Share my recent Straddie holiday over on my travel blog.
In a simple twist of light, colours explode across the sky at sunset.
My semi- frequent sunset posts, may indicate I am partial to a sunset and yes it is true – I am! With the cloud looking like fluffy, pink fairy floss – I am instantly transported back to my childhood.
I treasure each sunset and enjoy the magical transformation as the light meanders through its subtle changes. And I am not alone in being a sunset-worshiper:
Conga Don entertains Brisbane
When a good friend of yours gets up on stage with a professional musician and his band to play an instrument, in front of a sell-out crowd of 1,500, you have to admire their tenacity and guts!
Conga Don Cattanach took to the stage last Saturday night at the Tivoli Theatre in Brisbane with Pete Murray and his original band The Stonemasons. Pete is currently on his Feeler – 10 Year Anniversary Tour, celebrating the re-release of his album “Feeler.”
A clever few people in our group of friends have managed to compile this you tube clip with Conga Don accompanying the polished sounds of Murray and band in a crowd favourite: Always a Winner.
Pete you are a generous man for giving Don the opportunity – but you would never have asked if you hadn’t believed in his musical ability.
Thanks for the special treat on the night – and talented Conga Don, I hope this is just the beginning …………………
As I was taking this photo and watching this Aussie icon watching me – I regressed to my childhood and recalled this verse from the Australian song: The Kookaburra Song by Marion Sinclair written in 1932.
Kookaburra sits on the old gum tree,
Merry, merry king of the bush is he.
Laugh kookaburra, laugh kookaburra,
Gay your life must be.
It doesn’t seem to matter how old you are, some childhood memories linger and come back to you in a flash.
Or they become slightly refined with the next generation. The version my young sons take delight in saying:
Kookaburra sits on the electric wire,
Jumping up and down with his pants on fire,
Ouch Kookaburra, ouch Kookaburra
Hot your tail must be.
These photos show a couple of “furs” – considered “fashionable” from an era far removed from my own. Out of the deep, dark recesses of her storage cupboards my mother dragged these once fashionable items, to show us something different. I have no idea why she has been hanging onto her mother’s furs for so long – certainly never to wear them herself. I am guessing my mother (a self-confessed hoarder,) is at the stage of her life where she wants to de-clutter a little – or get some mild entertainment from shocking the kids!
I am actually a lover of animals in their alive state. So what was my reaction at seeing a couple of dead animals, meant to be draped around your shoulders for warmth and as an example of the height of fashion? I looked at these two preserved creatures with a mixture of hideous distaste as well as incredulity.
As an advocate of anti-animal cruelty, my reasons for posting these photos on my site, is not to glorify what many consider cruel, but to allow a peek at fashion from just over a half a century ago. A fashion, once considered “glamorous” and “desirable”.
My grandmother wore her fox wrap in Brisbane in the 1950’s. It was purchased on a trip travelling through England. My mother recalls as a child, attending ballet and theatre with my grandmother. “All the ladies would wear their furs and I clearly remember the smell of napthalene flakes in the air,” my mother said, “To preserve the furs.” Hmmmmm, now that is an interesting childhood memory.
Looking at these poor critters, joined at the nose – roused revulsion in me. It was a challenge to even pick them up, to touch them. Let alone imagining wearing them.
What a difference a few generations, society and fashion cycles makes. Give me my polar fleece and synthetic woolly scarf any day!