I’d like to say thank you to someone who inspired me to blog and has given me so many opportunities, thanks Bobby.
Today is the last time I’m going to meet this fantastic group of people together (probably).
I am just so happy to have been include in this experience and I’m sad but ready to move on with out my blogger friends.
See ya’ later, Artplay
It was a freezing day today. If I wasn’t fully clad in wool I probably would still be under my electric blanket.
P.s my jacket is made in paree’, a score from a greensbourgh opp shop
Xxx Tallulah
The east-west link shananiggens
OOhhh Abbot his done it again hasn’t he, oop’s silly me I shouldn’t have an opinion (I’M A GIRL).
Back to the point, the battle against the east west link has been a HUGE affair, protesters have been de-humenized and are Monsters apparently according to the herald sun
So I took it upon my self to share my opinions in poster form:
I also received quite encouraging letters from lots of people the mayor included about the posters.
This is me giving some of my posters to the Trains Not Tolls caravan on Brunswick st
We’ve had test drillings at the end of our street, they sure made me testy. Observe photo.
and it also includes a nice shot of my other poster P.S I know it’s spelt kitty’s
To find out more about train’s not toll’s here’s an east-west link to their website
My Grade 6 Graduation outfit (almost) didn’t cost a dime. As is the tradition, I was fashionably late. As I walked down the red carpet my fellow Year 6’s yelled “Go Tallulah!” “You Go Girl”. Oh, and I was the only one in high heels and Vintage.
All ready to go.
Back view
X Tallulah
Like the majority of girls, since birth, I’d grown my hair.
After Grade 6 Camp I was busting to rid myself of this stereotype. The very next day, I went to my hairdresser, Deanna and had it all chopped off into a pixie cut.
I was determined to send my hair to ‘Beautiful Lengths’ to get it made into a wig for women who have had chemotherapy. I’m happy that it can be put to good use.
My grandmother went through chemotherapy. She didn’t want to wear a wig – probably because it was not made of real hair – but I know a lot of other women who would.
‘The Book of Everything’
Belvoir and Theatre of Image at Melbourne Theatre Company
“Might I first add” before I say anything about this show, I need to say this. You should NEVER take a young child to a theatre production if it’s meant for people older than them. This fantastic show was meant for 9+ but I saw kids maybe 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 and 7. It’s like the parents don’t even read the program.
Last Saturday, me and my friend Dev went to see a theatre show called ‘The Book of Everything’. It was pretty much about a 9 year old boy called Thomas whose father forced his views onto the whole family. It was set in Post WWII Amsterdam. Things were changing – and not just for women. It had strong independent female characters; Eliza the girl next door with the squeaking leather leg (sadly 16); Margot, Thomas’ feisty sister; the eccentric hoarder Mrs Van Amersfoort; the proud pants-wearing Aunty Pie and his Mamma.
‘The Book of Everything’ was sort of Thomas’ diary, written without his father knowing. Something he could write secretly, instead of being suppressed by his father.
Mr Klopper, Thomas’ father was extremely conservative. He was single-minded and there was only one book that mattered to him and that was The Bible. He was the man of the house and everything and everyone was beneath him. The times changed after the war, but he wasn’t changing with them. He was extremely violent with his wife and his son. There was a menacing presence about him and the family did not feel comfortable or happy around him. When his wife hit back, he beat her to the floor in front of the children. It reminded me of Mrs Van Ammerfoort telling Thomas about when the Nazis had made everyone watch when they shot her husband.
Thomas built relationships outside of the house and family. His father painted a picture of a stern, cold, unloving Jesus. But in Thomas’ mind, Jesus was just like everyone else. He had problems with his Dad too. Jesus flashed in and out of Thomas’ life. They talked many times, but they were conversations, not prayers. He was sick of being nailed to the cross every year, and sick of being High & Mighty so please, call him ‘Jesus’. He was always reminding Thomas that he was special.
His neighbour, the mysterious Mrs Van Amersfoort lends Thomas books. When he asks what the books are for, she answers, “for fun”. Thomas had never seen books as fun, because books had always had to mean something – either from school or The Bible. But he finds out he’s a fantastic reader and Mrs Van Amersfoort is enchanted by him reading out loud: “Swans have cygnets. Seals have puppies. But guppies just have little guppies” by Ogden Nash. In Mrs Van Amersfoort’s case, people judged her like they judge a book by its cover. She is scrutinised by the public eye because she dresses in dark clothing and she’s old, lives alone and is a confident women. She has a fun-loving, childlike personality and her life is full of wonder and she loves to have visitors because she is lonely.
The women band together. A Reading Out Loud Club date is set but the father still can’t think while sitting next to an open window.
They had very few props – mostly chairs and a table. They changed settings very often because each scene was played out in front of a massive book and the characters who were not used in that scene would turn the pages to a different setting.
‘The Book of Everything’ shows the importance of the written word and how that can affect somebody and change their situation.
XXX tallulah
Hammer pants in the ‘hood
Stop hammer pants , I love them and defiantly colourful one’s. Perfect Summer (actually spring) day combo. Not so good for bike riding.
x Tallulah
p.s I’m eating a musk stick yum : )
I remember wearing this outfit down Smith St and attracting some stares and “she’s so colourful ” since Melburnians (and me ) are so famous for wearing black, I thought I might shake it up a bit.
Look of the day #6
This is and ma’ Op shop budd Dev. This pic was taken just before we went shopping, I had some crazy elvis glasses and some of my fav sparkly leg warmers on.
This is not just a pile of old rubbish on a street corner. This is a legacy; life and death; a piece of handmade love and joy.
Hard Rubbish was hard rubbish.
They had no eyes or other facial features but they were really genuine characters. You could see the puppeteer’s bodies and they didn’t try to hide. This did not take anything away from the experience – I think it added to it. This was no Muppets movie (though, I do like The Muppets). No. This is the future of puppetry.
When a bunch of discarded furniture realises that they will be spending the rest of their uncanny lives in a council tip, they say “No More!”. This ragtag team of furniture battles against all odds to save their community, but with the constant flatpack invasion what are their chances of survival? Though their owners have long abandoned them, the spirt they have awakened is roaring with passion.
In this disposable generation, old family-loved furniture is replaced by cheap, mass-produced, short-lived designer knock-offs (not in reference to any particular Swedish homewares store). But when a new shiny dresser arrives on the block, it leaves a few too many questions unanswered.
I’m not going to give it all away but the end scene was a catastrophe – for the flatpacks that is. A poo ambush on the potty pirate’s part, a lovestruck couch pillow loses its other half, a nine iron gets a whole in one, a rebel turned pink pony delivers the final blow.
I left asking one question “who the heck is going to clean this up?”, but I love a good show that ends with a big bang.
I was invited to Men Of Steel’s opening night performance of Hard Rubbish, so I got the chance to meet the performers and creators after the show. They shared some trade secrets with me of how they kept the furniture alive, show after show.
Quick! Hard Rubbish is showing now at Malthouse.
Book a ticket now while you can book here .
If you are inspired and want to make your own hard rubbish creations, head here.
And if you want a sneak peek of the show go here.
xxx Tallulah
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