A Peek Inside My Office If You Dare…
Where the magic happens. (If by "magic" you mean "endless facebooking."
I’d love to tell you that the reason I’m sharing this little tour of my home office is because I was simply inspired to do so by its sheer beauty, its gorgeousness and its wondrous ability to lift me up where I belong…but the truth is, I finally pulled my finger out today and shovelled about a gazillion bits of un-filed paper into other unknown crevices in an attempt to make it look at least semi-decent. And as Fiona O’Loughlin herself says, “there’s no point to doing anything without an audience”! So the moment I had mopped my brow from such complete and utter cleaning-exhaustion, I put finger to i-phone and documented the shizz out of it.
Because if I’m totally honest, heaven knows when or indeed if it will ever look this way again.
A few bits and pieces I'm reading right now.
I swear I didn’t line these up specifically to show you; they are quite truly what are on my desk at the mo. I’m about halfway through “Dear Fatty” which I’m enjoying very much and connecting with in more ways than one (see my previous post on this here).
My PRECIOUS.
This is my prize and joy (yes, that’s right, I said PRIZE!) I ripped the original poster off a pole in Saskatchewan, Canada, where I had spent the entire day driving across the state 7 months pregnant, with two small children in the back of the car, just to seize my once-in-a-lifetime chance to see the man himself live. When he walked out onstage, I almost wept. What a masterclass in comedy that was. I should write an entire post just on that gig. Note to self: add to to-do list.
The clutter corner! At least it's colourful.
My philosophy on interior design? If it’s gonna be messy, at least make it a mess of pretty things.
My magnetic noticeboard. I'm just proud that after months of having it sit on my floor, I finally pulled my finger out to hang it!
I originally bought this from Ikea thinking I would stack it with to-do lists (one of which is actually up there; if you look closely you’ll see my daughter has thoughtfully ticked off every time and then written DONE down the bottom, despite me having not even read through the thing since it was put up), but instead it’s just become a bit of a rotating arty board, filled with magnets from my travels, photos and works of awesome from my kidlets.
And I love it umpteen times more than even the most inspired to-do list in the world.
Why I am Particularly Stoked About This Year’s Oscar Nominees…
My director, mentor and friend, Gary Austin.
I was absolutely delighted to discover this evening that 5 (count em, FIVE) Oscar nominees this year are “Groundlings!” To the uninitiated, this is the affectionate – or so I am led to believe! – term given to alumni of The Groundlings Theatre in LA.
Why was I so chuffed at this turn of events, you ask?
Well because the man who founded The Groundlings Theatre was none other than the director of “An Unexpected Variety Show” as well as one of my favourite people in the entire world, Gary Austin. Thus I feel suitably entitled to get up on my little high horse and feel just a little bit attached to these particular folks of jawsome. GO GO GO! (You can read more about my time with Gary and friends in LA last year over here.)
The nominees are:
Melissa McCarthy – Best Supporting Actress – “Bridesmaids”
Annie Mumolo and Kristen Wiig – Screenplay – “Bridesmaids”
Nat Faxon and Jim Rash – Screenplay – “The Descendants”
Gary was quick to point out on his Facebook page that:
Not receiving a nomination but certainly deserving of one is long time Gary Austin Workshops alumnus Paul Feig – Director – “Bridesmaids.”
SQUEE!!!
I will be cracking out the big guns for this year’s Oscars, PLAINLY! You know…brushing my hair, eating the nicer brand of chocolate…I MAY even splash out on a $12 chardonnay. Somebody stop me!
Things To Do With Kids in Brisbane: Get Thee To The Abbey Museum!
My little girl in a low budget ad for stranger danger? WRONG, silly! We're at the Abbey Museum! Oh YOU!
Though my grandma always tells me not to tell people, lest I be suddenly the subject of some sort of medieval ages type prejudice from the sins of the forefathers, apparently our family is in possession of Viking blood.
Perhaps that – or just a fondness for headwear with horns – was behind my immediate compulsion to take the kids to the Abbey Museum when I saw their advertised “Family Fun Viking Week!” Yes! If nothing else is gonna make me feel like Mother of the Millennium, it’s blowing an ivory horn while wearing shiny stuff!
I decided to surprise the kids, not telling them where we were going, so as to spring the amazing awesome on them for maximum effect.
We turned into the museum.
“WHAT?” they groaned. “A museum?” Insert enough whining to make Mummy start staring at the array of blunt axes with a dangerous glint in her eye.
That is, until we walked into the actual museum itself, where shortly after being christened with their new names…
Rechristened for the day!
I took great pleasure in pronouncing this all day with a rolling "R"!
…the kids were handed weapons.
TURNING POINT.
Awww...Holger's first axe. Bless.
I love how he looks actually sliced in half in this one!
Suddenly, Mummy’s lame idea turned into the MOST. COMPLETELY. AWESOME. THING. EVER.
The Abbey Museum, as it turns out, makes a real effort to not just be a museum of the “come in and stare at shizz” variety, but of the “come and interact with things, do stuff, handle bits, dress up, make props, get into it!” kind that pint-sized (and not-so-pint-sized) tikes really do love.
For a day, they became knights. Archers. Shield makers. Archeologists.
Being instructed in the art of archaeology!
Sifting up a storm.
Receiving sage-like instruction from the local village wise man.
Sigrunn Hood
They don't mess around here. The kids take aim at an ACTUAL KNIGHT!
Even Mister 7 got into the beading: I proudly wear this necklace of lovely from my Viking offspring.
Painting their shields. I was overtaken by a desire to come up with a family crest.
And ultimately, they became Mummy fans.
As we drove away, I turned to Mister 7.
“See?” I said. “I told you you’d like it!”
“I didn’t like it,” he said.
“Huh?” I said.
“I LOVED it!”
This viking Mama was just a little bit chuffed.
*This is not a sponsored post. We simply rocked up and did it and loved it. Note that these activities were part of a special Family Fun Viking Week, for deets on what else is going on week to week at the Abbey Museum you’d be best to check their website. I do know they have a rocking Medieval Festival mid-year, preceded by a special one-day festival event focused on the kiddies which we will almost certainly be at!
5 Shows You Should See at Adelaide Fringe (which just happen to star kicking-buttocks women)
So I start putting together a list of some of my “must see” shows for this year’s Fringe to share with you here, in an effort to serve a purpose that is more than just “come see me! Come see me! Come see me!”
As I set out to write it all down, I decide to cast this little spotlight of mine on some shows that I know are gonna rock socks but that you may not have heard before i.e. people not necessarily well known (yet) and/or on TV (yet). Anyway, point is, there are many more shows I AM gonna go see and love the bejinkers outta and will no doubt blog about as I see them through the Fringe.
But for now, I think, what is in order is a list of hot “underground” tips! Ooh, I love that word. It just inspires feeling of sweaty, creative grit! Or something.
Anyhoo, so I’m putting my list together and I swear this is true, as I do so it dawns on me that each show on said list is by and starring ladies.
Then I think, “awesome! I’ll write a “Top Chick Shows To See at Adelaide Fringe!” but then am disgusted by my own patronising tone the moment it enters my head. So…I forget that and just write the damn list.
So…after that long-winded intro of self-justification, here are my hot Fringe tips. Don’t go see them because they’re female. Go see them because they rock.
In no particular order…
Annie Siegmann: En Route to Modesty Lane
I caught this show last year at the Cabaret Fringe, where it received beautiful reviews and sell-out crowds. Annie is a gorgeous bundle with a heck load of heartfelt songs and a velvety voice of YUM. We did the recent Cabaret Summer School together where her 10-minute show about a stalkerish bike rider wannabe was a twisted brand of funny, just the way I like it.
Tessa Waters: A Little Bit of Standing Up and a Little Bit of Falling Down
At last year’s Fringe I caught only an exerpt from Tessa’s comedy duo act with Kai Smythe “Sexytime” and was so sad it was only a tantalising taste: I nearly lost my shizz and wanted more, more, more! Soooooo funny and truly unique, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like it. Tessa is ridiculously talented, I’m sure this show will be brills.
Gady Lala: Songs for the Sophisticated Fag Hag
Even looking at their poster image, I am utterly chuffed to say that the ladies that stand before you each taught or mentored me during the Cabaret Summer School. I am so going to this SHOW!!! The only issue is that apparently it’s already sold out its season (already?! YES ALREADY! That’s how in demand these ladies of lovely are!) but they are currently extending it. I know that even if I have to wear a mammogram on the night, I will squeeze myself in somehow!
Mercedes Benz: Awkwardly
Hannah Williams knocked it out of the park at last year’s Melbourne Fringe; a 4-star review from The Age, sold out crowds and to top it all off, the Audience Choice Award! I would hop on those tix rather quickly.
Urzila Carlson: The Truth According To Urzila Carlson
Full disclosure: I knew I dug this woman moments after meeting her last year. There we were, perfect strangers sitting backstage at “Titters” (where we were both performing and will be this year also), when I mentioned I had a sore throat. Without even batting an eyelid, she raced downstairs and brought me up a cup of hot water in which to put my lemon and honey concoction. She rocks. And onstage…POW. This woman is, pardon my french, friggin hilarious. YOU MUST SEE HER!
Oh and by the way, “Come see me!”
Got a hot Fringe tip? Let me know and I will do my darndest to get there!
Jekyll and Hyde (Or “Parenting and Performing”) plus Links of the Week
Show poster for Adelaide Fringe season; I noticed quite a lot of posters for other fringe shows up around the place when I was down there, I need to get my act into gear!
Parenting during the day. Fighting crime Performing at night.
I really do feel like I live in two worlds a lot of the time. There’s the world of strutting the stage, having the attention of a group of people (sometimes I wonder if this is indeed, the reason I do this: “Oh dear heavens, I am actually being LISTENED TO!”) and then having nice things said to you afterwards…then there’s the world of flouncing around a kitchen filled with stains you couldn’t even explain if you wanted to, trying desperately to capture the attention of anybody without using the words “who wants an (insert bribe here)” and if you’re lucky, having something coherent said to you afterwards.
I’m not meaning to be a martyr and it really ain’t all that bad all of the time, but aye carumba. Sometimes I just feel like a ping pong ball. One that plays music, but a ping pong ball nonetheless.
School hols are rapidly fading away, along with my hopes of ever actually being on top of any housework. Unless you mean literally on top of it, smothering myself in whipped cream and singing “where is the love?” at the top of my lungs. Of that scenario occurring, my hopes are exceedingly high.
I do have a few bits of juicy gossip to share (if your version of “juicy gossip” happens to be “self-promotional slather mixed with non-me related web links”):
- it looks like I might be back in Adelaide even sooner than I thought, to do a bit of cabaret performing, baby! As I type this, I am flipping my hair with the mystery of an Emo onstage at the Moulin Rouge…deets to follow!
- I have become just a little bit obsessed with the Aussie dramedy Spirited. Henry Mallet. Mmmmmmmmmmmm….
- the video of the German portion of my performance at the Cabaret Summer School Showcase (which, by the way, you can read all about with a very lovely write-up about yours truly, over at Cabaret Confessional), is shortly to be online! I’m planning to send it out in the inter webs on Monday morning with a terrific send-off which may or may not involve me smashing a bottle of champagne over my computer as I hit send.
- LURVE this, as does a fair portion of the interwebs: Feminist Ryan Gosling.
- a podcast interview with AU Review I did at Woodford Folk Fest is now online. I don’t know what the heck I was on at the time, other than Woodford air, but I’d love to know how many words per minute I’m speaking at, cos I’m pretty sure it’s just a little bit impressive.
- Don’t know if I’ve ever told you this but I am mildly enchanted with small homes. The studio I worked on in the Banff Centre was such a place and even then I felt I could quite happily live out the rest of my days there…were those days not filled with my gorgeous yet extraordinarily loud family! Still, one can dream…
Back from Radelaide or (“I Want To Run Away and Join the Cabaret!”)
Tutu. Cowboy boots. Microphone. I AM HOME.
How to do justice in one measly post to the incredibly week that has just been? Note to 2012: I am a huge fan already and we’ve barely begun.
If you’re into it you can read my full day-by-day breakdowns of the Australian Cabaret Summer School experience over here at Cabaret Confessional, however in short:
- I feel like an entire world of possibilities has just opened up to me in terms of what is creatively possible.
- My goal during the Summer School was to come up with a new 10 minute piece (i.e. for the showcase) which would then form the basis of my next show, i.e. the one after “An Unexpected Variety Show” and I was so very, very excited by the results that a huge part of me just wants to drop everything, write the new show and start performing it now, now, now! I guess it’s a similar feeling to being pregnant with the second bundle, when you’re all “agh! A new excitement!” but have to also remember that the precious nugget you’ve already got in your life is pretty damn special and in need of your love and attention too!
- I made so many beautiful connections with truly wondrous people this week who I am already missing. Crazy. Good thing I’m going to be back in Radelaide soon for my Fringe show and this time with a fantastic community of folks to hook up with. So, so grateful for that unexpected bit of awesome.
- The showcase was filmed; I am currently trying to get my hot little hands on some of the footage so will post that on here as soon as I am able. I have one piece in particular I am dying to share around the interwebs, it was such an out of the blue piece that I developed through the week with some spectacular mentors; I honestly didn’t expect to perform it at all, it was more of an experiment really, but turned out to be my personal highlight performance-wise. Watch this space!
- I am slowly coming back to earth; it always takes me a few days to settle back into the routine of family life after these adrenalin fuelled stints, the fact it has been pouring with rain has been a little tricky on the one hand, but has meant lots of hot cups of tea and snuggles with my kidlets on the other. And again, I say DAMN we are all nice to each other when we’ve had some space away!
Dawn French on Being Apart From Her Daughter
I have had to stop writing here to have a little self-indulgent weep, as I allow the significance of your easy forgiveness for my absence, and the sheer warmth of your appreciation, to flood through me. I should be with you today. I don’t feel guilt about it, I just feel the pain of separation, which confirms of me how connected we are.”
Dawn French in “Dear Fatty”.
Postcard from Adelaide!
Spotted at the ridiculously groovy BOHO in Adelaide!
In short:
- I am blogging about all things Cabaret Summer School over here this week if you care to play along!
- I am missing the kids terribly. Luckily I am nearly halfway through the trip already, meaning I am nearly officially “on my way back towards them.” I could write at length about coping with missing them when we are apart, but suffice to say that I do my utmost to have a bloody brilliant time when I’m away so that the separation is worth it. If I’m Little Miss Misery Guts, then it really is a waste. I am throwing everything I’ve got into learning, writing, creating and…blogging!
- tonight I went out for a wonderful working dinner with the force of awesome that is Sheridan Stewart. Sheridan hosts Titters: An Award Winning LineUp of Funny Women (in which I shall be performing, as well as ‘An Unexpected Variety Show’ at Adelaide Fringe this year) and is just a rocking ball of energy and inspiration. I feel so fired up an excited about the upcoming festival season and following our chats tonight, am pumped full of ideas (some of which are pretty out there and nutty, just the way I like em!) of how to spread the word about my little old show. Looking forward to sharing with you as the action unfolds!
Take care darling peeps, wishing you much razzle, dazzle and all that jazz.*
*Cabaret reference probably intended.
xox
Australian Cabaret Summer School: Here I Come!
Image credit.
Hey folks!
This Sunday morning, I shall be off at a madly indecent hour to catch a plane to Radelaide, oh yes, my beloved Radelaide (making this three trips in the past year!) to participate in what is sure to be a life-changing week in the form of The Australian Cabaret Summer School.
Squee!
I am very excited indeed and am trying to keep an open mind when it comes to the end product. Throughout the week, we will be working towards a 10 minute showcase piece, to be performed on the Saturday night (tickets, if you’re inclined, are available over here by the way), a piece which I am certainly anticipating will be the seed of my next solo show. I have an idea in mind, one I’m very excited about, but also want to just be wide open to where the expertise and inspiration around next week might take me.
And…as of today, I have been asked to be a guest blogger on Cabaret Confessional, to relay my experiences during the Summer School. What an honour! I am rather chuffed and have my pen poised (metaphorically speaking, what is this, 1930?) to blog the bleeding bloggins out of the week ahead.
For the next day, it’s baking candida-friendly recipes with the kidlets, house-cleaning, continuing to make a dent in our laundry pile (it’s won the battle, but not the war) and perhaps escaping tonight to a free outdoor movie screening.
See you on the other side!
x
Huge thanks to my local council’s Regional Arts Development Fund for allowing me this incredible opportunity in the first place.
