My Crafternoons Workshops Hamilton

I'm delighted to recap my first Crafternoon Workshop held in Hamilton, Victoria, which was a wooly wonderful success!

You may have read my previous post on my new hobby/business venture: My Crafternoons.

My Crafternoons will hopefully grow into a neat little website filled with creative inspiration and pics from my real-life workshops, which will beheld monthly in my local town; Hamilton.

The town is notorious for it's loveable geriatric population, but in a bid to find younger cohorts I've decided to entice young creative ladies to find me, instead of me trying to find them- hence My Crafternoons, and also the aerobics class I teach!

I've been enjoying buying supplies and taking photos of inspiration whilst on my travels (some of which can be found HERE on mycrafternoonsvic Pinterest boards and HERE on the Facebook page), but haven't actually done much making recently- I've been too busy!

Heart-shaped pom poms- must try!

I wanted to make a heart-shaped pom pom garland like the one above to decorate the room but ended up making a regular spherical pom pom garland at the workshop instead, which you can see alongside my pom pom bouquet below!

I was very happy with how the workshop went; there was chatter, chai lattes, tunes, biscuits, strawberries, grapes, polkadot tablecloths and every colour imaginable, and everyone left with huge smiles and beautiful pom pom bouquets. There were no burns from the hot glue gun either- win!

You can read more about the workshop HERE at www.mycrafternoons.com, and the next one is set for Sunday September 28th.

This time it will be held in the newly opened HIRL Gallery and we will be making painted paper collages- email mycrafternoons@gmail.com to book!

Introducing: My Crafternoons! Craft Workshops in Hamilton, Victoria

I'm excited to announce the reason for my relative silence recently: I've been busy setting up a new website and small business/hobby: My Crafternoons!

Since moving out to rural Victoria to be with my sheep farmer beau, I've had to have a bit of a life re-organisation, not to mention learn some new skills (who knew the ability to light fires and muster sheep would become so essential!)

To make more friends, make some money and also do something fun and positive in the local community, I've come up with the idea of running monthly craft workshops in my local town: Hamilton.

In order to shout about this... picture me yelling from the mountains; "HOLLA! IT'S CRAFT TIME!"... in a less weird, more efficient way, I built a website using Wix.com.

I'd recommend using the templates on sites like this but add your own flair through fonts, images, backgrounds and layouts. In order to change the website address from wix.com/blahblah to www.mycrafternoons.com, you have to upgrade the site, the most basic domain-hosting only package starting at around $5 a month. If you're going to be selling something through the website, you need an eCommerce package, which is around $17/month.

I'll be using my site more like a blog and info portal for anyone keen to come to the workshops, which will be held one Sunday arvo per month (for the time being).

As for venue, there are a few places in Hamilton I've been considering. Do I choose the cool Roxburgh cafe with upstairs function hire rooms, the new HIRL art shop opening in a few weeks time, or the practical but non-trendy Community House? Perhaps I could rotate it until I find the cosy crafty home of future workshops, or until one day I can afford my own crafty tea house, complete with all my favourite British confectionary from back home- ah to dream!

Tunnock's Teacakes would feature heavily in my dream British Tea Shop!

My Crafternoons will be keeping me busy over the coming months; finishing the website, planning workshops, ordering supplies, costing materials, building Facebook and Pinterest followings- oh and actually practicing making the things I'd like to make!

This is all alongside my two other jobs- teaching dance classes and soon doing some freelance work for an online language learning tool (more on that later).

Wish me luck!

From England to Australia, via Marrakech and the Philippines

After all that glorious sheep farming I did to get my second year's Working Holiday Visa in Australia, I received that much-coveted email from DIAC confirming I'd been granted a second visa (YAY!). The application process was a little more harrowing than I had been led to believe- due largely to all the printing, scanning, copying, filling in of forms, uploading documents and feverish praying that took place. However, seeing as I'm writing this post from that same farm (having realised that farmers make quite good boyfriends) it was worth all that time, effort and printer ink.

Since my last post I've been on a few more intrepid adventures; this time showing England to said boyfriend, exploring in Marrakech and relaxing in the Philippines en route back to Australia. Oh, and I've not yet blogged about my time in Lombok and Bali with Mum last year- I will catch up I promise!

So... England
It was great being back home for a while, catching up with friends and spending some QT eating fish and chips or tea and cake with my family, enjoying how cheap items in GBP were compared to AUD, re-discovering my favourite three cities (London, Birmingham and Manchester <3), watching Matthew Bourne's impressive male-centric Swan Lake in Glasgow, and making more Pinterest-worthy gifts- a blog post on which I will share soon.

Surprise View in the Lake District

Ashness Bridge

London... you beauty

St Paddy's Day celebrations at Trafalgar Square

The view of Manchester's Northern Quarter from the Wheel

Inside Manchester Cathedral

Birmingham's Gas St Basin canal

A sneak peek of one of my recent craft projects

Now... Marrakech
We arrived at the suave but wifi-less Marrakech Airport at 10pm with nowhere to stay, so THANK-YOU to the wonderful tourist information lady with the amazing Arabian eyes for lending us her phone! Our taxi (sans seat belts) straddled both sides of the road, the driver refused to run the meter, talked on his phone, put his (hopefully optional) glasses on just before dropping us off somewhere in the middle of the medina, and then overcharged us for the experience. A couple of young lads gleefully seeing our suitcases offered to take us through the maze of apricot coloured alleyways to our riad for a fee- something badly needed until we got used to the bewildering layout of the medina.

A typical medina alleyway

This is just begging to be explored!

Our riad- Riad Palais des Princesses, was wonderful- all fountains and rose petals and chandeliers, a real sanctuary amid the chaos for around $35 a night, with free breakfasts and sweet mint tea a.k.a "Berber whiskey". We later moved to Equity Point Hostel Marrakech to be more sociable, and ended up booking a 2 night trip to the Sahara through the Atlas Mountains with a bunch of really interesting people- including, excitingly, one of the 118-118 guys! Our trip included chaffed bottoms from 5am camel treks, scaling a huge sand dune to miss the sunset, and dancing around in a huge tent to traditional drumming after a tagine feast. I'd 100% recommend getting into the dunes, but if you can elongate the trip to break it up then do, as the 10 hour bus journey back was less than enjoyable, especially for my chaffed areas!

Palace!

One of the central courtyards in the riad

One of the cool seating areas at Equity Point Marrakech

We travelled through the Atlas mountains to get to the desert

That's me on the second camel!

The comfiest position I could muster

Almost at the top!

Campfires in the desert with our group

Hello sunrise!

Mohammed the Camel

Walking through the souks (markets) that meander off the main square; Djemaa el-Fna, was an exercise in dodging locals, tourists, donkeys pulling carts, motor scooters, hanging meat carcasses, goods for sale and haggling traders.We saw countless little shops full of lanterns, jewellery, home wares, hand-woven carpets, locals carving wood, piles of fruits and sacks full of spices, Moroccan oils, paintings- you name it. Some of my favourite purchases were more tan leather bags to fuel my addiction, and treasures such as mirrors, lanterns and jewellery. It was a bit of a skill just choosing from the mountains of goods, and also haggling without causing offence- a kind but firm 'la, shukran' (no, thank-you) was certainly the most useful phrase we learnt!

SHINY!

Woven wonders

Decisions decisions...

Spices galore

Street traders

Eee-Awww!

The square itself is unlike anywhere else I've been- drum beating musicians, snake charmers and dancers, ladies offering henna and men shining shoes, boxing matches and games, entertainers of every degree, horse-drawn carriages and men wielding nappy-clad monkeys. A personal favourite were the smoky food stalls with their charismatic faux-accented hawkers, shouting things like "O'rite gov'ner!", "Vajazzle!" and "Lidl prices but Marks and Spencer quality!" We tried everything from spleen pittas to 7 pence doughnuts and harira that tasted like a Heinz soup, plus tagine, bread and couscous galore. I wasn't blown away by the cuisine, but maybe we just didn't find the best places- though the French restaurant at Les Jardins De La Koutoubia was delicious, especially followed by a cigar and cocktail in the piano bar ;)

New friend

Like new!

Harira with strange sweet crackly things and sweet mint tea

A trip to the leather tanneries was both a highlight and an ordeal; great to see how leather is made, not so great being hugely overcharged for a quick tour by a local 'guide', and I encountered a whole host of new smells, even shielded by a 'Berber gasmask' of fresh mint. There are lots of beautiful and interesting buildings that Trip Advisor can tell you about, but I'd rather talk about the strange experiences we had, including my jaunt to a hammam.This is like a communal bath house- I entered expecting something akin to the onsen I went to in Japan (DO IT) but was stripped to my knickers, doused in warm water, rubbed with soap, led into the sauna, later collected and re-doused, smothered with a body-mask, put back in the steam room, doused again, scrubbed to within an inch of my life while lying on a concrete block, then put in the shower to admire my new pink skin. It was hard to communicate with my attempts at bad French but I made it through the massage part of the experience reasonably happy if a little confused and oily.

The tanneries- complete with ammonia aroma from the 'pigeon shit' phase

Scraping the fat from the leather

Marrakech was full of beautiful doorways like this one

Strolling through the YSL gardens- the Berber museum there is 100% worth a look!

Next, but my no means last... The Philippines

We arrived in Manila with no accommodation (a pattern emerges) and accidentally booked into the red light district of the city, Malate, for a place from which to plan our next move. We ended up running through the airport to board a spontaneous flight to the beautiful but touristy island of Boracay, where a last-minute reservation at the Shangri La was the best decision we'd made all week. The resort and it's staff were amazing, as were the cocktails, the shrimp, the in-pool jacuzzis- everything. It took a while getting used to 'vacationing' and not 'exploring' but we managed to go scuba diving, make friends in the capsule-hostel-esque MNL hostel, drink too much local Tanduay rum, get many massages, a $4 pedicure that still looks great, eat wonderful food and buy local crafts for a whole week without feeling too lazy. Back in Manila we rode the shiny Jeepneys to Divisoria market, where we were welcomed by a local shouting "Hey my friend! Welcome to the jungle!". We didn't see another Caucasian all day, but did see bizarre multi-coloured chicks, street foods of every description and more over-head cables than you'd ever expect a pylon to be able support- Asia never fails to surprise.

I hope no chicks were harmed in making them look so awesome

On our way to the resort watching the sun set- beautiful

Feeling like a BOSS

I think this should some with an extreme hangover warning

I love the Philippines!

Divisoria Market

The back of a jeepney in Manila and the ever-present cables overhead

Now I'm back in rural Victoria, and for the foreseeable future will be attempting to balance part-time work (for money), self-improvements (for myself- fitness, creativity, knowledge etc) and working on some hopefully creative, exciting and successful ideas for the future. This is also whilst renovating a house, making good investments and a plethora of interesting friends, with which to share my growing culinary skills and artistic endeavors. Well, something like that- let's see how I get on :)

Adventures in Australia

My Christmas 2013, as it should be, was WONDERFUL- I was spoilt rotten at the farm with presents, roast meats and rum galore, and thoroughly enjoyed my last couple of weeks in sunny Australia.

Sunshine over Christmas for a change!

I ended up helping out on the farm a bit more (just can't get enough of those sheep!), frantically making last minute gifts and cleaning out a caravan that I discovered stashed in a field that I was adamant would make it up to Sydney for NYE- and it did!

Winnie the Winchester- Palace on Wheels

I even made it into the Grampian National Park to Halls Gap for a mini break before Xmas, nipped into Canberra on the way back inland from Sydney, and knocked out a short trip to Hobart just before my flight home- which completes my tour of every Australian state and territory!

The road trip was great- we drove from the farm down to Koroit and along the Great Ocean Road, spending the first night in quaint Port Campbell, then got up early to go fishing in a friend's tinny catching sweep and snapper by the Twelve Apostles. We thoroughly enjoyed the fruits of our labour that evening in Torquay after a good scale, gut, clean, stuff and bake- NOM NOM!

We drove through some less-than-noteworthy towns inland like Warragul and Traralgon to holiday-makers haven; Lakes Entrance, where a broken jockey wheel and a last-minute unpowered caravan site led us to drinking on the beach instead of in town and cooking in the dark- both more fun than our original plan!
 

From there we went up the princes highway to hilly Eden, where we learnt about killer whales at the museum, and on to Merimbula where the local Worker's Club doubled as a Chinese Restaurant, and the Antiques shop over the road was wonderful!

Eden's Killer Whale Museum

We splashed out and stayed in the BIG4 caravan park at Bateman's Bay and had delicious fish and chips from The Boatshed by the waterfront, which was around $15 for a huge portion with a make-it-yourself hot tea or coffee. No frills, just great fish in crispy batter and tea from a polystyrene cup :)

We splashed around in the waves at beautiful Kiama and drove through Wollongong into Sydney, where we ended up parking the caravan in a tyre garage by our friends at the University of NSW, and joining in festivities at a B.Y.O park at Elizabeth Bay for NYE 2014, which was a hoot! We fought off our hangovers with an amazing seafood feast at the Quay building opposite the Opera House, and meandered back to the farm over the next couple of days through Canberra - the most uncharismatic capital I've visited - and Bendigo, which is actually rather great! We even stopped for a spot of metal detecting but only found bottle tops and bullets!

Whole Lobster, oysters, mussels, Moreton bay bugs, smoked salmon and prawns with huge tasty capers, overlooking the Sydney Opera House :)

It was interesting to see how the landscape change across the country: from the touristy southern Victorian coast to the metropolis of Melbourne; the hilly central dairy pastures; the lush green coastal towns in the East; the most glamorous city in Australia and back through to the old gold fields and dry inland farming regions. Australia is so vast compared to England! 

On the home stretch back to the farm

There was one other part I'd been wanting to visit for some time, so soon I was on a budget flight to Hobart on the Australian island of Tasmania :)

My friend and I stayed in Transit Backpackers which is actually pretty good as far as hostels go, with a good outdoor area and quiet rooms. We explored the city on foot the first day, walking around the port and shopping in the boutiques, op shops and markets, sampling Tasmanian wines and ciders (for research purposes) and enjoying delicious meals from the plethora of little cafes and restaurants in the city centre and at Salamanca Place.

We hired a car for Day 2 and drove up the landscape-dominating Mount Wellington which was just breath-taking; 1271 metres above sea level and panoramic views. Photos just don't do it justice!

We tried the beer and cider taster paddle at Cascade Brewery, which is the oldest brewery in Australia if that kind of thing floats your boat, and drove down the Tasman Peninsula through Eagle Hawk Neck towards Port Arthur, stopping off to see the Tessellated Pavement, Tasman Arch and other pretty sights along the way.

A massive highlight of the trip was our visit to the MONA gallery- described by the owner as a 'subversive adult Disneyland', filled with everything from thought-provoking sculptures and titillating videography to interactive exhibits and even a putrid Excrement Machine. We finished off our tour with some wine from the on-site vineyard and listened to live music in the sun-drenched gardens before catching our cool graffiti-covered ferry back to Hobart CBD.

Excrement Machine- oh the stench of blended food and enzymes, and of course the produced waste!

 

Another fun night out left us craving every edible item at Salamanca Market on the Saturday, and devouring more than was strictly necessary, but not regretting one delicious mouthful. I left Hobart feeling like that wouldn't be the last time I visited Tasmania, and after some swift goodbyes in Melbourne I embarked on my journey home, from 42 degrees to 2 degree Celsius in around 36 hours!



Crowds at Salamanca Market

I've been home almost a month now- I spent a few days in London sleeping off the jet-lag and seeing old friends, marvelling at how cheap groceries are and buying all the things I didn't know I'd missed- like Gregg's and Fudge bars and Robinson's Squash! I got to combine delicious food, drinks and Ping Pong at Bounce, and hit Primark and Urban Outfitters like a woman possessed.

All things British that I hadn't seen in a year!

I'll head back to Victoria when I'm granted my second year visa, but for now I'm spending some QT with family and friends and striving towards that ubiquitous task all 20-somethings are concerned with; "Sorting My Life Out". 

Let's see how we go...