Several days ago, the ever-innovative and inspirational Johanna of Green Gourmet Giraffe passed onto me the Beautiful Blogger and Kreativ Blogger awards, which I feel honoured to receive. After bundling these awards together, Johanna came up with the idea of also combining their memes, and so I’m duty-bound to tell you Seven Creative Facts about myself. As I’m writing these words that I’m writing right now (and now, and now, and again, now) I’m not entirely sure that I’ll be able to think of seven things. But then again, wordiness has long been an… erm… trait of mine, so let’s see where a stream-of-consciousness approach takes me.
1. I have, I admit, already told you about my super-sexy (sigh) cross-stitching hobby. But before you jump down my throat and disqualify this fact as mere repetition, allow me to distract you with a new photo showing how the cross-stitch has progressed during this past month of surgery-stillness and internet-less-house-sitting. For comparison’s sake, three weeks ago the cross-stitch looked like this, and now it looks like this:
2. Growing up, I always wanted to be a writer. I wrote fiction vociferously. Such fiction ranged from illustrated children’s stories to poetry and my pièce de résistance, an over-150-page-typed unfinished manuscript about a group of 13 year old girls, which included just about every kind of tragedy imaginable. To be honest, I think the main reason I never finished it is that I ran out of crises to throw at the poor girls.
3. I did, though, once receive an award from The Taronga Foundation Poetry Prize and was subsequently published in this book. Pages 78-79, if anyone’s interested. I’d like to think that it’s at least a few lengths shy of emo… Telling you this fact has also reminded me that I wrote my first (non-joke/limerick) poem in a very long time the other night, and while I doubt I’ll ever show anyone, it felt good to write again.
4. I have tried to learn knitting several times, but I always fail. I have a huge amount of respect for people who can clickety-clack away, without looking at their hands, and somehow produce wonderfully warming scarfs and gorgeous fabric creatures. Though perhaps the reason I enjoy cross-stitching is that Attention Must Be Paid*, and so it’s a task I can set myself when I need to stop my mind anxiously whirling and spinning and jiving and jittering and shabonkadoobelling**.
5. I have absolutely no drawing/painting/generally artistic skills whatsoever, and creating storyboards at school always made me want to scratch my eyes out.
6. I have never taken singing lessons but have been lucky enough to garner solos in most vocal groups I’ve been a part of. My one Idol-esque claim to fame is being the voice of The Oak and The Ash on my clarinet ensemble’s CD. But lest you think I have a big head, I’d like you to know that I didn’t even get a call-back when I auditioned for an a cappella group at UVA. (By the by, UVA, what’s the deal with your recent spate of murders? Not cool.)
7. Well lookee here, I made it to seven! What should I do for the last? Hmm. Let’s make it a wish for creativity in the future: I’d like to start cooking more creatively at dinner-time. I always intend to, and then end up making nothing but tried-and-true one-pot stews and mashed-potato-topped pies. (A particular favourite is what I call Fisherman’s Pie, which involves a tandoori tuna and spinach underneath and an herb-flecked crispy potato top.)
Now, the lovely and creative people I’m passing these awards onto:
Amber at Almost Vegan, because there’s nothing that girl can’t do with nuts.
Camille at CroqueCamille, because every week she makes fantastical dishes out of her mystery fruit and vegetable box.
Whisperinggums, because she so creatively made me.
Kath at Gone Chocco, because she dares to try Australian chocolates that I’m scared of.
Conor at Hold the Beef, because she’s instilled in me an intense craving for mini Mars Bar slices.
Vaala at Twilight and Shadow, because you’d have to be creative to mentally survive long runs.
Laura at Hungry and Frozen, because she can always find a lyric to suit her needs.
And, of course, Theresa at The Tropical Vegan, because she sent me a cheer-up-while-house-sitting present of delicious homemade chocolate peanut butter cookies. I was going to do a separate post thanking her for these, but I ended up eating all the cookies without taking photos. Whoops.
*Death of a Salesman, anyone?
** Supposedly this isn’t a real word. I defy you, English language.