First stop was Savers, where the price delusion disease seems to be hitting particularly hard: a vintage linen tea towel (slightly stained)? $5.99. An art book? $39.99. Two old willow tins? $34.99.
I did buy a pair of jeans to replace a pair that died last week ($6.99) and a book ($9.99).
After a slap up lunch of fresh bread, hummus and cherry tomatoes (followed by bread and jam for afters) we went back to Federation Square and ACMI to see Setting the Scene: film design from Metropolis to Australia.
Which was fabulous. Here are a few more surreptitious photos for you:
Another model, this time the staircase from The Name of the Rose.
The sitting room from Australia, which I'd planned to see on Friday night except I was sitting in the back of a car driving to Melbourne, not in a theatre at ANU...Speaking of theatres, our final stop of the day was the deliciously deco Sun theatre in Yarraville where Kerry had freebies to see Dean Spanley.
We had the La Scala theatre completely and utterly to ourselves and took great delight in sprawling on the large leather sofas, sipping our wine (in glasses this time!) while watching the movie and doing lots of usually forbidden things. Like texting boyfriends (Kerry), standing up randomly in the middle of the movie (me) and talking very loudly whenever we felt like it (both of us) It was great!
We ended the weekend back at Kerry's in a very suitable manner: watching Poirot on TV.




And a drink to have during it.
(All very civilised...)
upstairs in the courtyard where the view
was
superb.
By the time we finally left 


Thus saving us the potential to blow our (non existent) budgets
Of course, I had to take a couple of ubiquitous 
before we finally settled into
After which we waddled home for
Before collapsing into bed.
There was a bit of tinking once we arrived at the motel in Wodonga before the knitting was set aside for the chance to play with J's toy computer...
Kerry was very happy with her hat, if a little shocked that it was finished so quickly. I was just happy that it turned out exactly as I'd imagined and that I'd remembered how to do crocheted edging after not doing it for something like 25 years...
(Note matching wrist warmers, knitted between Wodonga and Melbourne, and jar of 






I had my new camera with me when I went to the opening of cosmetic and Touch Me Gertrude Stein 




Another round of fixative before I added black edging:
It's not finished yet but I was running out of time and still had the other pieces to do. I hope to get back to it soon (especially as I suddenly realised the rocket is just crying out for a set of training wheels!)
(once again using the texture of the board backing to create a sort of scumbled effect.)
I wanted a chaotic, jarring background but also some cohesion in the piece so I used the teal of my eyes (since there was no "hazel" pastel in the box) and the red I was going to use on the lips. Which I know from class last week are two colours that provide simultaneous contrast (ie: if you put them next to each other the edges tend to jump around)
where, once I added the lipstick, the stripy shirt and the yellow zigzags, I suddenly realised I'd transported myself back to the worst of the early 80s. I may have, in fact, just drawn
trying out a number of different approaches (I bet these are the only buttonholes to be found in a
which, as I was creating it, caused a sudden flashback to my most favourite comic of all time:
several
"Not"
messages...