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!

Not Quite Progress

Has anyone else noticed that it’s almost October?  The last time I looked, it was July.  What happened there?

I guess moving house took up a significant portion of that time around here.  I’ve also spent a lot of time thinking, I really should sort out my sewing room and study so I can actually use them, which is time that would have been better spent actually sorting out my sewing room and study, because at present, the only one using said rooms is my cat, Pickle, who has decided my desk chair is better suited to her afternoon sleeping requirements than any sitting I might be thinking of doing on it.

But today I’ve been reading blog posts from people who are sorting out their sewing spaces or trying to get into good routines and it’s made me think I should combine the two and see what happens.

The good news is that I’ve made a little progress since my last post. Continue reading

Cemeteries & Fungi

When I sold my 60D, I felt strange.  It had been my companion for so long and I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d made the right choice.  Was I going to be happy with my little OM-D?  Only time would tell.  On the up side, my selling the 60D had freed up some funds for the one thing my OM-D was lacking: a good lens.  Or two.

There are dozens of choices when it comes to lenses for this little camera so it took me a while to narrow down my options, but I eventually settled on two prime lenses: the 17mm f1.8 and the 45mm f1.8.  (With a prime lens, zooming is provided by your own movement either towards or away from the subject of your photographic gaze.)  I loved the 17mm lens straight away and I’ve been using it for photos of my op shop finds and my handknitted goodies.  The 45mm lens, though… I didn’t feel the love.  But this is exactly what happened with my 50mm lens on my 60D: all I needed to do was force myself to use the lens until I worked out what it was best at.

I finally had a chance to do that when I visited the parents in Beechworth recently. Continue reading

A Fond Farewell

Last Friday, I bade farewell to a good friend.  A friend who’d been with me at all the important events of the past few years.  A friend who’d joined me on roadtrips and Failboats adventures and had even shared my cabin on a Pacific Island cruise.

Before things start to sound unnecessarily maudlin, I should explain that this friend is an inanimate object and I actually sold it, so I brought all of this on myself.  It doesn’t stop me from feeling as though I’m missing something important, though.

Because last Friday, I sold my DSLR. Continue reading

Easter in Beechworth

If you were wondering where everyone was this Easter, it’s safe to assume they were in Beechworth at the Golden Horseshoes Festival.  This festival celebrates an important moment in Beechworth’s history and just so happens to be held over the Easter long weekend, when I tend to visit the parents.  It means crowds, even more tourists than normal, people doing odd things on the road and general mayhem.  It also means I avoid it like the plague when I’m up here, except for one year when I actually went to the parade, purely so I could take some photos (some of which you can see here).

My mum said it best as we were driving past the chaos on the way to my parents’ house (which is thankfully on the very edge of town).  She turned to my dad and said: “Why were we born without the gene that makes people want to go to things like that?”

It’s not that I don’t like going to interesting events; I just prefer it if fifty million other people aren’t there, too. Continue reading