hi, i'm katie. i make stuff.

today's making-something-

from-nothing-moment:

wedge-heeled shoes,

(nine bucks in crazy sale)

gokked up with vintage

clip-on earrings

for tonight's sixties party x

veggie tales

it's been ages since i made this. the last week's been a bit of a whirlwind and my head is already full of next year's plans and dreams and i really just needed a wee sunshine moment.

enter delish roasty veggieness: parsnips, red onions, carrots, pumpkin, courgettes, red + yellow capsicum, mushrooms, chick peas, cooked couscous, toasted sunflower + cumin seeds, gently layered and swished all over with lemon juice, extra virgin olive oil, tsp curry powder, freshly ground salt + black pepper all snuggled up on a bed of mesclun leaves. everyone loved it. then we shared lemonydrizzled slices of woozie's delish banana cake. sunshine. all. around.

rockit man

so, sam was helping set up the stage for the skool assembly today and his music teacher asked if he could play a few chords to intro a song in the rehearsal > which impromptuly turned into a guitar-and-singing-duet in front of 400 peeps.

cos that's how he rolls.

#pleasuretoteach

part of Bulldog's job is to complete a final edit of skool reports. because i'm such a spelling nazi dediKATEd editor, we usually split the pack and trawl through it together until the wee small hours. last month i won the 'pleasure to teach' medal - that particular phrase was repeated FIVE times on an individual student's report, out of a possible six different entries. as a result i've totally sworn off that particular filler, but i think i've jinxed the universe cos really, how many different ways can ya say "Student has had a hugely successful year in Mathematics and the whole class recently got Excellences so we all had a pizza lunch..?"

this weekend i've already spent about ten hours trying to write individual comments, and i've just noticed that they're all turning into variations of:
"'Student's natural ability, coupled with hard work, has seen her achieve a huge number of successes in Mathematics this year. Student is focused and conscientious in the classroom. She sets goals and works towards them diligently, taking responsibility for her learning. Student grasps new concepts quickly, is able to articulate her mathematical processes clearly, and is a valued contributor in group situations. Congratulations on a superb year’s work."

and there's not a 'pleasure to teach' in sight! but what does it really say? arrrrrgh. and what non-generic NEXT STEPS can i suggest if she's topped the class and got 95+% on every single end-of-topic test? this process is driving me nuts, cos even after all my raving attempts to individualify the universe i find myself playing the forehead stamp game. yes, i really would like an answer, or at least a few suggestions...

friday night, it was late

it's strange how friendships change. i'd like some things to always remain the same, but it seems that the constant thing about life is its changeability. when we moved to the sunny bay nine years ago, i had no idea how much would change about our world. on the home front, our kids have grown so much. one has left home and gone to university and has even got himself a job to go to in the new year. the second is in her final exams and has just applied to our local university to study teaching. she's gonna save significant pennies by staying at home during her tertiary years - oh goodie, we get to keep our resident chef. the rest of us are still at skool together - i do find it hilarious that we can't really say goodbye to homeskooling.

it's wonderful that even though peeps come and go in our lives, there are always friends we can land with for a few hours. last night saw five of us in the secret garden, sharing some early summer sunshine and sillybrating change - a year of university and new jobs, of success and all-round superhumanness.

i hope these lot stay in my life for a long time hence. x

danny is on university study break and i am 200km down the road writing skool reports and ohlookit! both of us are on facebook and now we're chatting

Katie: so last night we were rudely awoken at witching hour by KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK...
and someone (or maybe both of us) mumbled "i think someone's knocking at the door.." so dad and i wandered rather drunkenly down the hall (even though we hadn't previously touched a drop) and turned on every single light before opening the door to a blonde lady who looked us up and down and 'splained:
"i'm so sorry to wake you but your letterbox is on fire..."
Danny:
Katie: so i said, "oh, i'll just get a bucket of water.." and wobbled off to the laundry but then dad insisted on finding a torch incase there was something dubious in said letterbox and it jumped out at us when we threw the water on it so it took delirious us ten mins to discover three torches... but alas! none of them had batteries in them... and i was busy having a wee kitten cos what! if! we! have! a! real! emergency! and! we! have! no! batteries! in! our! thousands! of! torches!???
Danny:

which is probably why my son is an almost-qualified-engineer and i am still procrastinating writing skool reports #somethingshinyoverthere

woozie wokstar

i picked up a new wok today cos i killed my old faithful last night making something that burned cos there was something shiny over there was eventually named 'smouldering mexican' by this dude

(they were going to a moustache party)

the wok we found was $70 reduced to $20 and is ZIP and a heavy 30cm non-stick base and it even has a glass lid. brilliant... and comes with its own wokstar

who is making us pseudo-noodle box for lunch, sans coriander and cashews.

status update

it's funny how micro-blogging seems taken over the blogiverse. so many peeps i have met through my blogging history (of more than five years! wowsers) have drifted off to facebook and/or twitter. it's funny, too, how much twaddle gets posted online these days. at last, here is the definitive guideline for what to say and where to say it:

i don't use foursquare or linkedin (yet), and after going to a brain-melting conference on social media and 21st century learning i have started uploading here again (even though blogger.com doesn't appear on the above destructions), cos it appears that we are still encouraging kiddos to blog. monkey see, monkey do.

but *ahem* today's REAL status update is: I HAVE A NEW JOB!!! YES!! I WILL HAVE MY VERY OWN BUNCH OF COOL KIDS AND MY VERY OWN CLASSROOM IN 2012!!!!! no more pushing my supermarket trolley 100km around skool every day. i'm just so exciiited! talk about a velveteen rabbit moment. <pops champagne>

birthday boy

he's been counting down the sleeps

for the last three weeks and is oh!

so very excited to be in double digits.

garage band

we cleaned out the garage again in the skool hols and took 400kg of shizzit to the tip.

nek minnit...

George and the Golden Moment

Today I had one of those once-in-a-blue-moon golden moments.

Last year George (not his real name) was in my Year 8 Science class but I only saw him for one or two hours a fortnight because he has ‘learning difficulties’ (translation: he doesn’t learn the same way as the rest of the kiddos in the class) so he spends a lot of time with a teacher aide. George, being ‘on the spectrum', always laughs and lowers his eyes whenever I speak to him (even to say "Hi!" which I still do, even though he’s not in any of my classes this year).

Today I found out thirty seconds before the bell rang that a class needed to be babysat. I was given a stack of blank papers and a stack of sheets with map symbols on them. The kids were to ‘make their own map’. Uh, hello? I need a GPS to find my way home from skool.

When I arrived at the classroom (with my lunch in my hand cos I'd been sewing sparkly stuffs with kiddos at lunchtime) George was there with his teacher aide, and she miraculously turned my shoot-from-the-hip lesson into something manageable for him. Towards the end of the hour, I mooched up to George and looked in his eyes (yeah, I’m so intrusive) and told him what a fabulous map he’d drawn. He grinned, repeating my words to himself, and looked down. So I tried again. “George, what did you think of the gymnastics performance at skool assembly the other day? I saw your sister on stage and I thought she was fabulous! You have such a great sister!”

He looked me in the eyes and said,” YES I DO!!!” and I swear I felt some fairy dust sprinkled on my head. Because after school, George’s teacher aide came to find me and said that it was the first time ever that he’d responded like that.

Which goes to prove that silence isn't always golden.

traffic light curry

i get teased on facebook for all my i'm-making-this-for-dinner status updates. but when you're a mama of hungry teens, food features rather frequently on your horizon. today was back-to-skool, and we all arrived home feeling like we'd been hit by a train.

enter pj's, a kids' movie, and traffic light curry. i named it myself, pfft... perfick rice, and a usual recipe refabriKATEd with additions of red capsicum + pumpkin + coriander (ooh, lookit, a maths equation).

it looks pretty delish, if i say so myself.

we want cookie!!

there's a whole lotta stuff going down lately about #occupywallstreet (yeah, i'm back on twitter). i don't have any amazing new ideas to contribute to the occupy chat. in fact, not being a political animal, it took me a while to get my head around what it's all about.
yesterday, i came across a ridiculous situation with a journalist in her evening gown and a tumblr page about occupying education - and lookit!! unskoolers and classroomers are both in the same boat for once ;P
so i was thinking about how to make current events understandable to kids - and then i saw these words (but the original image offended my apostrophic sensibilities so my own kiddos collaborated with me and we made zees guy

aha, i get it now. but wait, there's more: a link to woozie's signature cookie-chip-chocolates, cos we're all about sharing the cookies (chef's tip: scr*w what the recipe says, chop up one and a half blocks of dark ghana choc instead). nom nom.

shopping bag tutorial

hi, i'm katie. i make stuff.
i wrote this tutorial for a class
of 25 eleven year olds
who had met the sewing machine
and could sew a straight seam.
as soon as the more able kiddos
had done each step,
they became the experts for the others -
Kids Teaching Kids is definitely my style,
especially with a 1:25 teacher-student ratio ;)
and the best thing? re/upcycling a throw-out.

HANDY HINT:
click on each pic to open it *large* + zooooom









i am so impressed with the kids' finished bags:

and so are they :)

hello neglected little heart space

today's post is brought to us by some gifted turkish bread.

cos this morning i arrived at one of the pooter rooms with thirty leetle mathematicians for a play computer maths session, and lo and behold there was a class in there! so i left my leetle peeps outside in the sunshine with a leetle pairs-problem-solving-game and popped inside - at which point i realised it was occupied by a senior english class (is this double english, or double scottish?) and negotiated them half the period - at which stage we'd invade.

it turns out there was an eleventh-hour-assignment going on (which i completely understand, cos there are three teens living at my place) so i took my leetle people back to our pad and gave them all a chocolate fish for being so unnerstanding.

fast forward an hour later to a shower of gifts bestowed by last period's gorgeous english teacher: lollipops, choc fishies, choc bikkies, carrot cake and TURKISH BREAD. i know. there is an abundance of love in the universe, cos yesterday's tinned spaghetti dinner option was overtaken at the last minute by takeaways.

healthy mommy award right there.

so tonight i am cooking with tequila extra virgin olive oil, onions, happy chicken breasts, moroccan seasoning out of a shake-it jar, an artisan pumpkin + parmesan soup sachet that i found in the fridge, a tin of delmaine chick peas that i found in the pantry.. and i shall call it 'moroccan sunshine chicken' (cos all the best recipes have 'sunshine' in their title) and it shall be eaten with turkish bread that is already topped with fetta and rosie-mary and sundried 'marrrtoes (name's mater, like TOHHH-mater) and steamed frozen beans. and there shall be candles, cos there's one more sleep and one more get up and then - there's holidays.

for today

waking up in my onezie grinding my teeth

up at five thirty making moussaka and berry crumble, computing

i've been a mummy for two years longer than i've not been a mummy

juggling the steering wheel with raych's vanilla coke lip gloss

following kids all over the skool with the compasses

hey, the red arrow matches the north symbol

it's so funny, you'll fall off your chair it's so funny

kids, you're going to teach the water cycle to the class next wed

so use multiple intelligences and organise it together

would you like to do an experiment to show condensation?

gluing little sparkles to textile arts and rescuing the aims kids

pulling the knife out of his back while eating matching tortillas

emailing katikati to sort the unenrolled tech student

travelling home alone, without the usual learner driver

falling asleep with a glass of red and jason bourne

popping a little blister at the back of my mouth

clarinet sounds from mick's room and his question:

why do you guys have exams?

sam simultaneously singing it's ok, it's ok, it's okayyyyy

his rich tenor breaking with falsetto soprano

charlie's alternate universe convo about n factorial times r

vanilla custard and there are nuts in this, mummy

i think i'm taking life way too seriously.

plastic fantastic

there are 28 tutor classes at skool - each with thirty pre-teens to late teens in them. yesterday we all had a day out of classes and had an inter-house competition which included wearable arts, tug of war, and house singing.

for the 'arts, each class had to create two outfits out of recycled recyclables - paper, plastic, cans, etc. woozie masterminded a wedding set - inspired by the royals -

made from ironed plastic

sunshiney supermarché bags -

oh how we do love making stuff from rubbish.

there were loads and loads of wonderful creations,

but *drum roll*

woozie's outfit WON!!!

ah, skool's out. au revoir strings of pearls from glassons. bonjour black nail polish from paris.

take this down, smee

today's absolutely delish chicken lasagne
quickly captured for ze recipe collection:

(The Weekend Before) Harry Potter and the Deathly Fellows Part 2

what did ya do in the weekend? oh, we magicked four Death Eater Cloaks for four gorgeous teens who have MIDNIGHT TICKETS for the opening screening of the movie of the year. they're going as Snape, Lucius, Narcissa, and Bellatrix, and there has been much wand airbrushing and mask painting and general shouts of "accio stuffs"...

magicking the tape measure into a cutting edge stick.

we don't do patterns, oh no! we do quadrilaterals.

snipping robe pieces

Narcissa warms up her wand

the silver sniffery

woah. lookin' forty.

and what the heck is that extra tyre doing there?

a little extra from Professor Trelawney

Madame Malkin's couturians

artiste at work

monkey + cheese.

these babies have 3.5 - 4 metres of fabric in every swish

Bellatrix gets her face on

(in the last pic i took of these two

they were playing dress ups too!)

homey in the hood

fave pretty pic X

‎[interrupting] Will you shut up and listen to me!

Shut down all the garbage smashers

on the detention level, will ya?

Do you copy? Shut down all the garbage smashers

on the detention level!

Shut down all the garbage mashers

on the detention level!

The Psychedelic Mystery of Benny Factor and the Cast of Groovy Characters

my babygirl just turned 18 - her daddy wrote a 'host a murder' mystery for her birthday party - it's like a real live cluedo where peeps are written into characters and they arrive and have to discover whodunnit - it was totally groovy - danny did a 24 hour road trip to "sow the seeds of doubt, dude...." and kennyyyyy got his groove on - it does help that he's taught these kids for the last five years - they were hilarious -

welcome to The Commune of Astral Love

Lee Dingman (actor), random hippie photo bomber dude,

Colm Ryter (journo), Anne Bishus (cross-dressing secretary)

fab five

sammo with Ed Strong (2IC of Factor Industries) and Phil O'Krapp (politician)

Lucy Skye-Diamond and Max Factor (wife of the deceased)

Cos McJive (artiste) and Lucy do a spot of yoga in the Astral Lounge

charlie + little sister aka Cami Soul (model)

the hippie dudes

Colm + Cami

Swami Salami throws them off the scent

the exquisite Lucy Sparkles

seb and sammo

gettin' their groove on to some zep

sneaky pic of gorgeousness

she asked for a barbie doll cake with an icecream skirt

the sisterhood/brotherhood of the travelling cigarette

aka Sue Prano, Anne Bishus + L.S.D.

one of many hilarious moments

peace out, dudes X

(yes i am deffo wearing SHORTS under that dress)