Finishing the hat

For most people, a major national music festival is an opportunity to listen to some great music festival, watch amazing live artists and catch up with friends.  This was, initially, my plan for the Easter weekend in Canberra, but as I started browsing the National Folk Festival’s website something else caught my eye.


The Community arts projects!  I could have a go at weaving, Batik, tye dye, puppet making, wet felting, needle felting, making jewellery.  How would I have time to fit in seeing some concerts, perhaps do some singing of my own and my volunteering spots? Well I’d find a way somehow.

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Mini update

Once again, apologies for being slack but I’m in the middle of a festival at the moment! 


Just done a spot at the Bohemia Bar at the National Folk Festival in Australia, went down pretty well despite the interruption for the parade.  Got another spot in about an hour.  


So hello to anyone who is no reading this from the festival!  Please fell free to write things about me and my singing on the Ellie Skinner Singer page!

A Philadelphia Story

Nine years ago (nine! blimey, how quickly time flies) my flatmate Claire and I headed to London for a trip to watch plays and meet famous people.  Well, that was our plan and we were definitely going to achieve at least half of it, having bought tickets for Ewan McGregor in Guys and Dolls at the Piccadilly Theatre, Kevin Spacey and Jennifer Ehle in The Philadelphia Story at the Old Vic and Neil Patrick Harris in Jonathan Larson’s Musical Tick Tick Boom! at the Menier Chocolate Factory.


Claire and I were, and actually still are, the type of people who like to get photos with famous people and will normally achieve this by going to a show then rushing around to the stage door and waiting for people to come out.  Sometimes we are in a big crowd and it will be snowing, as it was when we met Queen Dench (have a care with my name, you will wear it out) other times, it would just be us, muttering to each other that perhaps we had made a mistake and were making ourselves look silly.  Should we stay, should we go?  But what if we go now, we’ll miss them by minutes. We usually stayed until we were likely to miss the last transport home.

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I’ll rest my weary bones.

I know, I know, I’ve been slack recently, not even getting around to posting a song of the week, but frankly who knew that being a tourist almost non stop for 8 weeks would be so bloody tiring?  But it really is!


I spent the last week in the Blue Mountains, intending to catch up on some writing but instead I have slept and watched telly, sometimes at the same time.


I’m in Sydney now and I promise normal service will resume reasonably shortly.