Archive for October, 2010

Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo…

Sunday, October 31st, 2010

Today I let my inner child guide my adult body, resulting in me giggling like a little girl and running light-footed, following the musical chimes of the Mr Whippy Van. Tom and I had both declared our desires for ice cream but had pushed aside the urges for health and ‘saving-for-Paris’ sakes. We had glasses of water instead and focused on discussing whether or not you can buy jambon at la charcuterie. But in the midst of our French study came the sweet, sweet tunes of an ice cream van. Surely it wouldn’t come past the house? It couldn’t have chosen this street as a potential ice cream selling venue. It stopped right outside the house.

Mr Whippy

This is a book! Looks like a good read...

The van was somewhat oddly painted pink and covered in Hello Kitty stickers. Mr Whippy had clearly sold out to his niece or little sister. The ice cream was your average soft-serve and about four-times the price I ever remember from when I was a kid. That said, I was never allowed to buy ice cream from the Mr Whippy van so when the opportunity arose today and my parents weren’t around to say ‘No.’ I grabbed hold with both hands and bought myself a rocket – soft serve ice cream, dipped in chocolate WITH a flake. You can’t have soft serve ice cream without getting a flake and really that was the best bit. Soft serve is always disappointing (unless you buy it in Copenhagen where it is beyond delicious), the chocolate sauce wasn’t bad but hardly exciting, and the cone… well… It was fluorescent orange and Tom made the comment – “I wonder what these cones are made of exactly.” Enough said.

Yes, I felt sick afterwards and no, it wasn’t the greatest thing I have ever eaten, but the experience of happiness and joy in the form of ice cream arriving at your doorstop is worth $4 and a stomach ache. I just wish I had filmed the adventure so instead I am retelling the story to you and recording it for future generations. Yes, people from the year 2156, ice cream came in a van. Ahhh… good times.

The Tea Leaves Have Spoken

Friday, October 29th, 2010

This morning I walked up to my local IGA to purchase a new box of green tea bags for my morning cup o’ tea and selected the Madura box of 50. Being a bargain hunter and one who enjoys getting value for money, I looked at the comparative price of buying a box of 100 teabags. It was at that precise moment that the realisation that I won’t be in Perth for 100 more mornings and I will have excess tea bags if I purchased the box of 100! The word “Whoa” physically came out of my mouth (can a word physically come out of your mouth? It’s moving through the air… I guess that’s a physical movement.) Anyway, I was a taken aback. Shocked. Amazed. Because in case you didn’t realise there are

94 days until Paris.

That’s it – I’m Becoming a Nun.

Thursday, October 28th, 2010

I’ve had enough. I can’t take it any longer. Farewell, world – I am leaving Perth and joining a convent. SO LONG!

So my previous statements are only partially true – no, I haven’t had enough but yes, I am moving into a convent. In Paris. With Tom. Les Récollets (my future residence) is technically no longer a convent. Built in the 17th century, it served as a convent before turning into a military base. It then became home to some French artists who squatted in the buildings, claiming it as their own. At some point, there was a fire (either those artists forgot they left their stove on, or the French government wanted them out) and then the artists refused to leave and eventually one thing led to another and the government renovated the building and turned it into an international artists’ residence. And now I’m moving in!

Les Récollets

My new home.

This has all come about very quickly – Wednesday of last week I read an article in the UWA staff newsletter advertising accommodation for UWA staff in Paris. I sent an email saying “Umm… yes please!” thinking there wouldn’t be much chance of me getting a place. How wrong I was! We have managed to secure a 31sqm apartment with a living area, mezzanine, small kitchen and bathroom in an amazing building located EXACTLY where I have dreamt of living in Paris. We are beyond excited. This morning I signed the final contract agreement and it is all set. We’re going! We’re in!

Google maps

See that park? That's my backyard.

My award-winning, bestseller book has just become significantly more interesting – the residence is home to artists and academics from a wide range of fields from all over the world. They live in the residency for periods of time ranging from a few days to two years. Speaking to the wonderful, bearded Frenchman who has created the relationship between UWA and Les Récollets, he described his time staying in the residence and meeting sitar players from India, a transexual vampire-enthusiast, and short, Portuguese grounds staff who like a good chat. We will meet and live with some intriguing people and hopefully have some great parties in the central courtyard or down in the ‘cave’ in the basement. There will potentially be sock versions of everyone I meet for sale on my etsy store.

Jealous yet? Tom and I keep pinching ourselves to check this is really happening. Up until this point, offers of amazing apartments in brilliant locations have all been a part of evil scam – and this isn’t. Within a week, my Parisian dream has come into fruition. We even received an email from the rental agency we had booked an apartment with for the first two weeks of our stay saying the owners had cancelled our apartment and we can get our money back. Either someone is seriously messing with us or we’re having a run of very good luck. I’m considering carrying a tree around with me so that I can be continuously touching wood in the hope this doesn’t all fall apart. But in the mean time… YYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

95 days to go.

Must Go!

Thursday, October 28th, 2010

I have spent my morning procrastinating by reading the 2010 Fremantle Festival program. There are so many great things happening! There’s art, music, community events, kites! I’m kind of disappointed that I will be in Sydney over the main festival weekend – 12-14 November. But then again, I’ll be in Sydney so I don’t completely mind. This does mean, however, that you (yes, YOU) must go on my behalf. Download the festival program, nominate an event you wish to attend and then come back to me with your thoughts, feelings and comments about said event. Ok? Ready? GO!

How Excitement!

Wednesday, October 27th, 2010

I just noticed that my post about my Etsy experience was my

200th entry!

That’s a bit exciting. Even more exciting is the fact that there are only

96 days

until I leave for Paris. Faaaaabulous.

Etsy Not So Ezy

Tuesday, October 26th, 2010

I was all determined to hop, skip and jump into setting up my Etsy store this week and have been punched in the face with the realisation that it isn’t so simple. Well, I guess it is easy if thousands of people have managed to do it before me, but there are lots of little bits and pieces you have to do before it all starts happening. PayPal and its RIDICULOUS UGLY and AWFUL TO USE website is my main complaint at the moment. In order to sell something on Etsy, it is best if I have a PayPal account. Thanks to Etsy (not PayPal because I don’t know how you’re supposed to find any sort of information on that site), I have learnt I need a Business or Premier account in order to be able to sell items via credit card payments. On the side of all of this, I need to work out postage which means I need to send things through Australia Post’s overpriced mailing system. At least it isn’t Canadian Post, I guess.

So here’s my problem – I have a sock creature. It is worth $X. In order to put it on Etsy it will cost me 20¢ which I’m not so concerned about and am quite happy to pay. If I then sell the sock creature, Etsy will take 3.5% of $X. PayPal will take 2.something% of $X. Then the poor person who was getting a reasonably priced, totally awesome sock creature needs to fork out $20-odd to get it sent to them. And that was just my experimental “What if I sent it to the only postcode I know thanks to TV shows telling me to send my letters to PO Box 123, Richmond Victoria, 3121?”

It’s all a bit crazy and I think I need to stop and think about this for a second. I guess this just shows how little people must be making when they sell their products in shops or online. How can people make a living?

Don’t Have a Cow, Man…

Monday, October 25th, 2010

Mmm… burgers. Or should I say, “Mmmoooo… Burgers”. No, no I shouldn’t. Ok, so Friday night Tom and I went to Missy Moos Burger Bar in South Fremantle to sample what Matt Preston highlighted in the latest Delicious magazine. I don’t usually trust a man who wears such ugly shoes, and I find Matt Preston to be particularly off-putting, but I decided the only way to know was to give it a go.

Matt Preston

It's a sad day for all Home and Away stars when Matt Preston wins the Best New Talent logie

The place was buzzing on a Friday night – we had attempted to go there for a quick bite before a movie on Tuesday night but it is closed on Mondays and Tuesdays. Disappointing but most things on South Terrace looked closed so maybe it is some ‘anti-working-on-Tuesdays’ thing happening down that end of town.

Missy Moos Burger Bar

A fun place to go

Missy Moos’ burgers are different – you don’t find your usual combinations and it makes for an interesting range of options. The burger names are just as intriguing – most of them based on nursery rhymes. I chose the One Jumped Over the Moon – a beef patty with prosciutto and blue cheese. Most of the burgers contain spinach which is something close to my heart and I support completely. Who wants lettuce when you could have spinach instead! Brilliant. The burger was tasty and the beef patty wasn’t fatty and had a nice flavour. The prosciutto was fattier than I would have hoped but I’m not usually a fried-pork person so it wasn’t really made with me in mind. The bun was a disappointment – I found them quite stodgy and flavourless and I much prefer the Jus Burger bread.

Missy Moo Burger

Away it goes, over the moon

The great thing about Missy Moos is you can buy a soft drink there or bring your own wine or beer with no additional corkage. The restaurant is small but the high turn over means you won’t have to wait long for a table. Clearly a popular choice for families, it is a great place to have around the corner for a quick bite to eat.

The prices are good and the service is friendly. Definitely a thumbs up but I’d still choose Jus Burgers first. That said, there was a pumpkin burger on the menu but I was in the mood for meat. I might need to go back and give it a go.

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Freo Sounds

Monday, October 25th, 2010

Went to the Fremantle Arts Centre on Sunday afternoon and enjoyed a beer and good music in the Arts Centre courtyard. Every Sunday (well… most Sundays) they have free music that you can go and listen to. Take a picnic and a bottle of wine (or support local art and buy a drink there) and just chillax. The courtyard is a great place to spend a Sunday afternoon being surrounded by big shady trees and beautiful old buildings. Highly recommended. This week was The Brow Horn Orchestra who had everyone up and dancing with their energetic trumpet-filled tunes (similar sounds to Cat Empire). I particularly enjoyed when they inserted a bit of drum and bass into the mix – it worked surprisingly well. They are releasing their first album at the Llama Bar (of all places…) in December. One to look out for.

Two Digits

Sunday, October 24th, 2010

Ladies and gentlemen, in the count down to moving to Paris, we have officially reached two-digits. At this hour (10.30pm) in just

99 days

Tom and I will be getting on a plane and heading to Paris. What can I say other than



Wednesday, October 20th, 2010

Watch people buy books at the Book Depository’s live view. I’m one of those people who will look at your bookshelf if you invite me into your house, so I could sit and watch what books people are buying for hours… And yes, I did just buy a Stephen Fry autobiography and Yann Martel’s latest book. HOORAY!