I aint ‘fraid of no ghost…quilt!

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Sorry that title was itching to get out.

Now to the main event. I have finally as early as this morning finished the Halloween economy square quilt, hurrah!

Whilst shopping at an Plush Addict open day we had picked up some Halloween fabric for Rockette as a trade-off for not taking her on the hour (and then some after we got lost) car trip up to their warehouse. But what to do with it?

I found a nice easy looking economy block tutorial at the brilliant Red Pepper Quilts blog. I love this website there is so much inspiration.

http://www.redpepperquilts.com/search?q=+economy+block

I am quite lazy and don’t like maths very much at all, so instruction wise I made a 6″ block instead and when it came to trimming the blocks down all I did was line up the quarter-inch seam measurement on my Quilting square at the point where the two squares met and just cut across that point.

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That worked most of the time and it was good enough for me.

wpid-20141031_092236.jpg       wpid-20141031_092223.jpgIt was more difficult was to work out the fabrics that worked together so they wouldn’t clash, but like most things in life I was over thinking it. Rockette came along and put a few together that looked pretty good so between us we manage to make sure it didn’t look like a vomiting Pinata. So all in all it all came together pretty easy .

Where I had the most issues was with the quilting. I’m not a good quilter, we know this. At first I was ambitious, the world was mine for the taking and that free motion needle was going to do as I commanded.

Ha ha yeah right. The original plan was to have candy/lollies/sweets sewn into it, but after I had done one it took away from the blocks themselves so that felt wrong. This took me 2 days to unpick the mess I made so after having a rethink I gunned for wavy lines.

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Disaster! I had no sewing mojo on that fateful Saturday. None of the curves were working making them intertwine just made it worse. OH MY SWEETNESS WILL I EVER BE GOOD AT FREE MOTION QUILTING???? I screamed to the heavens. Not today sucker came the reply. I spent the rest of that Saturday damaging my eyes on the sofa unpicking the whole thing. I could’nt save any of it.

Anyway back to square one and referring back to Red Pepper Quilts I opted for the simple cross as others had done.  The end result Ive labelled as “spooky” because the quilting is so crooked . I’m not sure why as I used the walking foot instead.

wpid-20141031_092248.jpgI love the back of this It’s Riley Blake, as usual I was a tight arse and didn’t buy enough of it, thank god I has some hard cheap fabric to go up the top.

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Enjoy Halloween, it’s something I’m quite new to.Growing up my dad always said it was a load of bollocks and we will have nothing to do with it, so tonight I’m going to eat some chocolate and watch Ghostbusters, cause that’s as scary as I get.

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The witching hour is almost upon us..

I say almost because this is almost a blog entry. I had hoped to finish the Halloween quilt grand finale today but with Rockette on school holidays and keeping me up most nights with a vicious cough it wasnt going to happen. (I have seen enough Spongebob DVD’s to pass the time with her so I’m not complaing too much)  I will hopefully have that for you tomorrow.

So in the mean time I will show you the best (and only) bit of felt business I did last Hallo’s eve. I keep meaning to go back to felt but I never find the time. It is quite fiddly and wrecks my eyes.

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The pattern came from an old Mollie Makes magazine. Sorry I can’t give any further information than that, It appears I’ve misplaced the magazine!

Until the next time.

 

finally crossing the finishing line….

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Last week I become an aunt for the first time (yay).But since I found out about impending birth I’ve been planning this baby quilt, which has been so long in the works I was happy to pass it over to its rightful owner.

I have written about the process of this quilt here http://wp.me/p4z5nn-5G. Once it was done It did look good. The block was sourced from The fat quarterly Shape workshop for quilters, which is a brilliant book http://www.amazon.co.uk/Fat-Quarterly-Shape-Workshop-Quilters/dp/1454702826/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1414086975&sr=8-1&keywords=fat+quarterly. (apologies for the Amazon link if you can get it from an independent retailer do it!)

wpid-2014-10-18-16.13.32.jpg.jpegIt was a Katy Jones design (I am always drawn to her stuff) but I did need to reduce it over and over again until I got the little 6″ squares. I over cut the fabric again but this time I was just happy that “hey I may have all these wasted squares but I do not have to do another block! ” The other squares were from Birch Fabrics’ Yay  Day range (not overly easy to find in the UK, this one had to come in my friend’s hand luggage from New York). Then had to add a border of Kona Tomato around each one as I lost most of the original border in seam allowances.

The whole thing was at least 5cm smaller than I wanted it to be, which looking at photos still bothers me but it’s wide enough to wrap him in it.

But’s all done now with a custom-made label I got made up (oh the donut (me) forgot to take a picture of the back) and the baby looks quite nonchalant about it all. (I’m sure he will love it when his older……)

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In other fabric news Halloween quilt almost done, I did try again to do some free motion quilting and I chicken out/ failed again. I really need to take some sort of course . I also feel it took away from the whole design of the quilt so I had to unpick it. That thing took 4 flipping hours over 2 DAYS… to get rid of every stitch. Like I said I need a course, preferably not one that is going to cost 80 quid…

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That is all for today. Nothing for the music this week. I could talk whimsically about the old shoegazer band Ride but I’ll save that for another post. You are now free to go about your other daily business.

The contestant that will never be.

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Two weeks ago I received a very amusing email from a friend of mine.

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That’s not too easy to read is it? It said

Hello lady, hope you’re well!

 Apologies for the email out of the blue, hope you’re well. Mel has gotten me into watching the Great British Bake Off and led me to decide you should go on it for 3 reasons:

 1)      You’re very good at baking

2)      You’d be entertaining talking to Mel and Sue

3)      Your surname can be found in cakes.

 Blame Mel for this idea.

As flattered and thrilled I was to receive this email, that there are actual humans who like my baking, I will present several reasons now why I could never enter such a competition.

1)    The time delay button that bleeps all the swearing being broadcast would break.

2)   I would get annoyed with Paul Hollywood constantly which may or may not result in a fight.

3)   I would probably kick at least one cake across the tent.

4)   I would be an angry, stressy elf.

5)   I’m not an overly patient person, I would liken it more to George Costanza’s dad entering, dancing.

6)   Try as hard as I can, I can not make a macaroon.

7)    I can not make any super fancy decorations, I can not ice a cake or biscuit with any sort of precision.

8)    I’ve never even attempted a pastry.

It probably would be entertaining though.

Short and sweet today.

A stitch and a fan girl.

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The trains amazingly for once (and even more amazing for a Sunday) ran seamlessly, like it was all synched up train, tube, bus . We had left on the 8.25 am train to London and were at the entrance of  Alexandra Palace by 10.02 am. This was amazing time, and we were still dry!

This was the knitting and stitching show, I only generally go to feel fabric and look at how big the prints actually are (it’s hard to get a good idea on the internet) and make long lists of stuff I want for future projects , unless of course I’m walking past Abakhan…I’m buying that fabric at £4.99 a meter!

I had a list I was prepared, I was looking for Floral Amy Butler, Cotton and Steel and Liberty stuff. I was good, so good that although I went back 3 times to look at the amazing Tula Pink stuff I did not purchase it. Some of the fabric I was after had disappointed and I was glad I had seen it in person (the fabric felt wrong say or the print didn’t look right). I had seen new bits of fabric that filled my head with new ideas for future projects (I’m not allowed to buy without a project in mind, this applies 92% of the time excluding sale stuff of course) I even went past this beautiful Alexander Henry and only took a photo.

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It was crowded, there were only about 4 men there which I find dissapointing..there must be more men into this stuff surely? I already needed a cup of tea but for went it in search for wadding instead.

I try not to meet people I admire, in the past this experience had been limited to musicians who 8 times out of 10 are arrogant so and so’s who wouldn’t give you the time of day. The flip side is that I always say something incredibly stupid when I do have a nice conversation with the remaining 20% . So logically I always think best not to meet them.

I didn’t think this would apply to the quilting world but I still could not trust myself not to look like an idiot, so when I read that one of my quilting heroes Lynne Goldsworthy (of Lily’s Quilts  http://lilysquilts.blogspot.co.uk / Fat Quarterly website http://www.fatquarterly.com/  and her work is featured a lot in Love Quilting and Patchwork magazine, quilting wise to me she is the big time)  was at the show, with my track record I thought best not approach if I do see her.

Oh but I did and it happened by accident. I had seen the latest Fat quarterly book on display and had a quick flick as I hadn’t seen it yet and I noticed a person next to me. I looked up and realised who it was and my mouth just started.talking without asking my brain if it was ok to do so. “This is your books isn’t it? I’m a fan girl.”.After a demo on a Sizzix machine (I want one of them now) we talked about medallion quilts , all the other quilters I should be following on Instagram  and beautiful fabric, which she even took me over to look at the Amy Butler and divine Tula Pink fabric.she took an interest in my work and blog, (seriously it was quite a pinch me moment ). She was one of the most loveliest person I have met, I wish could have stood there all day talking to her. I only left conscious that I was taking up her time and that at this stage my travelling companion had wandered off quite some time ago and went to buy fabric. It was awesome and worth my entry fee.

So as a fan girl I had asked to take a photo with her for the blog (what am I 17?) but the photo turned out bad on my part I looked horrid so I’ve substituted two pictures to give you an idea of what it looked like.

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The lovely Lynne is on the right and the closet thing to what my hair (on my head,  not chest) looked like. I couldn’t find a picture of Paul Stanley wearing a purple cardigan/jacket thing.

I needed a sit down and a cup of tea after all of that. The rest of the day was average (could it get better?) The only other really noteworthy thing of the day was when all of the toilets in Alexandra Palace refused to flush. There were ALOT of women there, a lot of women who needed the toilets. I anticipated a mild riot with knitting needles at dawn. Sadly this did not materialise.

Blasting on the radio..

Translations Darren Middleton

I’ve been listening lots to Darren Middleton’s new album, one time guitarist from Powderfinger since their split his decided to go it alone.This  is impressive, I love “One Thing” It’s been on repeat for at least two weeks. It probably would have been easier to write lesser quality pf type album, instead he has made a contemporary album with much more leanings towards slower beautiful better crafted songs. I did read somewhere that it was supposed to be a mix of Elliott Smith and the Beatles, I can’t hear it. What I do hear, like so many other Australian albums is the streets, pubs, towns and beaches of home. It has a very Australian sound to it. It should be a massive hit back home,but looking at the iTunes chart I don’t know if it has. Which is a shame, for an album which is an unexpected surprise.

http://www.darrenmiddleton.com/

The album is not available in the UK so I’ve had to listen to it via Sound cloud which you can find here. But In the last few day’s Soundcloud has refused to work on the ipad so it’s also streaming on his website.

That’s it for now but I wont leave it so long in between….

…relax it’s only a theory test.

I’ve been placed on a no fun self-imposed ban this week. No quilting, no blogging,nothing interesting to speak of, why? Due to me being lazy and a bit of a tight arse I needed to take my UK theory and driving tests.

Life would have been so easy, I would have exchanged my Australian drivers licence, I even had the envelopes but failed to send it off. ..and then 6 years ago when my Aussie licence was going to expire, there I was waiting at the Vic roads offices for someone else and was too lazy to sort it out. So now here we are, embarrassingly going for my licence again. I’m sure the test was easier when I was 16. I think the rules in Australia were stop, go, go faster, how to do doughnuts in a safe manner.

But fast forward to now and I’ve got 300 rules to remember and other bits like first aid, how to avoid a collision and things that fall under general stuff (how can I help the environment? Walking.) I must have completed 20 mock tests and answered at least 700 practice questions. I’ve got t be ready don’t I?

I arrive at the weird DVSA office, I say weird because all there is in there is a set of lockers, a woman at a desk from the 80s and not enough chairs to sit on. With military precision you are told that you need to put EVERYTHING in the locker, and they must inspect that your mobile phone (that is going in the locker) is switched off. Items locked in, I take the key which is attached to a MASSIVE wooden spoon and lean against the radiator due to lack of plastic seating, and read the sizeable list of rules I’ve been given to read.

After a while I was called over to enter the next room I was asked to empty my pockets in front of them (and everyone waiting) to which I produced a used tissue (acceptable) and Rockettes small mermaid hair clip that made its way into my pocket. I was ordered to put it into the locker, not in my hair but in the locker. This was starting to feel like a TV prison show.

Satisfied that I was clean and I had no answers written on my arms ( others were asked to raise their sleeves and show their hands, on watching this I hastily rubbed out the word “Toil” I had written on my hand the night before to remind me to request some time off work, luckily this went undetected. )I was asked to join another queue to enter the room.

Now before entering this room which was perhaps 4 meters away from my last check point I was asked by another staff member to empty my pockets and show the back pockets which I explained were skinny jeans and there for decoration really and then asked to lift my hair to see behind my ears just to ensure I wasn’t wearing a blue tooth (I wanted to ask for a hair lice inspection but I doubt that would have gone down well). At this point can I say that I visited the Czech Republic when it was still under communist rule and getting through the airport was easier than this ordeal.

Finally ushered into the room to be shown exactly where my ID was supposed to sit (bottom left of table) and my massive wooden spoon (on the headphones hook) I was eventually permitted to start the actual test, sweaty palms and everything .

After all that, Did I pass? I flipping hit that thing out of the park! If I had known what rear view mirror a caravan is supposed to use I would have got 100 per cent.

The hexa year of my life.

Well it’s done! It took about a year of my life from start to finish (leaving out 2 months when I had the worlds worst cold and went off quilting and coffee). The design was from one of my favorite books Hexa go-go by Tacha Bruecher http://www.bookdepository.com/Hexa-go-go-Tacha-Bruecher/9781607053576

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It’s all hand pieced using my beloved English Paper piecing except the sashing and the quilting because as we all know I would never hand quilt, forget that for a joke! Plus it was bigger than I expected, it was massive.

I have posted about this quilt before….

still to go!

still to go!

EPP in progress

EPP in progress

There were times I thought I would never see the end, then the thrill of them all coming together sent not-so-little cheers of excitement. This is a great fat quarter buster luckily as that’s all I had. Most of the fabric I used was either Liberty cotton that I picked up in sales or Riley Blake and other bits and piece I had.

The back was good old trusty Ikea fabric again (I do need to make that 2 and a half round trip again shortly). The wadding inside and the back was all a bit “Frankienstiney” (pieced from this and that)so I have some bumps where there should be but I’m not going to stress about it.

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The original design added a flying geese border which I didn’t add for two reasons, 1- I think it took away from all that beautiful hand pieced art and 2- I couldn’t be arsed.

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So it’s all done and now although I need a blanket on my sofa to keep warm (flipping drafty house) do I trust myself to not get Tea, coffee, chocolate and everything else all over it? I don’t mind washing it now and then but I’m always paranoid it’s going to fall apart if it has constant use.. Then again what is the use of it if it’s not used and loved? I’m not making a museum.

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Now to finish a Halloween quilt and one for a teeny tiny person.

The fabric of memories.

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I’ve been talking this week about t-shirt quilts to a colleague of mine, and how rich in musical history it would be.

Well incidentally it started about the history of the t-shirts that we wear , in  particular the rock t-shirts that we wear.  (Recently) reasons for buying rock t-shirts have blurred, now you can buy Ramones t-shirts at H&M without knowing who they are or you can get Run Dmc and Stones tops from Primark. It’s all retro and fashionable now (maybe it always was like this? Maybe this all started with Punk going to the masses in the 70’s)

Ehibit A, bought from H&M its good quality and it's official product at least

Exhibit A, bought from H&M its good quality and it’s official product at least

Normally when you are in your teens you wear a rock t-shirt (or rap or whatever) to belong to a clan to say I’m part of that, and this is who I am. But as well as that I can recollect when I bought most of the t-shirts from my youth and at the same time the memories I had while wearing them.

 

For example I had this Dinosaur Jr. t-shirt which I think I wore almost everyday , except wash days for 2 years. It was an ugly t-shirt and not really becoming on a 16-year-old girl but I wore the life out of it.

I bought it when I was in Mildura from a small record store which probably closed down years ago. Whilst purchasing that one , I was wearing a t-shirt by Melbourne outfit “The Meanies” whom I adored. There was a hole in the bottom of that top from when I took an oranage from a tree and ripped the top on the barbwire fence. I had also worn that thing to many an underage gig. That used to stink coming out of every moshpit. I’m not sure how it stayed stitched together.

 

My first ever rock t-shirt was an INXS top from “The Swing” era. I was in the record department in Forges and my dad was rifling through a bargain bin and found the top for 2 bucks or something like that, so he got it for me. I wish I still had that, it was so 80’s

 Sadly this is the only picture I could find on the net (etsy store now sold out, heavens knows how much for, looking at his other stuff must have been over 40 quid!) of it…

Then there was the well-worn Beastie Boys fight for your right to party t-shirt that I bought with a U2 american tour t-shirt from a dodgy market, that normally sold bits of ethnic homewear and car parts.

 

There’s the oversized Smashing Pumpkins t-shirt I wore when I performed in a group called the illicit educators or something along those lines, to 1,000 people in. Looking back it was ridiculously large but at the time it was hard to get any of their merchandise in Australia, they were just breaking. Then there’s the other Smashing Pumpkins t-shirt when I saw them at my second Big Day Out. Again not a big fan of that t-shirt  which had an ugly space boy desgin and lyrics on the back, but it was the only thing there at the time.

There was what I am sure the only Ride t-shirt available in  Australia in an XXXL which I bought in Melbourne on a school trip. I can remember taking my classmates into Au go-go records, they were a very confused bunch of 14 year olds. Every time I wore it I had to attempt to explain who they were to people who wished they hadn’t asked.

The Lemonheads t-shirt which had the front cover of “It’s a Shame About Ray”.I wore all of the summer of 1992 walking around the suburbs with nothing to do. (that was an ugly one too come to think of it).

The Rat Cat one which stated that “I love Rat cat to death”detailed with skull and crossbones, which was a slight overstatement even at the height of their popularity.

The most I had from one-act was the 4 Sonic Youth t-shirt’s, one in Japanese that I made my english teacher translate and one that was signed by 3 members of the band in a tent at another festival (this is not so good memories as I got into a bit of a rude discussion with one of said members no fault on my part at all)

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I could go on and on, The t-shirts that came free with singles(Tumbleweed & The Clouds both bought during late night shopping on a Friday night in the city when my Dad would take me in after my radio announcing lessons and I would always end up at the long closed Virgin Megastore on Bourke Street).
 
The itchy scratchy ones I hated (Pearl Jam, which wore that to an Alice In Chains concert), The too tight ones (Beastie Boys & Blur) , the one I had made with an iron on transfer and a bonds t-shirt (Paul Stanley), the see through ones (Bikini Kill), the ones that I bought towards the end of my t-shirt years that hardly saw the light of day  when I should have been wearing more grown-up clothing (You Am I & The Tea Party) and the one that I was suckered into buying from a small shop off Carnaby Street because the sales man told me he had sold clothing to Paul Mc Cartney (he may have done in the last 40’s year and besides it was a too small t-shirt of theSmall Faces and all the paint has come off..now it looks authentic!

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Finally the 2 I am left with today, the David Bowie one which I love the cut of despite where I bought it from (Next) and another Sonic Youth one that I only get out for festivals

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All of these I had loved and worn like you would a badge of honour. So to make these t-shirts into a quilt I’m not making a mere quilt, I’m sewing memories together, good, bad and cringeworthy and turning the quilt into an archive of my youth for generations after to keep warm under and probably get crisps crumbs all over it.

…Or I would have done if someone un-related had not raided my old bedroom and taken it upon themselves in my absence to throw them all out . That is heartbreaking.

Feel free to share with the group  your t-shirt stories.

In church with a Welsh man.

I’m back in the church in Ashford (lovely venue , Nick Cave should consider playing here), sipping on a pale ale that needs to last me 2 hours. Tonight I’m watching Gruff Rhys from the Super Furry Animals playing songs and incorporating a presentation about his latest album/film/book American Interior.

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As far as concept albums go this one is my favourite. Legend has it that in 1792 a young Welsh man named John Evans set off to unexplored Central America in search of a mythical lost tribe of Welsh-speaking native indians. 222 years later distant relative Gruff Rhys decides to follow his footsteps and take the same path through America in search of what is myth and what is truth.

Having enjoyed the album for a few months now which is an eclectic mix of  beautiful hooks, tinges of country, spaghetti western (lolo) folk and pop. It’s a grand example of Gruff skills as an amazing song writer, especially the title track American Interior and The Swamp.
I wasn’t too sure what to expect going in, as I had only ever seen him in a rock show context.

Opening with a documentary covering the background story, the myth of the Welsh prince Madoc  who sailed to America in 1170 .Gruff appeared on stage and began to talk through what made John Evans go into an insane expedition on the other side of the world, this was accompanied by pictures, maps and photographs on the screens accompanied with songs from the album. He presented the storytelling perfectly, my mind didn’t wander at all. The whole show was informative, engaging and amusing and the song’s sounded beautiful acoustically.By the end I was so engrossed by the life hardships and bizarre series of events of John Evans life I sympathised with him, and I left wanting to know more.

He also brought along his puppet of John Evans who accompanied him through out his trip and I don’t think I was alone in being moved by this story , once Gruff left the stage the puppet remained on and there was quite a que of people to take photos of/with him. (Such as myself)

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After 2 hours he did come back on stage to play ,Candylion and an amazing version of Honey All Over.  If anyone was hoping for any SFA classics they weren’t going to get them, to be honest I think it would have been totally inappropriate to play any of them either. It’s an excellent show in its own right.

 

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interested? You should be! You can head over to the website for more details… http://american-interior.com/

 

A little photographic history

On Saturday I headed over to Sommerset House London to catch A Nick Cave &Cohorts :a Little History by Australian photographer Bleddyn Butcher. Wether it was because it was London Fashion Week and events had closed off most of Sommerset house to the public made it quite difficult to find the entrance.

Once in sadly it was underwhelming, there were on 16 photos on display. They were all beautiful but if you’re not local then it’s quite a way to travel for so little. But as I said the work itself was quality so here is my favourite shot on display with the wonderful Rowland S. Howard

note your not allowed to take photos. the sign is in the corner and about 10cm big.

note you’re not allowed to take photos. the sign is in the corner and about 10cm big.

The show is on until the end of the week, (28th September) you can find details here!

http://www.somersethouse.org.uk/visual-arts/a-little-history-nick-cave-and-cohorts

 

That’s all for now…but Ive almost finished a quilt (I know amaze…)

 

 

 

Dancing By Myself

Today as I was walking the long school walk I had the iPod on shuffle and Prince’s Raspberry Beret started playing. It is my favourite Prince song and If I’m at home I’ll instantly break into dance. But this time I was in public and I had the uncontrollable urge to start making some serious 80’s jazz ballet moves in the park, the kind of moves you see in a video clip.

I’ll warn you I’m not a dancer, 5 lessons of Jazz ballet ,doing the chicken dance at all weddings and thinking I can breakdance isn’t really going to get me into any dance studio. But when I was young my career choice was music video choreographer, this was before I realised that you needed some actual dancer skills to direct dance videos.So in a way I have always matched music, image and dance together.

One of my dreams is still the same one I had when I was 6 which is to don a red dress, go into a foggy field and blast Wuthering Heights by Kate Bush from speakers whilst doing the dance in full. It’s hard to try not to stop the car when I drive by  a field.

I’m also always very nervous about signing in public (funny that seeing at a time I was a singer) so If anyone says to me how does that song go? 9 times out of 10 I will do a small dance as well as sing the song very out of tune.

So here I am in a park wanting to break into dance and I can’t. Why can’t I? Why can’t any of us? Why can’t we just break into song and dance like in musicals. Or even at the very least break into dance more while we’re shopping. (I say ‘more’ because I already do break into dance if I hear a good song on in a shop. My local Tiger store plays brilliant rock n roll music, I’m always dancing in a small manner, not like letting it rip but there is dancing in my steps)

I’m sad that we don’t live in a world where it is completely acceptable to just start dancing. I’m not talking about street dancing or flash mob dancing all of that is good a thing but that’s not what I’m talking about, that stuff is too organised and at times over-produced and very slick.

I’m talking about spontaneous, spur of the moment dancing,  in the shop just having a bit of a shake down, in the street doing some kicks and jazz hands, breaking out a bit of MJ’s moves in the bakery, doing a twirl with a trolley (without causing public damage), breakdancing in a meeting at work to show my displeasure. I wish I could do this more, in fact all the time.

It’s ok to do it when you’re a kid, it’s perfectly acceptable but once you get to your late teens most of us stop. We shouldn’t stop?! I’d love to see anyone over 35 just start breakdancing, even if they are not good at it…..especially if they are no good at it, more the reason!

I would love to live in a  world where we all could be a bit more like the Bjork video It’s Oh So Quiet. Wouldn’t it be great to live in a Gondry world?

In the end I resisted the urge to dance in the park, which was hard when it was followed by Prince’s “You’ve got the look”.I’m no richer for it.