“Say Bye, To the Art Play blogger’s”

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.

artplay cake

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

Look of the day #8

No Tolling-way

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:
Inner city

Best liar



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


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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


Graduation night

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.

All ready to go.

  • Green suede 1950’s heels – my ‘unofficial’ first pair of heels. These Italian stilts were found at a closing down sale of a massive theatrical costume collection.
  • Kitten tattoo stockings – these plain skin-coloured tights had little kitten’s faces on the back of the calves. Cute!
  • 1950’s petticoats – Two vintage petticoats: one edged with orange, pink and yellow tulle; the other with white lace and blue satin ribbon.
  • 1950’s tea-dress – Hand-altered by mum, this fitted cotton dress had a low back and full skirt. It felt good to dance in. It was tight fitting and it made me feel like a superstar.
  • Black suede belt – Forget the little black dress (LBD), it’s the Little Black Belt.
  • Multicolour casein bead necklace – This was made around the corner in Easey St, Collingwood from milk byproducts before the second world war.
  • Pearl collar – The Audrey Hepburn-inspired faux pearl looked fantastic with the colourful casein beads.
  • Floral ‘Frida’ headband – A special gift from someone I love. On my birthday, I was a little unhappy, because i didn’t get a floral headband like this. Little did I know that I would get one specially made and presented to me on my Graduation Day.
  • Beaded gold handbag – You can never go wrong with a golden clutch.
Back view

Back view

X Tallulah

My beautiful lengths.

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.

pre-haircutDeanna starting..things get seriousno turning backdone!

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.

my donation

Guppies just have little guppies

‘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