Katie Writes Stuff has moved!

Here, at long last, is the official annoucement I hinted about in my previous post:

Katie Writes Stuff has moved!

You can now find this blog at katiewritesstuff.com, including all my old posts and around ninety-nine percent of my comments, thanks to the ninety-nine percent reliable magic of the wordpress exporter.

If you have subscribed to this blog via wordpress, let me first thank you (thank-you!) and secondly assure you that you should now be subscribed to the new one. Otherwise, you should be able to subscribe yourself again (in which case, I will thank you again) or add my blog to your preferred reader.

In the meantime, please enjoy the newest post on my shiny new blog: Seven Tips for Beginner Vloggers. As a possibly dubious bonus, you’ll also be able to watch my very first sewing vlog. I look forward to seeing you there!

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So Many Boxes

There are currently far too many boxes in my life.  Not to worry, though – they’ll all be gone by Monday because that’s when the box rental company is coming to pick them up.  With any luck we’ll have emptied them by then, although ‘putting things in their proper place’ is a stage we may not reach immediately after said emptying.

So yes, we have moved.  It’s official.  The keys from the old house are back with the real estate agents and we are no longer renters.  Here is a handy list of how that feels:

  • Good
  • Scary
  • Quiet
  • Cosy
  • Surreal
  • Cluttered

Since moving, we have done the following: Continue reading

The Treasures of Garfield

Time is speeding up, isn’t it?  Everyone else got the memo but mine must have gone straight to spam because I was completely unprepared for the last fortnight to disappear without notice.  What even happened?  What did I do?  All I can really remember is the last weekend because on Saturday, my band finally held the dinner dance for which we’ve spent half a year rehearsing and on Sunday, the Chef and I went on a little adventure for the first time in ages.

Our destination: Garfield, which is somewhat of an improvement on its original name of Cannibal Creek.  Even though I would happily head to a small town in the country for no reason whatsoever, this time I had a purpose and it came in the form of the Garfield Heritage Winterfest Antiques Market.  Oh, and an op shop in town that was opening on the Sunday, too.

Did I find a treasure or two? Continue reading

Treasures from the Past

We had a plan the other Saturday.  That is, I had a plan and the Chef was happy to go along with it.  Said plan involved dropping by a local and as-yet-unvisited op shop, followed by a daytrip out to a hopefully photogenic location.  Said plan went awry when said local op shop turned out to be closed on the weekends; with the op shop element of the day rudely cut out, everything felt unbalanced and there was only one way to fix it.

We spent the day visiting op shops instead of roadtripping and photographing.

Luckily, this turned out to be the best decision ever because I found some absolute treasures that give me a warm glow every time I think of them (which is far more often than a normal person should do, I am sure).  What are these treasures of which I speak?  Let me keep in you in suspense no longer… Continue reading

Vintage Style or Completely Mad?

There’s a special kind of craziness reserved for vintage knitting patterns.  It was that very craziness that attracted me to collecting them in the first place.  Yes, that’s right: I began collecting old knitting patterns because I adored their insanity, not because I had any plans of making something from them.  This changed, of course, but I honestly think I never would have picked up my knitting needles again if it weren’t for the glorious madness I was accumulating in every op shop I visited.

The sixties and seventies are my favourite period, although the fifites deserve an honourable mention for their men’s pattern books where gentlemen are either just standing around, casually smoking with shotguns hooked over their arms or they’re sitting in a comfy chair while their women bustle around them, tending to their every need.  As nutty as that may be, it doesn’t hold a candle to the multi-coloured crocheted men’s vests of the seventies or my all-time favourite sixties pattern book, which I call ‘Shenanigans in the Library’ and will one day share with you and you will understand everything.

Op shops rarely disappoint when it comes to providing me with these treasures, although sometimes I’ll walk out with nothing, having found only a desultory smattering of rather bland nineties patterns.  Other times, however, I’ll come home with a handful of awesomeness and this was the case last weekend, when I paid a visit to my local op shops and came home with this: Continue reading