In Da Club*

It's official! I'm a bona fide, honourary, paid-up member of the Manchester Modernist Society!

 Look, here's my membership card

 and my badge

I'm going to wear it to work tomorrow and my work-mates will look at me with a "what the?!" expression.

Why Manchester? 

(Liverpool, Sheffield and Birmingham have Modernist Societies too)

Well, if Manchester's good enough for Johnny Marr, it's good enough for me!

(obviously I'm a Smiths tragic)

And, unfortunately there's not an Australian Modernist Society, perhaps there should be? Perhaps there is? Please let me know. 

Sadly, after eight years Modernist Australia is no more (as far as I'm aware it was as close as we got...) Patricia and Pete certainly increased awareness and appreciation of Australian mid-century architecture, and I'll miss their posts.

(another good blog bites the dust!)

Here's the link to all four societies if you'd like more info.

Other riveting news: I've got a fringe and I'm teaching myself to knit.

* 50 Cent, 2003.

When we were in Albany (was it only a week ago? It feels like forever!) we popped into St Joseph's Catholic Church. Not to attend mass - just for a bit of a sticky. St Joseph's was built in 1877 - this was a nice little coincidence because the last time I visited St Joseph's was in 1977 during the Saint Pius X Year 7 camp (now that was a long time ago!)
The thing that struck me most about St Joseph's, apart from its beautiful vaulted hull-like ceiling, were the red-hot pokers (I love them and have them in my garden) arranged so beautifully in front of the statues of Mary, Joseph and co!

Apologies to Joseph for chopping off his head. I'd offer up a Hail Mary, but somehow that doesn't seem quite right...poor old Joseph, he always gets a raw deal!

I love the symmetry of those candlesticks, et al. 

Here's that ceiling I mentioned...you can just make out Anthony pondering his days in the Melbourne Grammar School choir. Not.

I like the juxtaposition here. Pope someone-or-other and leopard print cushion. Nice.

The doors to the confessional remind me of your front door Dana ;)

Where I used to spend all my pocket money! Remember I'm the kid who wanted to be a Nun when I grew up!

I think this is a good place to end, don't you :)

Thanks for reading x

The Giant Ram

The Giant Ram, Wagin, Western Australia.

Well I had to, didn't I?!

Buster Gonad's got nothing on these!

The Giant Ram was constructed to commemorate Wagin's role in the Australian wool industry. It is nine times the size of a live ram and is said to be anatomically correct (ahem!) It was erected on site in May 1985 and sculpted by Andrew Hickson, who took eight months to create it.