Photo Friday: It’s Covered.

I took a trip down memory lane this week: #Whoviansau (ABC2) did a shout out for Doctor Who art. I delved into my fanzine collection and found these covers I had done for Blacklight (Gallifrey Doctor Who Appreciation Society fanzine), circa 1994. Breathing in all that dust was not a good idea. Hello sinus infection and bronchitis. Ugh. On a more positive note, I found a replacement dress dummy at Salvos (a fraction of the cost of a new one).


I am soldiering on with my writing (more on that in Sunday's post). I have a deadline looming and I can't disappoint you, Dear Reader. This week I've been wrangling convoluted timelines... Thank goodness for whiteboards. And here's a sneak preview of one of the elements planned for the cover of The Illusionist & Other Tales: Journal #3.

Photos ©2017 Karen Carlisle. All rights reserved.

Time Warp

Last night the house was full of teenagers (for daughter's significant teenage birthday). They watched movies, played Band Hero, sang and danced. Notes filtered down the hall.

What was that? Bohemian Rhapsody? I strained to listen... Wake Me Up Before You Go Go. The Final Countdown. Video Killed the Radio Star.

Thirty years - and I could still remember every word. Gad, I felt old.

A chorus of squeals rolled into the room: "Tainted Love!" I raised an eyebrow.

Wait. I wondered down the hall and peeked into the lounge room full of teens singing away.

What?  Was I stuck in a time warp? I grew up with these songs. I remember when they first hit the charts. I spent hours making tape mixes to play while I did homework.

But why should I be surprised. The eighties had some great music. It was a fun time (before the stock market crash) - high school, university. No mortgage worries. No global warming. My whole life in front of me, to follow my dreams.

The teens laughed and danced and had a ball. I'm glad they'd discovered eighties pop. I'm glad they can experience the same carefree joy I did at that age. They have their whole life to come, to follow their dreams. Global warming, or not.

Let's hope they learn from our mistakes and one day catch a glimpse their children bopping away to retro pop, and are reminded of how grand life can be.

Photo Friday: Updates, Surprises and Fortuitous Finds.

A few weeks ago I had a fall and damaged my spectacles. Since then, my anxiety levels had been escalating; just contemplating returning to an optometrist was bringing on palpitations. (It had been three years since I had  new specs and my vision had changed - due to avoidance. ) But I defied the Black Dog and collected my new pair yesterday. (Thank you to my Dearheart for providing emotional support.) Huzzah. I can read comfortabley (and breathe) again.


On a happier note: This was delivered this week. We'd found a discrepancy in a pack of pretzels (nothing horrendous, just some cooked dough that had bypassed the production line).  Thank you Smiths for a lovely surprise.

This week's opshop treasures include some Nerf guns and a 'fart blaster' - all destined for steampunking up for future costume projects - and a book on Early Settlers' Household Lore, with hints and recipes from 19th century Australian sources (perfect to add to my research pile for an upcoming writing project.)

I have a new photo app now I have my phone back in one piece - so I've been tinkering.

And lastly, I've been making some new signs for future events.

Photos ©2017 Karen Carlisle. All rights reserved.