Good luck girls!

Last week I brought home from work a hilarious book that had been passed around the workroom. Had a flick through it tonight.
"Every Woman's Luck Book: What every woman needs to know to choose a husband", 2002. Allen & Unwin, Crows Nest.

Originally published in the 1930's, it has everything on decoding dreams; reading tea leaves and handwriting; what his handwriting and the shape of his ears says about his personality.
The chapter on Phrenology is wonderfully titled "Bumps that betray"!
According to my handwriting I am an optimist but beset by meaness; undaunted and yet easily distracted. Hmmm.
And my 'Lucky Birthday Forecast' says that "marriage will change [my] life from dullness to gladness; children will gladden it still more". Double hmmmm.

Oh, and take note girls; Mr Z's nose clearly shows that he has "Pride and reserve, with a capacity for intense feeling". We couldn't find out what his ears say about him. But I'm hoping for his sake that they mean he has a capacity for decision making - what, with all the girls flocking around at the moment.
Naturally, I found some words of advise for him in the book...
Take two apples pips and 'name' each one with the names of your two sweethearts. Stick them on your cheek and the last one standing is your true sweetheart. *grins* It seems an odd way to choose between people. And if he tries it - I'll be sure to have a camera handy. We won't be able to see his cheek for pips!

She wore heels...

Today it was minuted in a staff meeting that I had 'cute with a captial C' shoes.

I think my transition to femme is just about complete. I still walk like a girl from the bush, and prefer plain cotton panties, so I know I'll never be high femme.
But I now wear makeup often enough to, for the first time ever, own makeup remover.
And I have finally worked out how to blow-dry my hair. Yes granted, it's a mangled arm-twisting sort of effort. But I never learnt this stuff when growing up.
Between not living with my Ma when I was a teenager, and being more inclined to hitch to waterholes and get stoned with friends, I didn't pick up anything.
My straight-girl little sister tried to talk to me about moisturiser and perfume, but it didn't really work.
Oh, and now I blog about it, instead of keeping all this stuff as secret womens business. Oops.

Last night Mr M and I went out to see Transparent (MG Film Fest). It was okay. It featured the good, the not so bad, and the damn ugly. But I swear I did watch the film properly folks, and not just perve and make judgement calls on the boys.
Afterwards we went in our work finery (he in suit pants and tie, myself in pinstripe and pearls) to see if the Slit Launch was still happening, but they'd just closed. Had a great chat/gossip/catchup with my favourite whore who has the most exciting idea involving femmes and tea! But it's her idea, so I won't, repeat won't, run away with it. That's a bad habit of mine that I'm going to break dammit.

self perception...hmmm....

Yep, I've been suckered in too... visit here and lets see if what I think of me is anywhere near what others think I'm like!
Only takes a second.
And won't hurt a bit.
Trust me.

What a *cough* lovely *cough* weekend *cough cough*

Just now watching the colours of the day changing in the clouds. There were some magnificent fluffy rolls of yellow and pink that have now transformed to a dense dark grey. All previous glimpses of blue are now totally obscured by blue-grey cover.

Had a great weekend. Probably should've done about half of what I have, because of fluey-recovery. But too bad.

Mr M and I played happy families on Saturday morning and took his god-daughter to a wildlife park. The echidna was so damn super-cute that we had to visit it three times!

The afternoon was a bit 'Girls Own Annual'. A bit of bloodlust craftwork in my bedroom with Miss A and Miss J. Then after a cup of tea and jam tarts, Miss A and I played dressups. We parted ways at the end of the street - she looked so wonderfully manga-girl, all ready for her cage; and I was perhaps slightly rockabilly with my red and white spotted ribbon around my neck.
Later a delightful dinner and catch-up with Miss R and Miss B; with added company from Mr M after his dinner elsewhere with friends. Eventually the chill wind, warm room, and my continual coughing, took it's toll on me.

If I looked as bad as I felt this morning, I imagine I scared Mr Z as I coughed my way past him in the kitchen. After some witchy tea (elderflower for my throat, cardamon for the mucus) and some bottle medicine that Mr M had, I felt vaguely human again.

Fair Day fun was had. Oh how I love my parasol and fan! We coo'd over puppies and babies, ran into many cool people. Did a little time in the Bi-NSW stall. Got cat-called by a screaming queens "Ooooh! Breeders!" *laughs*.

After heading home for food and a cold shower (oh joy of joys!), I felt like heading out and finding people again. I felt like I had ended the day a little prematurely. But somehow the catchup with friends hasn't happened. Mainly because I shouldn't push it and should get some rest for work tomorrow. This little scene queen now is having withdrawl symptoms! *laughs*.

Femme-o-rama

I saw this a while ago and then forgot about it. Looks interesting.
http://www.femme2006.com/

A conference by, for and about femmes.
Here's their Femme ally statement:

"Our femme allies stand beside us in support of our endeavors to be known, seen, respected and acknowledged; You know that we have always been a force in our community, you know that as femmes we have made our own journies, fought our own battles, and always had your backs. You want to remind us of our value in the community when we grow weary because some see us merely as ornaments or trophies. You are not afraid of our femininity or our feminism or our need to be visible in our own right. You resonate with our power and know that it compliments and supports your own."

I'd be interested to hear how it goes.
I won't be heading over there - I'm not really the travelling kind - and plus, imagine the wardrobes crises I'd have each day!

Happy V Day kiddies!

Today I cut hearts out of flouro cardboard for 'Love your Library Day'.

Today I argued with the boss about the fitout of the new Children's and Youth Library.

Today my boyfriend sent me naughty vintage valentines pictures.

Today I went with my Ma to get my tax sorted out. I'm such a slacker, so I'm glad she's been hounding me.

Today I am officially debt free. No more HECS or PELS left. Kids... this seriously rocks.

Today I bought shoes that kinda fit. Beautiful black kitten heels with white trim and bows.
Super cute.

Today I am going to cook soup for my sick baby bear. And for myself too, 'cos my throut feels like it's been sandpapered.

I think it's been a good day.
*blows kiss*

Beer, rubber and sharp knives, hmmm...

Some happy craftsters at the 'Pervertibles!' workshop.

A satisfying weekend.

Saturday:
Started the day running from room to room in the house getting the kits together for the Pervertibles workshop that eve. After finally fitting all the kits into Mr M's car, we motored there (via a printer emergency) to find that the superbly relaxed gents of manacle had set out the room with nice rows of chairs but no tables. Luckily the other staff were also wonderfully accomodating and found some trestle tables.
Our helpers were the most delightful crew. Miss A, Miss B, Little Mr L, Butch N and Mr BP. Without them, Mr M and myself would not have had such a wonderful workshop. They helped punters with their projects, flirted, ran equipment around the room, fielded questions, showed off their expertise. There was much talking and most folks seemed really interested in it all.
I got a comment yesterday that I was good at projecting my voice to the room. That'd be all due to over a decade of storytelling I'm afraid. Sadly Mr M's throut wasn't too good, so he did some showing while I did some telling. Miss B in her cop uniform was great at getting the punters to quieten down for us.
Despite our moments when things don't match - I really do think Mr M and I make a good team. I fluff about and get excited, and he takes care and is brilliant on detail. Case in point: in preparing the leather beforehand, I would take a pair of scissors and kinda guess where to cut and hope for a straight line. He has a cutting mat and an aluminium ruler and a stanley knife and he cares. I hope folks are glad he did most of the leather prep. *grins*
T'was such a lovely time. Things didn't go pear-shaped in any major way - most people that booked, turned up, and only one person turned up that hadn't booked.
So far I've only heard good feedback - 1st and 2nd hand. This is a good sign.

Sunday:
I caught up with my Da and dearest uncle for brunch. Then later headed out to the Dykes on Bikes bike and tattoo show with Mr Z. Lots of interesting people. Ran into many people who I've not seen for a while. Some of whom I was pleasantly pleased to catch up with.
Only 10 minutes in the sun (for the wet t-shirt comp, of which I saw nothing) garnered me some sunburn. Drat.
Mr Z and I escaped for a quick meal at Canteen and then tottered up to the Sly. Smutty Salsa was great, as expected. But the show with the 2 westie boys was fantastic! *swoons*.
By this stage my throut was feeling scratchy, despite the copious amount of lemon juice in my vanilla collins, and I was ready to bail.

Feeling worse for wear today. Only managed a half day at work.
Home. Soup. Herb tea. Vitamins and fruit.
And early bedtime.
Better luck tomorrow.

a bite

Not much to say lately.
Keeping moods stable has been a challenge, but I'm getting there.
Work is busy and I'm feeling challenged, but I'm loving it.
Have been running around sorting things for the workshop Mr M and I are conducting on the weekend.
In free moments (10 minutes on this bus, 15 minutes on this train) I've been reading 'Timepieces' by Drusilla Modjeska. It's wonderful to read such a wonderful writer talking about the craft of writing. Simultaneously eating the words one by one, and letting the passages wash over me. A delight.