Sunday morning is everyday for all I care

I've just been head-banging my way around the room, dancing and singing along like an idiot to the top two songs in the Hottest 100 Of All Time. Plus I'm quite tipsy on Brown Brothers Rosa, which in my opinion is the closest thing to alcholic red cordial there is. And now they are playing "Come as You Are" and "Lithium" on the radio and I'm reminiscing about the Nirvana show I went to at the ANU Bar in February 1992 with Naf and Robert, and how we accidentally found ourselves in the mosh pit when the doors were pushed open and way too many people flooded in to the bar, and being from North Queensland Naf and I wondered when people got so rude and felt it was alright to elbow you in the head and tip beer over your back.

I mean, that kind of thing never happened at Richard Clayderman concerts.

So I hope I make sense with this post. Thank heavens for the edit button, eh?



This morning a friend and I had breakfast before heading to the Creative Fibre Day at the Old Bus Depot markets, where we may or may not have been cautious and careful buyers (it's true! All I bought was some delicious red 4 ply! Red! What a surprise!). But before breakfast I took an early morning detour to the National Gallery of Australia to view how well "Knitta Please" had decorated the poles in front of the foyer as part of the Soft Sculpture exhibition.



Pretty well, it seems! Actually, it was a spectacular sight.



Here's a really bad photo above is of my contribution - the crocheted granny squares in green, mustard and purple (under the blue and red ripple knitting). I'm really pleased I made the effort to be a part of it.



The piece with the fingerless mitts was one of my favourites. I could have easily stayed there for an hour looking at each and every piece, but it was freezing cold and windy and my tummy was telling me it was time for breakfast.

There are even more photos at the National Gallery of Australia's Flickr site.