So let’s talk about Dita, or more specifically, What I Wore when the High Priestess came to Sydney. I wanted something out of the ordinary for this show – both because it was Dita, but also because it was at the State Theatre, which is one of the most gorgeous venues we have in Sydney.… Continue reading Beautiful Dress (part one)
It’s been a quiet weekend here, which to be honest is the way I prefer them. I like people, especially my people, but I also like home. Pottering about, opening and closing the fridge door wondering what to eat next, being stalked by the cat and chasing her up and down the hall, eating crackers… Continue reading Not yet, I’m not ready yet
It’s officially Autumn here in Sydney. The slow dive to Winter. A time for the browning of leaves, of cool nights slept under light-weight blankets, the shortening of days and the slow vanish of summer fruits. The days are still warm and prone to sunburn, but the nights call for a cotton cardigan slung over… Continue reading My House Your House
I’ve been putting off writing this post for a long time. But a friend recently asked me what I thought about her trying one of these patterns for her first knitted garment, and I realised it was time I told the truth. But before I do, a rather large disclaimer: the issues you are about… Continue reading Flightless Bird, American Mouth
So a few week ago, the graph above popped into my Instagram feed. The Sewcialists had put out a call for TNT patterns, which at first perplexed this Gen-Xer who uses words in their entirety (what the fuck young people, words are beautiful, use ALL the letters!). But then I realised it meant Tried and… Continue reading Straight Love Affair
It’s been a strange couple of days, in an even stranger couple of months. And I find myself as I so often do at this time of year, just counting down the days until Christmas is here, and the year is done, as if somehow the rolling forward of the calendar will make the days… Continue reading WIP Wednesday
I have often joked with people that knitting is what keeps my nose above water level. There’s the obvious meditative process, the silent number counting that stills the heart and focuses the breath – it’s impossible to be distracted by the silliness of life when you are focused on yarn and needle. There’s also the… Continue reading A Loverless Bed (Without Remission)
Because my last post was about losing my Sewjo, I thought I’d talk about how I got it back. One word. Ok, two. Summer Wardrobe. I love Winter don’t get me wrong, but there is nothing like pulling summer cottons out of the fabric stash, and imagining what they might become. This is my current… Continue reading WIP Wednesday
From my window I watch fluffy white clouds skate across a blue sky. It’s late October, and Sydney should be in the throes of Spring, but we’ve had a cold snap and I’ve got tights on under my skirt and a woollen cardigan over my shoulders. So it doesn’t feel entirely inappropriate to post pictures… Continue reading Going Underground
It’s been a quiet Winter here at the House of Miss Alison. A Winter of slow-cooked casseroles with herb dumplings (which is why I resemble one), of nights hunkered down with knitting, and frosty winter mornings spent with a book and the world’s best coffee. I love Winter, it’s a time for slowing down, for… Continue reading Heart’s a Mess
Miss Alison regrets 