Monday, 9 July 2012

Script Writing, Seals at the Seaside & the Sixties

I am feeling rather content after my holidays- inspired to learn about script writing and happy with my little holiday getaways to Bendigo and Lorne. Yet, my garden is a a mess, overgrown with weeds and looking sad and I am not prepared to give up the freetime I gained, lost once more with the onset of work and uni. I had aspirations about writing by the sea, instead I learnt the difference between a squidjig and a telescopic rod, and caught only pesky crabs that stubbornly clung to the rod after much swaying and flicking. I saw a seal and was reminded of one of my favourite childhood movies, Andre. Made in the early 90's but set in the 60's- I think this may be where my love of the sixties orginated. I also started watching Mad Men these holidays and absolutely love travelling to that decade.


Friday, 25 May 2012

Who is Nanna Aggie?

I am writing a novel and using  a section of the story for a writing piece at uni. It focuses on one of my characters known as Nanna Aggie. I am exploring who she is....

She was a teenager in the late fifties/ early sixties and I am trying to put together a look that suits her whilst working out how she looks- this is my inspiration:
i-D magazine pre-spring 2012

i-D magazine pre-spring 2012
Paper Hearts- ginny and jude

Paper Hearts- ginny and jude
The Gypsy Girl- ginny and jude above and below

Elle March 2012
Elle March 2012

As you can tell I have bombarded this inspiration with the pics from a beautiful lookbook I found called ginnyandjude.

Sunday, 6 May 2012

Bodgies and Widgies- writing piece

I wanted to share this post that I came across when researching Bodgies and Widgies. I loved this take on the look!

Check it out here: Isaac Likes: #1800 Karen Inderbitzen Waller shot bodgies and wi...: Photos: Karen Inderbitzen Waller Newspaper fashion pages are generally not the exciting arbiters of cool one might hope for, but they do s...

Saturday, 21 April 2012

I guess things don't 'just happen' for me, sometimes?

Growing up I would often hear, 'It wasn't meant to be'. Destiny lays in the hands of someone else or a greater force then our selves. On some level this is what I believe. 'Things happen for a reason' is a concept that is similar but one I occasionally question.
At times I like to believe that things will pan out and the right thing will happen in the end. Everything will be ok. When I was nine and my young aunty got cancer I asked myself why this would happen to her, if there was purpose to everything that is. I had faith that my aunty would survive. Due to innocence and naivety? A trust in my faith. It was also a belief in my aunty for never giving up. She was quite sick and her hair grew back curly, but she is still alive. It kept growing and she made it into remission. Was she given cancer because she could handle it? I pondered. Was she lucky? Was she strong and fought well or was it her destiny to survive? I'm sure she would have something to say about this.

I went along believing things happen for a reason and that things are meant to be. This was all good and well until I was made to explore this very idea in year 12. We watched, Sarah Watt's, 'Look Both Ways' and were made to question the beliefs of main character, Meryl, whose life is very much controlled and limited by her views and that of the 'not meant to be' idea. What did I make of this? It was at this very time that my Gran's cancer returned. A lingering leech that haunts my family. The movie also explored death and cancer. Why is it that themes that are used in class always match issues you are going through in your life at the time, or is this just me? It always feels as though I am in some corny movie when the lead starts to question themselves or deal with their issues through the classroom topics of discussion.

Somehow I think I decided that this concept only related to my life and it had been easy for me to believe things are meant to be when everything turns out well for me. This was the case until I failed something I really needed, my license. I got along with things and realised that the lesson I learnt from having to overcome this little bump in the road, or the very bumpy bus rides that followed, was worth it because now that I have my license I appreciate it so much more. I learnt a lesson and so maybe I was meant to learn to overcome disappoint and to realise I can't have everything I want the first time.
This failure also made me consider what 'luck' is and how people can attribute failures or misfortunes to luck. Saying that bad luck caused someone to fail or to make a mistake, moves the blaim on to something else, shifting the responsibility. When luck is reversed though, and people attribute success to good luck it may be more difficult to accept the idea that they are not wholly responsible for their own achievements and that nothing else was at play, to possibly 'detract' from their personal sense of success.

I believe the notion of 'it was meant to be or it wasn't meant to be' is like the notion of luck. We can deflect our disapointment or overcome it by claiming that 'it wasn't meant to be' and hope in our hearts that one day destiny will give us what we wish for and we will be happy with 'our lot' with luck on our side, until then maybe I should step fourth and live out my destiny a little more pro actively.

love lulu x

Saturday, 17 March 2012

Autumn arrangements

So Autumn is here, and my veggie garden is pretty much all planted out. A few things haven't popped up yet and I am not confident my Lazy Housewife Climbing Beans will ever appear. They were planted late just before some big downpours so they may have rotted. Not sure, if I should dig them up?...

  The Cherry Belle Radishes have really taken off, and they are looking rather purposeful and proud. I got the radish seeds from Melbourne guys, The Little Veggie Patch Co. They have an excellent book that I really must buy so I can return the library's copy.

 I had a really close inspection of my snow peas and ornamental climbing peas the other day and I have fallen in love with this kind of plant. They are so dainty and the way the little stringy hands reach out and hold on to each other and the fence is so sweet!

Things seem to be coming along slowly and for some the changes have proved too much. Maxi is not happy about being kept out of this little patch of garden.

Wednesday, 29 February 2012

Varieties of Vegetables, my obsession!

Something has kick started a growing obsession in me, an obsession for growing. There are heirloom varieties with cute names, dating back to the 1880's. Tonight I have ordered 'Purple' Artichoke, ' Crimson Flowered' Broad Bean, 'Cherry Belle' Radish and 'Snowball' Cauliflower. My seed collection is growing and this morning my sidekick and I planted the first of my seedlings into the ground.

I have been reading so much but I'm not sure if that is enough. I am excited for a bit of trial and error and to see how the vegies start to progress. This whole obsession has me re assessing our lifestyles. I am so disconnected to the foods I eat, even down to making meals, yes, that's right my mumma still cooks for me. Hopefully these lazy, childish habits of mine will alter as I get fresh, homegrown produce to make use of.

Monday, 6 February 2012

Creating change; coping with change

“Fear, uncertainty and discomfort are your compasses toward growth.”
The little boy is a solider. What must be endured is endured. If it is a task, it is just a task. Nothing more and nothing less. Steady and solid, moving steadily not stuck. Change comes to him without too much contemplation. No fear, fear won't get him anywhere.

The others sway. The breeze does not push them forward and change doesn't come easily. Ideas and thoughts stay, and then fears are lodged. Feet are planted. Their bodies sway but their feet remain planted, stuck. They float; until things don't go their way, gusts of wind manage to push their feet forward. Reluctently, things begin to change. What was once a family, a group together in the car. Side by side laughing will be no longer, maybe (rather dramatically) never again; sitting there in the backseat of our car.

Saturday, 7 January 2012

Baby sparrow, Hydrangeas and a Happy New Year

There is something about watering plants, feeding them, watching them grow. It is easy. When I was little I loved watering our garden. Imagining little fairies staying under the leaves so that they wouldn't get wet.


Environments change and with the drought one of my favourite places went from lush green growth to dry barren land. Like that of it's gardener, sick and hung; fragile, non existant. With the coming of 2012 we decided to reinvent it. Rejuvinating what is stuggling and replacing what has been lost for so long- hydrangeas!! And so my garden interest began to grow, along with a slight obession with hydrangeas.  
 We planted two, one each side of the front steps, and then a heat wave hit. I watered them morning and night and now it lay in my Grandpa's hands until we return to them.

"Come and see what fell outside" she led me by the hand as we stepped out the door. There it was, calling me. "Oh a baby bird!" It stood out, yellow mouthed and squarking like crazy. I picked it up and took it in. At first it was happy to eat, we found a site that told us all about how to care for baby sparrows, so we fed it dry dog food and made it as warm as possible. It's little demands were a little draining but it was a squarking life. I learnt a lot about sparrows and baby birds in general and then as though a hangover from it's birth the year before the little baby died, not going to face the new year. Surviving 38hrs after falling from the palm tree.

Some things grow and adapt, others can't survive and maybe they aren't meant to. Maybe there were too many little sparrows in the palm tree. I am dissapointed the sparrow didn't grow up but I know that I tried to save it's life and next time I will do the same.