Afternoon brooding from the back stoop.

Quilting and yarn shops in NSW, ACT and VIC

Added on by Amanda Gonzalez.

Whenever we're going somewhere new, the first thing I do is look up quilting and yarn shops that are on the way and in the new area.

I don't think this is particular to me, mind. But I was forever looking up (and re-looking up) places, and there had to be a better way.

Rather than have them all jotted down in my journal, I thought I'd plonk them all into a shared Google map. This has also helped me immensely to plan the best routes and get the most out of our trips!

Who am I to keep this map to myself? The excitement and satisfaction of seeing all of these delicious shops in the one map was too much to keep contained.

How to use this map

It's more of a directory, if you will. I haven't reviewed any of the shops (and mainly because I haven't been to most of them myself): I'll leave this up to you! It's more of a starting point for you, so all you need to do is double-check trading hours.

I've also colour coded the pins into categories:


Blue: quilting
Brown: yarn
Yellow: quilting and yarn
Green: other crafty goodness (ie weaving supplies)

If you've any other stores you think should be on this map, hit me up. Also do tell me if you know if any of these stores are no longer.

Enjoy your adventures xox

Taking stock 003

Added on by Amanda Gonzalez.

Reading: about home-steading. I think this is my thing.

Wanting: this 'flu to go away.

Looking: forward to our Melbourne trip.

Playing: Uno. Tuesday night championship winner takes it all.

Deciding: on whether I should really start another crochet project. And knowing full well I will.

Wishing: for good sleep.

Enjoying: watching the chickens! Say hello to Sage, Olive, Hyacinth, Lavender and Juniper.

Waiting: for a dry enough spell so the sopping washing gets a chance to dry.

Liking: the deliciousness of diving under the doona after a hot shower.

Wondering: about a career as a crazy chicken lady.

Loving: our Last Thursday craft group. Such a beautiful group of people.

Pondering: about life on a commune. Or a kibbutz.

Considering: all the different ways to poach an egg.

Buying: Bee Eco Wraps. (Thank you, Brooke McAlary, for the prompt!)

Watching: Rake. Wentworth. The Good Wife.

Hoping: for smooth sailing.

Marvelling: at the chickens. They really are so fascinating. Did you know that you can tell what colour a hen’s eggs are by the colour of her earlobes? And did you know that at the first sign of the sun going down, they pack up and put themselves to bed? KIDS, TAKE NOTE.

Cringing: at bad manners.

Needing: to finish sewing an apron for Laura, the latest addition to our gang!

Questioning: Pepe Tomate and how completely bonkers cats are. And how we'd have it no other way. Unless you're a dog person.

Smelling: the rain.

Wearing: the double pompom hair-do.

Following: a whole bunch of new, interesting people on Instagram.

Noticing: the difference when I focus on the good parts of the day, rather than the bad.

Knowing: I can do it.

Thinking: way too much in the middle of the night. But knowing sometimes this is the best type of thinking.

Admiring: Lex’s poker face at Uno. The boy has skillz.

Sorting: through endless laundry.

Getting: sorted, in advance, for the council clean-up. Finally, I remembered to check the date and plan in advance.

Bookmarking: an article about a car-free German neighbourhood.

Coveting: a craft room.

Disliking: how fast the rest days fly by.

Opening: my heart to new friends.

Giggling: at Passenger Shaming. Actually, make that raucous laughing. Some of these pics are so unbelievable, they have to be real.

Feeling: tired.

Snacking: on filter coffee. I’m making it a thing.

Helping: the boy choose a book from the Scholastic Book Club catalog. (Remember?!)

Hearing: the disquiet.

Learning: about eggs.

The end.

René Redzepi on the importance of ingredients

Added on by Amanda Gonzalez.

I may be four years late to the party, but René Redzepi's discussion at the Nordic Barista Cup 2012 is timeless.

My problem now is he's raised as many questions as he has answered. I've taken the snippets that resonated most with me and jotted my thoughts down below.

'One thing, just right, is enough.'

More. This is what we're told we want. What our success is measured by. But why? Why are we always looking for more? Why is 'more' best? Does wanting 'more' give us a sense of urgency? An urgency that keeps us looking for the next best thing, without stopping to appreciate what's under our very noses? Does it make us forget about the importance of brooding, of sitting still, of day dreaming? Of perfecting? Does it make us incapable of satisfaction?

A barrage of questions, I know. (I warned you!) Applying this to the shop, I'd rather have a short menu of things I know I can present beautifully rather than a long menu of average meals.

Trying to convince someone of the opposite is a tough gig—yet we relent. Because concentrating all of our efforts to make the one thing as perfect as we can is for your ultimate enjoyment. That same effort spread over more things would yield a lesser result, and ultimately, a lesser level of satisfaction from you.

And what about the grower? The effort, time—and often heartbreak—involved in producing the best quality ingredients deserves our utmost care and attention. It is a way of saying thank you for the privilege.

'People just supply what the common denominator want. That's where the bar is.'

This statement is like a slap in the face. I'm not sure if it's because people do this to make as much money as they can from the masses, or because they do what's easiest for themselves and don't care about the satisfaction of their customers, or because they merely see their business as nothing more than a means. Perhaps it's just plain ignorance. Or perhaps it's all of the above.

With the bar so low, it means there's plenty of room to grow.

'Price is always an issue.'

Don't ever compete on it. The moment you do, you'll undermine yourself. And you'll attract those who are not interested in opening their minds. You're better off staying in bed.

'We started meeting people. Talking to people. Going directly to the source.'

'One of the things that was totally mind boggling to me when we started meeting all these great producers is that their confidence was at total zero. They had nothing left in them.
'They had been so broken, and ruined, by themselves dealing with all the middlemen. People that don't care about the quality, that don't respect their level of work and their commitment, but simply just wants a better price than their neighbour.
'And that's what, actually, many of these people had been as their everyday life for a long, long, long, long time. And it was just an incredibly sad view to see these people having lost their passion and their love for what they do. And in that they had also somewhat lost a little bit of their appetite for life.'

Can you imagine the despair? And are we, the consumers, responsible? The middlemen are simply responding to what we want, aren't they?

Thank God for the likes of Redzepi, pushing to fight through this, and setting an example to others.

'It's all about produce. We're only as good as the produce we have.'

Am I naïve enough to think that if you're going to serve an egg, then you make sure you can source the best egg possible within your means? If you're only interested in serving the cheapest egg you can find, is this simply old-fashioned contempt for your customer? (And not to mention the hen?)

Attitude, I think, is what's most telling. Your choice in produce is essentially a direct reflection on how you feel towards your suppliers and your customers. This power is yours.

Not only did they supply our ingredients, they became our inspiration.'

I find this so incredibly exciting. Where better than to find inspiration than from the person presenting you with their pride? This isn't about grand scale only. Not long ago, the local school turned up with armfuls of sorrel the kids had grown. Not only was I inspired by the sorrel itself, but the kids were my greatest source. I couldn't wait to serve both the produce to my customers (sorrel, pistachio and pecorino pesto with heirloom tomatoes on sourdough), but to tell them about the children and their garden. Satisfaction right down the line of people involved.

Even to look at the situation selfishly, I'd much rather look forward to days filled with promise and possibilities than drudgery and monotony. 

'It's the raw material that created our success.'

The barista. The chef. The sommelier. You couldn't excel at any of these vocations if you had sub-par ingredients to work with.

Let's take the barista. She's in a position of privilege, to be presented with beans that not only have been roasted perfectly, but were grown and nurtured to harvest by the farmer. It's up to her to show the world how incredible the product is. And while this is a very serious job, she wouldn't have it if it weren't for the farmer to begin with.

'The high quality ingredients are there. It's us that need to change.'

Hiding in plain sight.

Trying to help others understand is downright hard sometimes. So hard, that you feel like giving up. Of course you take it personally; you wouldn't wear your heart on your sleeve if this wasn't important to you. Focusing on baby steps, surrounding yourselves with like-minded souls and remembering the why helps get you through the darkness.

Just think: If we can each help two people understand, and then those two help another two each, and then those four help another eight each, we can change. We will change.

'We can't live without each other.'

This is as frightening as it is reassuring. I take comfort in knowing that we're not in this alone, but I'm also terrified at the possibility of self-destruction.

I'm only one insignificant soul, but I'll do everything I can to be a speck of hope.

Thank you, René .


Taking stock 002

Added on by Amanda Gonzalez.

I've a sudden desire to write. Without a filter. Without deliberation. I just need to let the words tumble out. I hope this is OK.

Reading: too many cookbooks.

Wanting: a foot massage.

Looking: forward to winter.

Playing: Flight Facilities decade mix: '82 to '92. I dare you not to dance.

Deciding: on whether I should stick the washing on.

Wishing: for good sleep.

Enjoying: loads of coffee.

Waiting: for my shoes to arrive in the post!

Liking: the afternoon light at this time of year.

Wondering: if I can find a clean pair of socks.

Loving: the anticipation of the arrival of our chickens! Within the month, we'll have the girls running around the yard and delicious eggs to use and sell in the shop.

Pondering: artificial intelligence after reading this article: The AI Revolution: The Road to Superintelligence. Why do we not know more about this?

Considering: the best way to set up my recipe journal. There are only so many squiggles you can keep a track of on the back of brown paper bags. And any excuse for a jaunt to Officeworks.

Buying: a commercial mixer for the shop. I'm breaking up with my hand mixer. It's not me, it's you.

Watching: Janet King. American Crime Story. Married at First Sight. Don't judge me.

Hoping: my feet will feel OK in the morning. They are forever sore from standing long hours in the shop.

Marvelling: at my puffy crumpet batter. It worked... the third time.

Cringing: when someone tosses money on the bench when I'm on the till, rather than handing it to me.

Needing: to sort through the paperwork towers.

Questioning: Christianity.

Smelling: filter coffee.

Wearing: a stripey black and white dress.

Following: the cat around so he doesn't scratch the new sofas.

Noticing: he's managed to do it anyway, despite building him a lovely witch's hat scratching post.

Knowing: there's not much I can do about it. Le sigh.

Thinking: about press studs and if they're easy to put in.

Admiring: our indoor plants.

Sorting: yarn for craft group tomorrow night.

Getting: carried away thinking about hens' names.

Bookmarking: recipes. And how to take care of hens. Not related.

Coveting: outdoor fairy lights. That actually work for longer than two months.

Disliking: businesses that copy other businesses.

Opening: too many tabs.

Giggling: at how high the boy always pulls up his pants.

Feeling: overwhelmed.

Snacking: on crumpets.

Helping: the boy learn to weave.

Hearing: the toot of the Dangar Island ferry.

Learning: as much as I can about jam and marmalade.

That feels better! Even just reading it back, I feel a little less overwhelm and a little more order. Thanks for letting me bend yer ear.