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Add page to: Add page to: There is something about making mud pies that is just... satisfying.
I think I'm a little obsessed with my magnetic poetry. It's actually a friends fault (of course). She bought me my first set (original). Since then I have collected the genius, cat lovers, in other words (flip), party, kid's kit, office... and a rebus set called Magnetic Love Signs. And - I still want more! (Particularly the kid's spanish flip set. These things are great if you live with other people or if you have a steady steam of traffic through your house (I do). Your fridge ends up with heaps of weird and wonderful messages and it's kinda cool to see what's been added since you last looked. It's not a new thing for me - before I had magnetic poetry on the fridge I had a stack of those colourful plastic kiddy letters and numbers. Whole words are even better. The only thing I hate in the magnetic poetry kits is the lack of punctuation but I've now found some educational versions for kids that do actually contain punctuation (word tiles, word parts, alphabet letters). Woot. Yes, it's quite possible that I need help...
It's a family thing. A whole extended family thang. I once ended up in the 'Port Kenny International Cribbage Championships' just because the store was closed and we went to the pub to get chips instead. It was the night of my Grandma's funeral (1988) so us kids (all in our teens) were out for a breather. As we walked in, we were accosted with, 'So... you girls play cribbage, don't you?' (well, duh!). I did not get so far but my cousin went on to the finals and became a bit of a local legend due to awe of the spectators when she knocked a guy out of the running who people were sure would make the finals. play online
My grandparents taught us. And even though my mum taught them, they played kinda different rules. Grandpa was a bit tricky (I don't want to accuse him of cheating but those recounts he sometimes insisted on seemed to more often than not bring him back into the lead). I played with one of my friends who I have known for years and had a friendship that has survived any number of things... but almost not canasta. Do you know how many versions of canasta there actually are out there? (I didn't either until after our fateful game where we both went off to check the rules and both returned feeling superior because we were right.)
Well, I've had a few goes at Golf Croquet and Aussie Croquet, to say I actually play may be 'much'. But I'll be having another go. I used to think of croquet as an old people's game but after enjoying it have decided it is not. I'm not ready to be old yet.
Just coz I haven't built one since I was a kid, doesn't mean I can't remember how much fun they are to build. Started out with an old fashioned clothes horse and blankets and progressed to bricks (not hugely successful without mortar), tin/corrugated iron, roofing nails and wood. I have to say my cousin and I built the coolest cubby over the period of a month or so. In my head, it's still impressive.
I started because I bought a choker that was a combination of headpins, chain and beads (not that I knew those wire bits were called headpins when I bought the choker). I love the style and thought it'd be easy to recreate. And it would be... if you can find all of the *right* bits. Because I could not find specifically what I was after did I leave stores empty handed? Grud no! I came out with lots of beads I didn't need and had no idea what I'd do with. I mean LOTS of beads. Not quite zillions, but close. So now I have made a few things, including a bracelet (pattern from my head - the only criteria was 'pink' as I was beading with a friend who *hates* pink) and two chokers which I made from an antique beading book recipe but because I made them in bright vibrant colurs they have a modern trendy look rather than an antique anything. They look kinda cool. I've given both chokers away and if I do say so myself, they look pretty damn fine when on. So from purpose lost comes what some might call a hobby. Personally, I think it's very fiddly and there's not much instant gratification but I'm bloody minded and persistent so that works. Plus, I have to use up all of those damn beads. (Keep an eye on the bored now section of my site for some beading recipes).
I love my Playstation2. I hate the section of Resident Evil Veronica X between section 1 and 2 of the game. I am pretty bad. I didn't want to own up to this but when you can visibly see the frustration of the people around you and they start snatching at the controller, you kind of get the idea you are not a crash hot game player.
'The boys' from Alice taught me. We played all the time. After one euchre session I ended up with a jelly baby in my shoe (there may have been alcohol as well as card games). I also got a bruised nose once. They guys used to cheat with a series of subtle (and sometimes rather obvious) hand signals to represent the various suits. When ever we played partners I would constantly be encouraged by my partner to cheat. So one day I did. I realised I'd been caught when I found my nostril being grabbed and twisted (believe me, that hurts).
Had not played it for years until I saw it at the quirky Kava Bar up the west end of Hindley Street. It's fun, quick and most people know how to play.