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 Do you remember that series of Survivor Thailand a couple of years back, where the winner was Brian the used car salesman? A few episodes from the end each of the "survivors" got a video message from home. There were all sorts of families offering support and tearily telling their loved ones how much they missed them and that they were proud of them for getting this far, etc. Most of the contestants had families to support, their kids college fees to raise, farms to save, debts to pay off, or sick family members. The videos from home showed each persons story and struggle. Then it came to Brian's home video of his pretty little wife, who proceeded to take the camera crew on a tour of their extensive 2 story home, double garage and 3 cars. Then even took them through to show them all the lovely clothes in her wardrobe and a shoe collection to rival that of Imelda Marcos. The best part was when they asked if she wanted to pass on a message of support to Brian. Her reply was along the lines of "When you win baby, we're going to Fiji!" With the word "Fiji" in a high pitched cutesy voice. I've never forgotten it. An-y-hoo...ahem...We're going to Fiji! It's true! I almost feel embarrassed to say it, but it's true. Yes this mysterious holiday I've been alluding to all week is in fact a beachside escape to a Pacific paradise. There's a story that leads to this point, but the short version involves a day of insanely late trains and me losing patience, quietly to myself, "Damn you trains, I'm going to Fiji!" (which we had previously decided not to do because we thought it was too extravagant). I still can't really believe it. A good example of the getting lemons, making lemonade thing, which I'm now a big fan of. Because, you know, late trains = Fiji Islands, it's elementary really.  So, if it's a bit empty here next week, it'll be because I'm lying on a beach, bobbing in some water, or sleeping... or maybe eating seafood... or maybe trying kava... or maybe ambling around a marketplace. In any case I'll be here, (in this photo). Well, there's much to do before we go; packing and preening. Wish my razor luck, on legs that I haven't seen in at least 3 long cold Winter months. May the force be with you.
After having listened to the Summer Jams 2k5 CD from Jen about 5 times already, I've come to some conclusions: I really like it, and it does achieve a very Summery feel very well. After listening to it I regretted toning my CD down though, (i thought it'd be a bit too heavy for people - pfff, what was I thinking?). Mr You will say "I told you so". Anyhow, there are some bands I've heard of on here, some I've never really listened to, and there are also lots of newbies for me. Of the one's I've never heard, I really like: Holland, 1945 by Neutral Milk Hotel Twin cinema by The New Pornographers Monkey by Low I've heard so many people mention Iron & Wine, mutterings about town and such, so I'm glad to own a track of theirs now. Maybe I'll seem like I'm "in the know" next time. Oh, how the lyrics in " Leave the biker by Fountains of Wayne" did make me laugh so: "crumbs in his beard from the seafood special". It reminds me a little bit of Butterfingers, an Australian band with cheeky lyrics - "Your Mama's on the top of my things to do list" for example. The vocals on the Moping Swans track reminds me alot of another Australian band Youth Group (touring your United States at the moment). My very favourite song on the CD is " 99 and a half won't do by The Detroit Cobras". It makes me wanna skip out on work, jump in the back of a ute with a guitar and a faithful dog (niether of which I have), and drive up the coast to a happy care-free life, with this playing magically in the air as my theme song (like an ad on tv). But having said that my absolute even more bestest most favourite is " Oualahila ar tesninam by Tinariwen": Like a modern version of the Bollywood track on the Ghost World soundtrack. Makes me wanna spin jump and twirl all Bollywood style around the house! Hooray for such a happy fun Summer CD! Thanks again Jen (I'm honoured to be one of the lucky 26 finalists). (I've been without our digital camera this week, so if you want to see the very slick cover click here.)
 My Illustration Friday entry for 'reflection'. Upon reflection you never remember how much money you've spent on a holiday, you only remember the wonderful holiday. This weekend I head off on a holiday. Up till now I've been a bit concerned about spending all that money, but I know that as soon as I get there every last cent will fade from my memory, leaving lots of space for wonderful, delicious, rich new memories of a fantatisc holiday.
QUESTION: You are a boss. The employee of yours who has worked for you (closely by your side) for almost twice as long as anyone else in your company, tells you she is very stressed and is having a really hard day, (while she is working her butt off, and also taking on some of your work to ease your load). Do you reply?... A) By welling up with tears, giving her a hug, a gold watch and rewarding her an early and overly generous retirement package? B) Give her an understanding smile to show your appreciation, and offering a supportive “I know exactly how you feel. I’m sure it will all work out fine”? OR C) Tut, roll your eyes, and say loudly to the whole office “Don’t listen to her. You think your day is bad, you should try having mine then”. (Causing the long serving devoted employee to think “I’m not getting paid enough for this”)? While initially setting up my blog, I decided to start off by keeping it secret and anonymous, just in case one day I needed to vent. I never really intended it, but deep down I knew this day would come: the day I needed to have a good hard bitch! Reasons why today sucked really badly:1) The answer to the above question was C. (Despite my boss normally being a good guy, unfortunately today he wasn't) 2) I live in the city so I don’t have to wake up at “sparrow fart” to get to work on time, but today I spent over an hour, all up, just waiting in the cold wind for a train to actually come (both to and from work)! 3) I didn’t have time to go outside to get lunch, and had to eat leftovers 4) Tried to offer friends at work free movie passes to a preview screening, no-one wanted them. At all! What’s up with that? 5) Big man on the train home in seat in front of me insisted on resting his arm along the back of the chair letting off the strongest, wettest smelling B.O. I have ever encountered 6) Big man sitting next to me on the same train with the loud rattly uncovered cough trying to read what I was writing 7) Letter box exploded brochures, bills and flyers all over the footpath as I was trying to collect my mail. Reasons why tomorrow is going to be 1000 times better than today:1) Mr You gets home after being away for almost a week 2) Train will still be late, but not as late as today 3) My boss is going to come to his senses and appreciate all my hard work and offer me that retirement package, allowing me to spend all my time blogging, doodling and sewing 4) Under all of the bills and brochures in my letterbox today, was a CD from Jen, which I will no doubt love and listen to all day tomorrow 5) And tomorrow is one day closer to my holiday which starts this very weekend! Hallay-Freekin-LOO-ya!!! Should you drink orange juice if it feels fizzy?
It's a little over a week away until Spring begins, but the weather has been all over the place and has caused great indecision in the gardens. The trees and flowers have been attempting to break into bloom on warm days, only to be trying desperately to suck their blooms back in the next day when it turns icy again. Today, to my delight, I discovered a giant jasmine bush dangling over a fence into the back lane near our house. It was positively dripping with those unassuming white flowers, and smelling the best it possibly could. Just a tiny sprig of it in my bathroom has filled the whole back half of the house with a smell of impending Spring! (We only moved to our new house in May, so all this is new. We also discovered a tall avocado tree and an orange tree in the back lane too. It’s abundant out there I tell you!)
Earlier this year Momo hung up her blogging gloves, retiring from a 3 year run. It was around the same time that my friend Lacey-T moved to Adelaide, and felt like all my friends were leaving. But now Momo is back! It may be a new address, but it’s the same lipstick loving vixen we’ve all come to love. (If you haven’t come to love her yet, you still can, just by clicking on this tiny link.) I was thinking of her just last week, the very day before I found out she was back. On Tuesday I got to go out to Sony Music and had a bit of a tour while I was there. It was the first time I’d ever been there and the first time I’d been to a big printing press. It was like being on a school excursion. This reminded of a post Momo wrote ages ago about missing the joy of the humble school excursion. I left a comment which was a tad long for your average comment, perfectly encompassing; “give ‘em an inch and they’ll take a mile”. (In the days before I had a blog of my own…) An excursion to an ice cream factory in year 2 should have been a highlight of my schooling years. Yes, ice cream factory!
We clambered into little hygienic shower caps and coats, and trundled through the huge clear plastic flappy doors after the tour guide. He showed no where near as much excitement as someone who works in the motherland of ice cream should, and whisked us through the factory leaving no time to savour any of the deliciousness.
Being the lagger that I am, I lingered behind the rest of the group to marvel at one of the huge vats of vanilla flavoured creamy goodness. And that's when things went all “Willy Wonker”. Just as my tour group was about to disappear out of site I intended to sneakily sprint back to the back of the pack, cleverly unnoticed. But not so cleverly; I was stuck! Living in a hot climate I had never known about the sticking power of freezing cold surfaces. My little shoes were stuck tight to the ground. I tugged and twisted to get myself free, tried jumping and the odd high kick, but I was well and truly frozen to the floor.
Panic set in! (but being a quiet mouse-like kid I did it silently).
The tears began to well as my group disappeared from sight through another set of flappy doors, and I imagined the scarey Oompa Loompas closing in at any moment. I ended up taking my shoes off, skipping around in my socks (so I wouldn't get stuck again), and used all the strength I could muster to tear my shoes from the floor. In the process the rubber soles ripped from my shoes staying stuck tight. I popped my soleless shoes back on and dashed for the last known sighting of the group.
My little rubber soles are probably still fossilized in the icy floors of that ice cream factory. But at least I learnt the easy way to never lick the inside of the freezer.Luckily this episode caused no lasting trauma, and I still LOVE ice cream.
Mr You has gone up north to celebrate his grandfathers 80th birthday - hooray! He'll be away for 6 whole nights - booo! He's gone away before so this is not the first time, but each time I'm alone I notice odd things going on. Nothing like my belly button coming undone and my guts bursting out (sorry, I know I should be more sensitive about this, but honestly I haven't laughed so hysterically since Bec Cartwright's poem). (...and now after those, this post is destined to be bland and oh so lame)Anyhoo... I seem to forget to go to bed. I'm busying myself trying to keep my mind off spooky thoughts when I hear a leaf gently fall to the ground outside, or see the creepy neighbourhood cat that stares at me without moving a single muscle (not even to blink) through the windows at night. So there I am cutting and pasting, pulling fabric out of my "I'll make something cool out of this one day" box, only to put it back again, drinking yet another cup of tea, and then all of a sudden I realise I've completely forgotten to go to bed. But what's even stranger is that in the morning after a brief sleep, (when I would usually turn my alarm off without even noticing, and keep sleeping until I have 30 mins to get to work) I bounce up out of bed bright and early. Don't ask me why. (...actually I was right. This post did end up being bland and OH SO lame. Sorry I'm lonely, okay. Excuse me while I go and challenge the creepy cat to a stare-off...)
 Yesterday I posted out another batch of my CD's. This time they are going to Jen the creator, Shenandoah, Miss May, Erin the Knitterista, and on Monday I'll be popping one in the post for Allison. I'm not sure if it's considered cheating or not, but I've modified my mix slightly, this one is called Transmittance One-b. I've taken some of Kristi's comments about my initial mix into consideration, and have also added numbers on the tracklist itself. The original list was a bit too heavy, so I've replaced a couple of the heavy tracks with ones that are a little more "friendly". I also switched a few tracks from the listed bands to give a better representation of what they normally sound like. The new tracks are: Godhopping - Dogs Dies in Hot Cars: These guys are Scottish and generally quite upbeat. Special Ones - George: This Australian band became quite popular in a very short space of time, but have now parted. I just read this week that she is about to release her first solo album. If you are like me and don't dare ever sing in public, but secretly, when driving around in the car with all the windows tightly shut, you belt out a song or two (or desperately attempt to in my case)... Then boy, is this one for you! The switched tracks are: Car Crash - Eskimo Joe: The original mix had Wake Up, but I've switched it with this one as it's far less heavy, and is a much better example of that sexy breaking point in his voice that I mentioned earlier. Land Locked Blues - Bright Eyes: This one replaced Light Pollution. Light Pollution is quite a peppy track, and it's great! But it's rare for Bright Eyes; usually his songs are a little melancholy shall we say. I thought this one was somewhere in between, and it's a little bit folky (for Jen. But there's no banjo, so don't get excited). So that's okay isn't it? Not completely different, just refined slightly. Anyway, I hope the CD lives up to the expectations of the innocent listening bystanders I've over-enthusiastically forced it upon. heeee.
 Yesterday I received my 4th CD from CD Swap 2. Technically it was actually the 4th and 5th CD's as in this batch I was awarded with a "bonus CD"! It's all a little mysterious though. As I pulled the package out of the letterbox, I squeeled "It's from France!". Two CD's and a little note, but I have absolutely no idea who sent it. There was a street address, but no name. To intrigue me even more, the CD's are filled with Australian music (the bonus one is exclusively Aussie music). I've worked out from my sophisticated powers of deduction that this mystery sender must be an Australian serving in the top secret French Foreign Legion; the "Aussie, Aussie, Aussie. Oi, Oi, Oi" war cry gave it away. The "Aussie, Aussie, Aussie. Oi, Oi, Oi war cry?" I hear you ask... Yes, well this is something only Australians, and English Bus Tour Guide's seem to know about. It's mainly used at sporting events. The New Zealanders have the amazing, historical, culturally significant Haka. We Aussies prefer to yell out "Aussie, Aussie, Aussie. Oi, Oi, Oi". Please don't ask me why. "And the English Bus Tour Guide's" I hear you enquire... Mr You and I were in London last year, and unfortunately boarded a bus tour the day after the English rugby team beat Australia in a match. When "Big Bus Alan" discovered we were Australian, with a spark of gloat in his eye, he cried out "Aussie, Aussie, Aussie!". Mr You and I, embarrassedly but politely chuckled and muttered "yeah". This was not enough for him, and louder this time (so the whole coach of tourists from other countries were staring at us) he demanded "Aussie, Aussie, Aussie! Come On. You know it!" And paused, waiting for our reply. Our eyes darted from side to side at all the people looking at us with great anticipation, and sheepishly we retorted a quiet "Oi, Oi, Oi". The tourists, obviously expecting some Banjo Patterson prose, were disappointed, and a little confused. Big Bus Alan was deeeelighted, "Yeeeees" he sneered, "Oi Oi Oi". Yes! Okay! We have the war cry thing, and the Crocodile Hunter, and Russell Crow, and we're very very sorry! But luckily we have very good music, and we can swim fast. So, thank-you kindly to my mysterious French Foreign Legion ex-patriot, for the 2 CD's. I hope you're enjoying that fabulous French lifestyle, and all that comes with it, (but only on the weekends, when you have some reckie time from the Legion, cause you don't want to run out on those guys. Trust me, I saw a documentary).
 My Illustration Friday entry for 'wisdom'. Do you ever have those days when you’re out of the house, on the train, up the lifts, at work and half way through the day before you realise that you forgot to apply any deodorant that morning? Then you spend the rest of the day making sure your movements are slow and as waft-less as possible. And do you ever have those days when you’re out of the house, on the train, up the lifts, at work and half way through the day before you realise that you forgot to apply any wisdom that morning? You know you have an acceptable amount of wisdom normally, but that day it escapes you completely. Then you spend the rest of the day regretting something you’ve said or done, making sure your movements for the rest of the afternoon attract as little attention as possible. Everyone has a little wisdom of their own kind, and hopefully it accumulates with age, but often it takes concentration and focus to apply. Other traits are much easier to access, and are worn with ease. Wisdom tends to be one of those ones you’re always reaching for. And unlike a French perfume, less is not more when it comes to wisdom.
I'm making a few more CD's to post out in the next day or two. Does anyone else want one? (flossyp AT gmail DOT com)
 When Mum gave this 'Dead Sea Black Mud Soap' to me as a gift it cracked me up. I'll admit I'm not so crash hot on the geography trivia questions, but I'm pretty sure the Dead Sea is not in Australia. Maybe it's all part of the drought propaganda. Speaking of which, a few years back a prankster rang a very well known (but arrogant and stupid) radio talk show host here in Sydney. The prankster pretended he was some sort of drought specialist engineer, and told the talk show host, on air, that they were working with the federal government on a plan to help ease the water crisis. The plan was to tilt the east coastline of Australia up, forcing the rivers to run back inland, therefore creating natural irrigation to the farmers out west. The talkshow host believed it, and quoted this plan as fact for a few weeks after. While we're on the topic of such brilliance... for those of you who may not know, Australias number one tennis player Llayton Hewitt recently married Home & Away soap star Bec Cartwright. Let's just say it was a little bit "shotgun", but that didn't alter the love between them. Her poem to him put it all in perfect perspective. Check it out, it's well worth it! (here with astute commentary). And I promise you the phrase "this can't be real" will pass your lips - the answer is YES IT IS, 100%!  In other happy news, my rosemary bush has burst into bloom with tiny purple flowers. I'm so proud. Much like geography, I'm not so hot in the garden, but I refuse to give up. My latest victims are lavender bushes and a rosemary bush. So far they seem to be going quite well, that is of course unless the blooming of flowers is a last pitch attempt at spreading new life before it withers and dies. Gulp...
 Now the happiest news of all...
I am the proud new owner of one of Penelope Dullaghan's beautiful Dandelion prints.
I'm besotted with it.
For some besottment of your very own visit Penelope's shop: Lopie Pop.
 A quick update on the CD from Anna at Clicktyclick in Canada, now that I've listened to it (actually I haven't stopped). As Anna put it, "trucks and pink gingham together at last"! A road trip CD with a homely twist. The packaging is gorgeous, I especially like the plain gingham CD lable, no words needed to do this classic fabric justice.  This is a fabulous tracklist, packed to the brim with Canadian bands. I was curious when I made my CDs about which Australian bands people had heard of before. So, the bands I know are: Broken Social Scene, The Arcade Fire, Modest Mouse, Wilco and Palace Music. This is my kind of music, we even had a "snap" on one song that made it to both of our CDs. There's loads of stuff on here I haven't heard of before. I really like the Death Cab for Cutie track and I love the Mirah song too. The Weakerthans track 'One Great City!' made me laugh, as I once met a boy from Winnipeg (who was working at a youth hostel in Rome at the time), who pretty much quoted this song. "I hate Winniepeg". I'm sure it's not that bad, although it does sound unbelievably cold. Anyway, thanks Anna. I'm really liking this one alot.
 My Illustration Friday entry for 'empty'. I'm still trying to work out how to describe this piece. The irony, I suppose, is when you are full of sadness, you can often be left feeling empty.
Just when I'd nearly given up, a new CD arrived! This one is all the way from Anna at Clicktyclick in Canada. Only just got it, so I haven't listened to it yet, but I'm REALLY excited as the tracklist wraps up with one of my very favourite songs: New Partner by Palace Music. Always a good sign.
For CD Swap 2, I was initially going to make one tracklist for everyone. But when I got my list of people I decided to make 3 different ones. The main inspiration for this was that one of my people was born in 1990. Yes 1990! How old did I feel? Pretty damn old. But after my initial crisis, I got really really excited about making a CD for her. I mean (as I wrote to her) I love music now, but when I was 15 music was a matter of survival. This was my opportunity (no, my duty) to help this girl through teenage-ness. It’s a total gamble making a CD for someone you don’t know. I had no idea with any of my CDs if what I was sending was going to be their kind of sound. But I decided to start with the bands that were my favourites.  A Matter of Survival (for jenny) O stella- PJ Harvey: I first discovered PJ on late night video clips, dancing around in a giant ugly pair of baggy white undies in 50 Foot Queenie. Damn she is one of the most individual women I can think of. Berlin Chair - You Am I: You Am I are an Australian band. When I turned 18 they were the first band I went to see. Buy Me A Pony – Spiderbait: Another Australian band who have been rocking on since I was a teenager, and still are. Paco Doesn't Love Me - The Spazzys: The Spazzys are also Australian. A new group of young punky chicks. I love this song. I makes me want to dance like a muppet. Although unfortunately just this morning I saw their new clip, (a remake of My Boyfriend’s Back). The clip was one of those “o-so-original” party on a city rooftop jobs, with them playing to a crowd of people dancing with arms in the air. I’m sorry to say it was pretty lame. Hopefully they’ll come back with something cool to make up for it. Dimension - Wolfmother: Wolfmother have been around for about 18 months. A Sydney based band who were hyped pretty highly after only making an ep of 4 songs. They are just amazing live, so if you get a chance, see them. They are currently in America making their first full length CD. Sonic Youth - Titanium Expose: Sonic Youth were important and really cool, and I felt it my duty to pass them on to Jenny. Where Is My Mind? – Pixies: The Pixies are one of my favourite bands. They didn’t last long, but what they left us was amazing. When I hear their songs they make me happy. Born Again - Badly Drawn Boy: This Manchester lad is so cocky, but talented. Driver - Eskimo Joe: From the west coast of Australia, they are nice guys, and his voice has that sexy breaking point.
Mascara- Killing Heidi: This song came out about 5 years ago (maybe), a group (with brother and sister) from rural Australia, who were discovered by a radio station. Special Ones – George: Another Australian group with brother and sister. The brother was annoying, but the sister was gorgeous. All Coming Back - Sarah Blasko: Sarah Blasko has only just released her debut album. Australian again, with a good accent. The Pixies - Wave of Mutilation: This song is from the Pump Up The Volume soundtrack. I saw that movie at the cinema when I was about 15. I was the perfect age for this movie, and the soundtrack changed me forever. Cross Bones Style - Cat Power: Cat Power is an odd little thing, if you get to see her live, count yourself lucky. Both because she’s great, and because half the time she’s too timid to come out on stage. (or she sits on stage with the lights off sitting on a stool facing the back of the stage). I Don't Need a Hero - Concrete Blonde: Concrete Blond were a pivotal band for me. I love love love her voice. Papa Won't Leave You, Henry - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds: Okay, so if there was any band that got me through my teen years, these guys were it. They are still amazing, and still going strong. Unfortunately and purely coincidently, every single time my mum came into my bedroom “the Carny” was playing. She acused me of only ever listening to “funeral music”. Concrete Blonde - Everybody Knows: Again from the Pump Up The Volume Soundtrack. Never Get Old - Sinéad O´Connor: Love her or hate her (she’s a little bit unstable shall we say). I am obsessed with Sinead O’Connor. There, I’ve said it! Anyway, it was a gamble, but I thought it was worth sharing her. The CD I made to send to people in America is a mix of stuff I’m listening to now, stuff I’ve been listening to over the past few years and lots of local stuff. I’m curious to know if any of the Australian stuff has made it that far yet. Let me know…  Transmittance one (for Vanessa, Kristi and Ryan) Like Eating Glass - Bloc PartyObstacle 1 – InterpolNeighborhood #2 (Laika) - The Arcade FireAdam's Ribs - You Am I (Australian) Paco Doesn't Love Me - The Spazzys (Australian) Buy Me A Pony – Spiderbait (Australian) Something's Gotta Give - John Butler Trio (Australian - John Butler is actually from California, but he lives here now, and his band are from here. So we’ve claimed him.) Some Cities - DovesLight Pollution - Bright EyesDon't U Eva - Sarah Blasko (Australian) Wake Up - Eskimo Joe (Australian) Woman – Wolfmother (Australian – This song is a bit tongue in cheek, and makes me laugh.) Cause A Rockslide - Badly Drawn Boy
No Dancing - Smog
Reno Dakota - The Magnetic Fields
Paper Thin Walls - Modest Mouse
This Life - Martha Wainwright
All for Believing - Missy Higgins (Australian) I Know Y'Know I Know - Tex Perkins (Australian) I'm Going To Stop Pretending That I Didn't Break Your Heart – EelsI also had a fellow Australian on my list, so his CD was a customised version of the US version, but I took out the local music as he’s already heard it all, and replaced it with other stuff to make his very own mix.  Transmittance two (for Luke)
Like Eating Glass - Bloc Party
Obstacle 1- Interpol
Neighborhood #2 (Laika) - The Arcade Fire
He War - Cat Power
You Make Me Feel Uncomfortable - Dios Malos
The World At Large - Modest Mouse
Reno Dakota - The Magnetic Fields
Cause A Rockslide - Badly Drawn Boy
Going Fetal - Eels
No Dancing - Smog
Paper Thin Walls - Modest Mouse
Pink Bullets - The Shins
Sunshine - Sparklehorse
This Life - Martha Wainwright
Jed's Other Poem (Beautiful Ground) - Grandaddy
The Gash - The Flaming Lips
Godless - The Dandy Warhols
10 A.M. Automatic - The Black Keys
Dimension - WolfmotherHope they liked 'em.
At the Oil of Ulan Institute they develop magic peptidal serums and stuff to "fight the seven signs of aging". I must need to pay more attention to the ads on t.v. because I can't for the life of me remember what they are. Wrinkles, sagging, blotching? What are the other four? What I want to know is can Alpha or Poly Hydroxy Acids reduce my seven signs of aging?  My Illustration Friday entry for 'aging'.
Yeay! Today in my letterbox was my second CD from CD Swap 2 from Marianne at 12punt3. This one comes all the way from the Netherlands.  Okay, now this is getting serious, check out the design job on THIS ONE!!! It's amazing, even the print on gloss is spiffy. The tracklist is totally smooth, and some might even say a little bit sexy... It includes some of my fav's like Badly Drawn Boy, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Moloko and Manu Chao. And there's some unfamiliar stuff too, but like I said it's all very smooth, and I was in just the right mood to listen to it tonight. Thank-you Marianne! Speaking of "a little bit sexy", I took my Knitterista button out to see Interpol the other night. They were really great! Very very clean sound and immense light show - a bit like watching a video clip it was that slick (though there were moments I couldn't help but laugh at the base players moves). Both my button and I loved it. Maybe it was a fantasy but I'm pretty sure the lead singer couldn't take his eyes off my cool Knitterista button either!
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