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Textile Notes From a Cruise

Thursday, February 19th, 2009

norwegian-sun-cruise2    DH and I have just returned from a cruise – Montevideo to Valparaiso, Chile via Puerto Madryn, The Falkland Islands, around Cape Horn, through the Beagle Channel, Ushuaia and the Chilean fjords, Chacobuco and Perto Montt.  Cruising was a new experience for us and we enjoyed much of the huge variety of facilities and entertainments on offer in the floating resort hotel; there were about 15 restaurants, a library, casino, several nightclubs, gymnasium, pools and jacuzzis.  We attended several informative lectures, some beaut variety shows and dropped a few $$ in the slots and at bingo.  We were totally able to resist the constant spending opportunities and specials in the duty free shops you had to walk through/past to get from one part of the ship to another, and the constant reminders that if we booked our next cruise while on board we would have another $100 to spend onboard that day…   We did a couple of excellent shore excursions (penguin rookery from Puerto Madryn and Train at The End of The World out of Ushuaia) but at the other ports we explored under our own steam.  At such times I always keep my eyes peeled for interesting textiles.  I no longer hurtle around looking for fabric shops, though if we do come across one I go in and do a reccy; however on this trip we didn’t encounter any in our wanderings.  A couple of places there were interesting markets but there we found no fine really ususual textiles.  Perhaps I am spoiled, the textiles everywhere in Peru were so great and I did bring some nice things back from there 🙂  and  several years ago I bought a marvellous wool ruana in Santiago; so anyway this time the textile notes are just these cute little folded towel animals that appeared, a new one every day, on the end of our bed after the maid had been in.  I never thought to ask her so I don’t know if they were a last minute flourish she put together after making up the room, or whether she brought them in pre-folded. We didn’t see any on the carts we passed in the gangway either.  On one of  the daily events/ info bulletins there was offered a handicrafts class in napkin folding  to attend the next day (but I couldn’t go – it clashed with bingo) and now I wonder if graduates of that class go on to advanced folded cloth animals….

Anyway the awesome geology, spectacular scenery, interesting history and culture we experienced more than make up for the lack of a stunning textile find on this particular trip.  I have put up some photos on a non-public album site, but if you are particularly interested you can email me and I will send the link to that.

Architectural Oddities – A Tasmanian Folly

Wednesday, July 30th, 2008

On a wet windy and really cold sunday during my recent visit to Australia, I was sunday driving with an aunt from Launceston, Tasmania…. where I was born and bred. I always enjoy going back. When we were very young, back in the ’50’s, sunday drives after sunday lunch with our grandmother and aunts were a bit of a family tradition. In those days not too many people had family cars and each drive was quite an expedition. The routes were often repeated – but we loved them anyway. Sometimes we had an icecream or a snowball en route, quite often we stopped for a case of apples or some veggies from someone’s farm or dropped in at more or less afternoon teatime to some family friend or vaguely distant relation of my grandmother’s. When you consider it is not altogether joking to comment that Tasmanians are all related to each other somehow, this pretty well covers anyone third generation or longer on the island …. and most back then also had some connection to the land, just as people still do here in Uruguay.

Anyway time’s moved on, and this time it was me sunday driving my aunt. We’d actually had to stop first at the airport out that way to collect a small extra bag I’d completely forgotten I’d checked in Perth WA, containing overflow items, complicated by having to collect up several quilts I hadn’t started with when I left Montevideo. A bit of a worry – but, by the time I realised, on reaching my hotel about half an hour after landing, the airline’s airport office had closed. A small place, Lonnie, and I didn’t worry, knowing they’d be safely secured for the night; and sure enough someone was phoning me by 7am the next morning . So with that collected, we continued on. First town past the airport is Evandale, where we happily browsed some time in an antique shop with a cosy fire in the front room of a beautiful old, very old, early colonial building – very Jane Austenish in character. (some lacey little bits I bought will be subject of another post) after which we had a nice lunch at the local bakery. Continuing on just after lunch, this one really stopped me in my tracks, and despite the freezing wet windy weather I just had to get out and capture a pic for my ongoing series on follies and such. A worthy addition. QED.

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This is NOT breaking my rule….

Sunday, August 13th, 2006

Fluffy kitties and equivalents do not have any place on this blog, but this IS textile related.

Many people down at the mercado del puerto for yesterday’s saturday lunch were charmed and amused by this pampered little poodle, “Poopi” according to how his owner pronounced his name, which I later realised could mean either young dog or could refer to his bowel habits…
What unfortunately you can’t see, since my only pic of him in motion was spoiled by someone stepping front of the camera, is that there is a nicely shaped knitted coat over his back and sides, too. Funnily enough it was a fresh but not very cold day – maybe she was taking the freshly completed outfit with dog fitted, for a test drive kind of outing. Those little red sox haven’t seen too much walking. Posted by Picasa

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