It was with some excitement and tinsy bit of apprehension that we were to meet two of my blog mates. We have met them before more than once and shared a chardy, but there is always the thought that you don't know them via the old ways of meeting through work, a common friend or a party and then forming a relationship.
Our western blog mate was looking after a very old friend's place of hers while he and his partner were sunning themselves overseas. The eastern blog mate saw an opportunity for a stay in Melbourne and indulge in some kultcha as a given. From galleries, arty places and dyke bands in a pub, they planned to cram a lot in.
After a little miscommunication, mostly on my part, we did meet up where my blog mates were staying. Think of river bank warehouse conversion. Think of a couple of storeys. Think of a gazillion books. Think of stuffed animals. Think of fantastic art work on walls. Think of beautiful things, of wonderful objet d'art. Think of masculine. Think of multiple lighting options, mostly subdued. Think of being able to see your two cars in different garages through glass walls. Think of a walk in wardrobe the size of half a house. Think of two self contained areas on different levels. Think of seriously valuable old trinkets. Think of the view out of every window of a brick wall. Think of 'you can only have all this shit if you can afford a cleaner'.
I am not sure it would be a place for Flat Pack Highriser to live, but it was very impressive.
After a glass or two of wine, some good conversation and the realisation that the bus that passes our place also passes near the warehouse conversion, we were rather wishing the blog mates and us didn't have separate commitments for the evening. Hmm... perhaps it was just as well we did.
The lass from the east presented her friend a hand sewn pair of gorgeous Pearly Queen gloves. Did you see Our Kylie in the Jubilee concert in her Pearly Queen hotpants?