@Parsifal - just a (quick?) reply: if I had had the chance at your education back in my home country, I would never have migrated - but silly working-class parents, drunken Dad, Mum always working didn't realise they had a kid who just wanted to 'get on' no matter what and brought home good results from school, year after year, same with my piano and singing; so off to commercial college I went, and boring office jobs.
Story too long, but my most daring thing was probably getting an au-pair job in England aged 17, but my future sis-in-law who is several years older did also eventually turn up in England and worked in a hospital, so I wasn't alone. So off I went to a foreign country, no idea that to every English person I met, I was a representative of the 'arch enemy'. Luckily working class people were uneducated in Britain (and elsewhere), so when I told them I was from Vienna, the answer was usually a question: "Is that where the water is?"


I loved ice-scating; skiing I took up too late, as I lived in a city, got bored with trudging sideways, with my skiers on, back up a slope I had just slid down, did a bit of rock-climbing with my then just boyfriend (later husband) in Austria; Sport: I would have loved to have played tennis (don't watch it now, it's boring) but again it was a cost factor. the other 'daring' stuff I did, was always - when applying for a job and asked could I do this or that - answer with a 'yes' even if I had no clue, but got myself 'clued-up' quick smart. I finished up with a real hoy-paloy job here in W.A. because of my (pretend) self confidence - saw and lived through interesting times - unhappy ending, as my boss was trying to do what you can sue them for nowadays, I didn't even think of ratting on him, as I needed a job and there was a kid in England who needed school fees paid by us - still.
All the swash-buckling stuff interested me - fencing I kind of liked - just a little - but left that to the boys in my imagination.
My absolute gem of a husband (in whose polishing I had a hand too, but he was good to start off with) died aged 54 - and we were well on our way to being well off - now I get by, have the odd overseas holiday, always visiting England, and friends and relatives, rarely a 'real' holiday, but I don't mind. Sharemarket was good to me at first and then I lost a whole lot of money in 2008 - now I just have the odd dabble, but have promised myself to get interested again.
Dressing up: my husband's last day on this earth was spent being dressed up as a medieval Duke and I as his lady; costumes of which he was very proud that I had made them. We dressed on account of a wedding invitation, which had a 'Gothic' dress-up theme/code. He died 15 hours after some beautiful photos were taken. Don't want to put them on here, but the HC friends who will be visiting next Saturday will see them. We had some premonitional and lovely conversations on the afternoon and evening of that day, which I'll cherish to this day . . . . never did find, nor seek a replacement, always finished up dating stupid men with nothing on their minds except , , , , and all the rest . . . .
Generally, I used to love 'dressing up' and despite almost 27 years of full-time work I always made mine and my girls clothes - I no longer do that, except now and then - but used to even design them, do embroidery or applique on their clothes and they'd compete and watch which of the dresses I would begin and finish first, so I had to be careful to swap the timing round . . . .
Amazing what you say about your hair; my violinist had cancer (she is still struggling, but under a new drug regime which seems to work) and she had wonderful slightly wavey brunette hair - she lost all her hair, then it grew back curly and white - she now dies it red and she looks fabulous - but it is straight again. Very strange that. Mine is straight, but I still have lots, so I can play with it - growing it now, but finding it a nuisance. and hot, so I put it up mostly - watched innumerable videos on various styles, plaits etc. but haven't got the patience; elastic bands and combs are a Godsend!
I have just recently been to an evening market (Mundaring) which also had an undercover display of Prams from the Victorian era and one lady was dressed up in lavish period clothes, with a petty-coat which had a wire circle in it - and I realised that people were and looked a lot more self-important, took up more space and the manners we see on TV when period stuff plays, were absolutely essential - the clothes acted like an invisible port-cullis; i.e. approach slowly, with care and caution . . . . amazing to imagine they also dressed up in Australia's warmer climes like that.
I gave my book of historical costumes to my granddaughter who has this year received her B.A. in fine Arts.
.... and I have finally put the costumes from 'that wedding' into a Salvation Army bin.
I watched a bit of 'Orlando' (Virginia Woolf) last night and apart from the mesmerising face of the main actress, the period costumes were wonderful, but I got bored fairly quickly
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Cheers
Tau