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December 17th, 2012

T-6 days

We’ve taken this week off work to do all the final errands and make all the final preparations. There’s still so much to do. But what a difference it makes having cleared the decks of all other commitments to focus on it! Yesterday I got a lot of wedding tasks done (I still have my vows and speech to write and music to select) and I also managed to knit half a mitten and start a quilt project. I forgot how much time there is on a Sunday when I’m not working.

Which is not to say that we have dropped all other commitments. There are a bunch of tradespeople coming today – the security screen man is already here and well into his second project at our house. Finally a doggie door! And then I am off to see a man about a new printer – I’m supposed to be on leave from Twelfth Planet Press as of 17 days ago but I’m still working through the end of a few projects. I intend to send two books to Amanda … I guess tonight? The closer I get to Thursday, the less non wedding things I will have time to do. But today, I am off to see a new printer. He came across me as a result of my speaking at the Jewish Women’s function in August and would like to see if we might like to use him instead of our regular printer. I’m going to go and have a look and see about that today.

And maybe catch up with some friends for lunch. And then do a bunch of wedding errands including a shoe fitting and whatever.

Saturday night Kathryn threw my Hen’s Party. It was a lot of fun. Although I had a drama an hour before leaving my place to go pick her up with a sudden and violent attack of Crohn’s. I was no t sure I would be able to leave the bathroom let alone the house. I had this horrible image of everyone else rocking up to my party and me lying at home in bed feeling terrible. Luckily it passed, though I packed sick bags in my handbag just in case. I’m not sure if it was the uber strong coffee I had that day or a sudden attack of nerves (I’m a bit worried about the actual day, if that’s the case). But if it was nerves, being surrounded by my closest friends totally did the trick and I soon forgot how bad I’d felt.

We had booked a walking bar tour of the CBD. A friend of mine took a friend of hers when she visited on this tour a year or more ago and it sounded like heaps of fun. I don’t tend to hang out much in the city anymore after 6pm and I have no idea where all the cool places are. And new eat and drink places are opening up every other week it seems. And they look really really suave. we were taken to three bars and pointed out other places on the way (he detoured down to the new BHP complex, if you’re a Perth person, to just show us what’s opened up there – there’s several months of Saturday nights to spent checking those out for starters! We will be back!!) – each stop had food or a drink supplied and then you bought others as you needed. Our first stop was Canton – and oh my how much out of Firefly is that little bar?!!! And then we ended up in Wolf Lane – which has expanded since I used to hang there.

I’m a bit sad that I could only drink soda and lime and the one mocktail. I would have been silly and dancing up a storm til late if this were 15 years ago and I weren’t sick. There were penis straws and a bride to be sash in hot pink with flashing lights. But best of all there were a bunch of close friends who have been there with me on all the heartbreaks and career decisions and life decisions of importance. And having them with me to go out and relax and hang out a week before “that thing on Sunday” as we are calling it, was the best night ever. And I’m not as nervous now!




Mirrored from Champagne and Socks.


All you have to do is love them

Teachers are amazing people. As news has slowly trickled out of Connecticut this weekend I’ve been focusing on the brave acts of those teachers – the love, the protection, the good in the face of as yet inexplicable evil. I’m not sure any explanation would make us understand what happened in those classrooms. And I don’t know if this heinous terrifying thing will change much in the US in relation to gun control. But when you focus on what the average person is most likely to do in a situation like that – hide children in cupboards and stand in the way of the bullets, it changes the way you see the world -not as a minefield of evil and terror at every turn but filled with people who are brave, and courageous and compassionate and kind.

Rather than focus on all that is wrong and maybe all that cannot be changed, why not ask the question – why not? Or even how about? or what if? It’s amazing what can happen when you decide not to accept the status quo if you don’t like it.

Here is an absolutely inspiring video of a teacher in the South Bronx who didn’t accept that things cannot be better:


Which brings me to my own very inspiring situation with a teacher who asked why not? Why not be happy? Why not try? Why not find a way to make it happen? Why not strive for something beyond your grasp? Why not think outside the box?

I was wandering around to do looking at a new printer and binder company. I got taken on a tour of all their machines which were in use and I got to see books of all shapes and sizes being made. And I thought “I love my life” – that it involves a random tour of a binding machine. Because I really love publishing, every stage in the process of making a book, I love it.

And so. I can’t believe that next year I will be doing it full time. For a couple of months Helen has been saying to me – you should really think about doing a phd. And you know, I laughed at the crazy lady. I failed to complete such an endeavour once before, could I really be trusted down this path again? Course that time I did not have a scholarship and I had to work at the same time. Helen argued that this time would be different because I would do it in something that I love and that I already know stuff about. Again I kinda brushed it off. But things have been looking grim on the day job front for a while. I don’t much talk about that here and I won’t go into it now but it’s no secret that government agencies are having their budgets cut. And I’ve been on short term contracts for a while. For about the last year, I’ve thought time and again that all I really want to do is stay at home and work on my press. And then … Helen came back with a seriously off the wall idea and really, that’s how we like it at TPP. She had a pitch for a kind of phd that there was no way I could look past. And as I’ve started to explain it to those around me, yeah, there’s no way this is not the perfect thing for me.

If you don’t follow your dream, who do you have but yourself to blame for your unhappiness?

So later this week, before I walk down the aisle, I’m going to make a different but no less major life changing decision and I’m going to formally accept my phd scholarships offer and I’m going to go back to university to do a phd in publishing.


And it turns out? In the humanities? You get to work from home. Seriously. I had to lie down for that one. You better check in on me dear reader and make sure I a) leave the house regularly b) don’t get distracted on craft projects and/or c) don’t work all the time on it. Because as my husband-to-be has only just realised today, I’m going to be full time on TPP now. (well some time in the new year)

Mirrored from Champagne and Socks.

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