. Ken Parkin, A British music examiner.

The sixth sick sheik’s sixth sheep’s sick

A bloke’s back brake-block broke

A dozen double damask dinner napkins

A fat-thighed freak fries thick fish

A truly rural frugal ruler’s mural

A soft shot-silk sash shop

Freddy Thrush flies through thick fog

And now some ‘Strine’ – Australian slang.

Goodbye, must hit the frog and toad (Goodbye , I am going up the road)

Well, take a Captain Cook (Well, take a look)

What’s the curry and rice? (What’s the price?)

He has just gone around the Johnny Horner (round the the corner)

I am all on my Pat Malone (on my own)

I need to wear me bag o fruit (wear my suit)

No, this is not how we speak but I do remember one of my uncles many years ago when I was a child (many years ago … ) he would quote this strine often, I was fascinated.

There is controversy to the origins of these sayings. Possibly from the original convicts that settled here or maybe the turn of the century. It was generally only used by men. A lady would not talk like that in those days. Well, not in public anyways.

It consists of a couple of words or syllables which rhymes with the word for which it is substituted.

 

Last but not least a little History about Australia … well … some unusual bits …

* Swimming – In 1838 it was declared illegal to swim at public beaches during the day due to morality grounds. This law was enforced until 1902. (It is hard to believe that that is only 112 years ago, swimming in a beach seems such a normal and obvious thing to do).

* Female vote – Australia was the second country to give women the vote.

* In 1932, Francis De Groot, a retired cavalry officer, managed to get himself selected as part of the honour guard at the opening of the Sydney Harbour Bridge. When the ribbon was about to be cut, he galloped forward on his horse and slashed the ribbon with his sword, declaring the bridge open in the name of ‘the decent citizens of New South Wales’. The ribbon was then tied back together and the ceremony continued. De Groot was carried off to a mental hospital, declared insane and later fined for the replacement cost of one ribbon.

* Independence for WA- In April 1933, 68 per cent of West Australians voted in favour of seceding from the Commonwealth of Australia. However, they needed permission from the British Parliament before they could officially become a new country. Meanwhile, Australia’s Federal Parliament was arguing that Britain should not interfere in Australian politics. The end result was that Britain never made a decision. Consequently, Western Australian remained part of the Commonwealth.

* Yowie sighting – In 1987, the Alice Springs police station received a call from a frightened family. The family had stopped for a cup of tea after a morning of rabbit hunting. Then a huge ape like creature, two meters tall and covered in hair, leapt out of an empty water tank and began walking towards them. The family fled to their truck and the creature ran after them before disappearing into the bush. The man,Frank Burns believed it was a man however the women, Phyllis Kenny, told the press she could tell the difference between man and beast and this was definitely a beast. The following day police searched the area and found a man, 203 centimetres tall weighing a estimated 127-159 kg sitting naked by the roadside. The man was then taken to a local mental hospital.

*Australia day – January 26, Australia day, is the anniversary of ships arriving in Sydney carrying a load of Convicts.

*Australia was the 3rd country, after the US and Russia, to launch a satellite into orbit. It was for the British, using a ‘Blue Streak’ rocket

Be weird. Be random. Be who you are. Because you never know who would love the person you hide.

 

Procrastination

PROCRASTINATION: NOUN

The action of delaying or postponing something. Dithering, delaying tactics, dilatoriness (slowness as a consequence of not getting around to it). Stalling, temporizing (avoid making a decision or committing oneself in order to gain time). hesitation, vacillation (the inability to decide between different opinions or actions; indecision). Humming and hawing, dallying and shilly-shallying. I am surprised to see how many words define me at the moment.

If this blog doesn’t make sense I apologize right now but if I do not make a move to post something I feel I will be lost forever.

I haven’t been feeling great the last few weeks and the mood has taken on this. ‘Oh, I am excited. I am going to…to…to… yes, knit something new. Out I go, buy the wool etc. and start.

A new mixed magazine arrives from my subscription. ‘Oh, I am excited. I am going to do one thing from each page … yaaaaa!

Drop the knitting – start the mixed media

OH OH! Must remember to keep up with the face a day, maybe I will leave the mixed media till I finish the face a day – only 232 days to go but I better get onto the knitting because winter will be over by then.

I AM FEELING TIRED WITH ALL THIS THINKING, NEED A REST FROM EVERYTHING!

Whilst I am resting I will worry about the world’s past, present and future problems and wonder what I can do to fix it all.

Ok, this is no good at all must get on to posting on my blog but in this mood I don’t feel like I have anything intelligent to say, nothing profound, nothing exciting to tell my friends. Their blogs are full of inspiration and creativity and cleverness and funny and and and … Resting is no good, better get up and do something … I know, there is this site on the web about ‘abandoning your art for happiness to others’. I would love to do that. I will join and put all my little pieces out there. OH DEAR! What could I do, what could I draw, write or make? OH DAMN! THINK I WILL GET ON WITH THE KNITTING AND FORGET EVERYTHING FOR AWHILE, I HAVE A HEADACHE!

Round and round like a merry-go-round

merry go round

 

3 hours after writing the above … finally. I sorted the 365 Face a day challenge and made a separate page (I think it worked). At least that is a start.

Thank you to everyone who has left likes and I hope I have kept up with answering the comments. Am I back in the grooooove? We shall see.

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The wise old tree said …

Madelaine Victorian Day June 2014

A picture of beauty – my beautiful Madelaine on Victorian Day

Poppies for Nana

Wearing poppies for Nana (Bianca (left and Madelaine right)

Peek a boo

Peek a boo (my little Owen)

The three fencers Nic, Mad, and Bianca

My three amazing muskateeers (scary eyes)

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Aaaah … places for peace and tranquility

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MOTHERS AND BABIES AND FACES

New computer, loss of photos … AGAIN … settling back in and catching up with friends left me no time for my blog. Tonight I have decided to get something up and running.

Lost my photos again but I have a feeling it was the old computer. I put the camera card into the old computer and began loading the photos into whatever program I chose. It was not long before an error came up and nothing loaded. I put the camera card back into the camera and it says it needs formatting. I tried my recovery program on the  this new computer and I have retrieved some, enough I guess, to feel it is better than nothing although I have lost all the videos. Unless of course it is the camera? Anyways, not to worry …

I stayed in Leidschendam where my Daughter is;  which  is a town and former municipality in the province of South Holland of the Netherlands. Along with Voorburg and Stompwijk, it is part of the municipality Leidschendam-Voorburg. Very near Den Haag (The Haig) Late spring brings nature to life so let me start with ‘Mother’s and their babies’. I couldn’t believe how many photos I took of ducks!

Mum watching from a distance

Mum watching from a distance

She feeds them close to the edge so she can hide them quickly.

She feeds them close to the edge so she can hide them quickly.

She felt safe on the other side of the canal

She felt safe on the other side of the canal

I think this is an Egyptian Goose. She is beautiful and her babies are striking

I think this is an Egyptian Goose. She is beautiful and her babies are striking

Residents of the mote surrounding our house

Residents of the mote surrounding our house

I love my tickles

I love my tickles

 

FACES: I managed to continue on with my faces. This journey of faces is turning into something amazing. For a start each one has its own story (for writing as some stage).  Being away and being with my lovely grand girls who were very interested in the process and are budding artists themselves of course wanted to help Nana with the drawing. At first I thought ‘no’ then I realised that this is a special time and it is liking itself to a ‘diary’ so we all enjoyed input, either with some drawing or naming. Each face whether it is good or a complete disaster has a memory and a story of where I was, how I was feeling etc.  Here are a few and trust me many of these are complete disasters but they can be ‘notes to self’ of what I can do better and also a jumping off point if I wish to take a particular face and story further.

 

91:Wilma Wall Art Blue Paper Mate Biro

91:Wilma Wall Art
Blue Paper Mate Biro

92: Serena Mermaid Blue Paper Mate Biro and 93: Sam (not his real name) sat next to me on the plane. Went to sleep short hair, clean shaven and woke up like this. Well that is what it seemed like :)

92: Serena Mermaid
Blue Paper Mate Biro
and 93: Sam (not his real name) sat next to me on the plane. Went to sleep short hair, clean shaven and woke up like this. Well that is what it seemed like :)

94: Polly and Molly (Black and Blue Paper Mate Biro  ... and ... 95: Tinga, carved from a single block of wood.

94: Polly and Molly (Black and Blue Paper Mate Biro … and … 95: Tinga, carved from a single block of wood.

96: Blob Arly Whirley (named by the granchildren) Black Biro and coloured pencil ... and ... 97: Violet Ginger Holly (also named by the grandchildren)  Staedtler Mars micro .5

96: Blob Arly Whirley (named by the grandchildren) Black Biro and coloured pencil … and … 97: Violet Ginger Holly (also named by the grandchildren) Staedtler Mars micro .5

98: Ming Oxie (named by he grandchildren) Staedtler Mars micro .5 ... and ... 99: Fashion Fiona (named by the grandchildren) Staedtler mars micro .05

98: Ming Oxie (named by he grandchildren) Staedtler Mars micro .5 … and …
99: Fashion Fiona (named by the grandchildren) Staedtler mars micro .05

 

Nothing is lost when we create only wonders are found. Let you creativity free and the joy of your inner self will glow.

I am back…sort of…

Hi Everyone,

I have just spent the last couple of nights trying to catch up with everyone’s blogs. My computer is on the blink, have to get a newbie so I dare not do the comments on your posts as I would have liked so may I be so bold to do it here. You are all wonderful, creative and amazingly prolific as usual. There is something delicious in reading the backlog of your blogs, the continuing stories or the short pieces of life itself all roles into your personalities even though we haven’t met.

The time spent with my Daughter and grandies was just wonderful. My eight and ten year old girls taught me ‘new’ ways of life. Like it is not ‘yogurt’ Nana, it is ‘yogut’. Nana why is your skin so soft (isn’t that lovely) but was followed by and ‘floppy’! I was taught new dance moves and corrected on more new ways of speaking..(umbrella  not brolly). We enjoyed each others company dancing and singing, watching movies, playing soccer and badminton. I enjoyed their violin concerts, the books they read, their laughter and yes, even their naughtiness from time to time. I enjoyed most cuddling up with them in bed each night albeit a bit squashed.

My little grandson 14 months old taught me a new language…ADABA-DABA-DABA means many things-I am happy, I would like a cookie and then a bath. Washit = what is that or I am happy or I would like a cookie etc.  We walk for hours, well I walked he sat in his pram and gave me directions, we cuddled and tickled and threw food (well, he did, I abstained although it did look fun, he laughed a lot when he was doing it).

My daughter and I shared many moments of ‘women’ talk, ‘Mum talk’ and just silly girl talk which was beautiful.

o.k. probably bored you all by now so I will sign off. Hopefully I will get a computer up and running before long and be back on track.

Happiness to all of you and ADABA-DABA-DABA – meaning love you all for your wonderful blogging ways.

365 – Face A Day (continued)

 

 

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Have managed to get this lot up but I will be without Internet now for some time so catch up with you all in a few weeks.

“Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world.” 
― Gustave Flaubert

365 Face a Day

If I ever learn to upload photos correctly I will throw a party. I am hopeless. One page is big, one is smaller and the other is whatever! As you can tell I am cranky with myself. Trouble is I switch between Picasa, Photoshop Elements and anything else that is on my computer instead of staying with the one program and learning it.

Anyway, this is the last few days of fun in my 365 journal.

I am off overseas next week and don’t want to take this book as it is quite heavy so I will take computer paper and do a face a day in between enjoying my three grandchildren. The computer paper will be thin enough to stick into the pages when I get home. I am tired of using crappy paper but I have a long way to go yet. When I come back I will start another journal so I can use better papers.

I will be flying to Kuala Lumpur then  Netherlands and yes I am flying Malaysian. I figure a terrible tragedy can happen anywhere at any time and I believe strongly not to let fear take our lives away.

The flight from Australia to Europe is a long haul  twenty-one hours so I like to have ‘walking time’ at Kuala Lumpur to  loosen up the body, although I am one of those people you see at the back of the plane doing all sorts or bends and stretches. I am not often in my seat. I must always have an aisle seat  in the middle seating area as I hate trying to climb over what seems  a corpse. Some people take sleeping pills and nothing in this world arouses them. One funny story whilst on a long haul (no stop over so it was about twenty-one hours straight.

A young man sitting next to me obviously took sleeping pills and didn’t wake up till we landed. (he told me as we were coming down to land that he hates flying to knocks himself out).  No toilet stop nothing, amazing. What he did do though for about an hour or more was to ‘snuggle’ into my shoulder. OMG! I tried gently moving him then started shoving him but he was not with this world. I got him off my shoulder a couple of times only to find the next minute or so he rolled back. Thankfully he was a smallish man and quite light but I was not happy! In the end I actually rolled him over to the other side of the seat. He then leaned on the other person (sorry stranger) I had enough!

I have a lot on until I go so I will be missing until late June. I doubt I will have time with my grandees, and family. My grandee girls are eight years and 10 years old and my little one is only just one year old. Whilst the girls are at school he and I will be inseparable.

Hoping to take photos, maybe get a little writing in to post when I come back (maybe not … we shall see).

So to all my dearest blogging friends … HAPPY BLOGGING, HAPPY DOINGS, HAPPY CREATING and look forward to trying to catch up when I get back.

 
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FRIENDSHIP IS BORN AT THAT MOMENT WHEN ONE PERSON SAYS TO ANOTHER ‘WHAT! YOU TOO? I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE.’

C.S. Lewis

 

 

 

 

 

La Boca, Buenos Aires: behind the colour, black and white realities…

randomrose:

Another wonderful post about women and their inspiring ways.

Originally posted on the ida {p}files:

La Boca, Argentina

La Boca, Argentina

La Boca is one of Buenos Aires’ key tourist icons; an iconoclastic burst of chaotic colour in an otherwise bland city. Travelling through Latin America we’ve been enthralled by the cities that communicate the potent mix of indigenous, folk, colonial and imported cultures through their buildings and urban landscapes. La Boca is one of those places in BA, though to find its true value you have to explore behind the facades of its ramshackled buildings cobbled together with thrift, ingenuity and hope.

La Caminito, La Boca, Buenos Aires

La Caminito, La Boca, Buenos Aires

A key stop on the tourist track, and home to “La Bombonera” – the La Boca Junior football ground, La Boca is home to many of Buenos Aires poorest. As Argentina goes through its current economic crisis, the area is again feeling the impact of poverty and unemployment.

One of the oldest inhabited areas of Buenos Aires, in the…

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Writing Process Blog Meme

I don’t usually accept ‘awards’ any more but this one is a little different. For starters there is only four questions to answer relating to your way of writing. To those that I am going to nominate I also realise you are ‘award free’ but decided to nominate anyway if for no other reason than to acknowledge how much I enjoy your writing. Of course as you all know there is no obligation to these things. Ok, let’s get started …

Jacqui Murray nominated me www.worddreams.wordpress.com

If you haven’t visited Jacqui and you love to write her blog is a gold mine of great writing and just about everything a writer might want to know whether you are an old hand at it or a newbie or a ‘I want to but … ‘ Jacqui with enthuse you to start and keep you going’

Rules of this meme requires answering four questions about how I write and nominate three others.

Questions:

What am I working on at the moment?

I am still tweaking Ember Moon and trying to get it typed out in correct format so a publisher might, might, maybe at least pick it up. I am anxious to start on a story from one of the 365 – A face a day but I must concentrate on Ember Moon first.

How does my work differ from others of this genre?

I don’t know that it does. This is a hard question for me. The only way I can answer is I try to make my work as original as I can. As we all know we think we are doing original but most things have been done before.

How does my writing process work?

Early morning is the best time for me, as it is for many but being born lucky with keeping my ‘childlike mind’, stories come into my head without too much effort any-time of day or night (maybe that is common, I don’t know). When the story strikes, I will do my damnedest to stop whatever I am doing and get it down or at least the idea.  I have an app on my Ipad called ‘Index Card’ I find that excellent for this . The other app I have for more comprehensive writing is ‘A Novel Idea’. Failing those (middle of the night or without Ipad any scrap of paper that I can get my hands on as well as the back of my hand when desperate).

Nominations: 

http://araneus1.wordpress.com/ -  Terry

http://gigisrantsandraves.wordpress.com/ - Gigi

http://artcoloredglasses.com/ - Kathryn

 

I went to a writing last week and we had a lovely publisher Blaise van Hecke from Busybird Publishing www.busybird.com.au

Blaise was so giving of her knowledge on how a writer can best submit to a publisher. I hide everything under my bed where publishers cannot spear me with their rejections but Blaise gave encouragement to us all by giving us tips on how to present our work so at least a publisher will pick it up. In other words not scribbled on the back of a serviette in pencil!

Excuse my ignorance but I didn’t know any of these things. These tips are for Australian writers as USA and others differ which I found very interesting as we have a mix here in Australia of English and American styles.

ellipses … a space before and after the words.

When sending a submission type in Serif font as it makes easier reading for the eyes.

Quotations: Australia is single ‘  not double ”  - I have always used double.

For fiction writing only the first para is blocked the rest are indented. (Non-fiction is all blocked)

New indented line for each person speaking.

In fiction – no underline for heading.

I could have listened to her all night. For those that already know this and are going ‘ho-hum’ well sheesh I was born under a cabbage leaf and they have just got me out!

Happy writing and creating to everyone.

 

“Stories you read when you’re the right age never quite leave you. You may forget who wrote them or what the story was called. Sometimes you’ll forget precisely what happened, but if a story touches you it will stay with you, haunting the places in your mind that you rarely ever visit.” 
― Neil Gaiman