Everyday Everybody: Skye.

Last year I started reading Skye’s blog Skylark + Son. Now I had heard of blogs before, but didn’t really know that much about them. From the moment I started reading. I was addicted. ADDICTED.

I’m not just saying that to be nice, and because she’s the next person up to be interviewed. I am saying that because it’s the truth. I would come home from work, sit down on the couch, feed Lacey and read Skye’s blog. It was my unguilty pleasure.

Skye used to be a Bondi girl. I loved reading what she had been doing (or more importantly where she was shopping) in our neck of the woods. She is quite possibly the most stylish, and thriftiest (when it comes to clothing) that I’ve ever met.

Anyways I am so excited that Skye is up for interviewing in the Everyday Everybody series. You’ll soon see why I was so addicted.

When was the last time someone took you out to dinner? I wish I had an exciting answer involving private jets or helicopters and Tetsuya’s – but in actual fact it was about a week ago when my husband took me down to the local Chinese. It’s totally old-school with menu full of honey prawns, sweet & sour pork, beef in black bean sauce, and all those classic Aussie RSL club Chinese dishes. Everything comes with a huge mound of fried noodles and prawn crackers and a dish of plum sauce. The only thing which would make it more perfect would be if they served deep-fried ice-cream…

Are you addicted to anything? Op-shopping and reading. Really I can go without op-shopping for a couple of weeks at the most before I start getting a bit twitchy, and I can never walk past one without popping in for a rummage. As for reading, I had an ex-boyfriend who very seriously tried to have an intervention with me over my “reading problem”!

Have you ever had your name in the paper? Yes, I might have been sighted in the social pages in my misspent youth, popped up in the local paper a few times in high school for surfing or drama stuff, and I got the occasional mention in interviews with my husband when he was promoting his last movie. No grand achievements, natural disasters, or other catastrophes so far – and that’s a very good thing.

Who do you know without any dress sense? I know a few people who are very utilitarian about the way they dress, all about form over function. They’ve sort of boiled the notion of fashion down to the basic level of covering the body for modesty and protection from the elements, but even that is a kind of dress sense and gives an idea of their identity and personality. So I’m going to say I don’t know anyone without any dress sense!

Do you get ill often? Not really (touch wood!) unless toddler-induced exhaustion counts.
What annoys you most about people? I can think of a few things that enragify me (intolerance, the anti-vaccination lobby, religious fundamentalism of all kinds) but I’m having trouble thinking of the annoying, irritating, working-my-last-nerve stuff right now.

Where was the first place you flew to? Australia, from Canada where I was born.

What have you argued over with flatmates? I had a pretty good run during my flat sharing years, some weirdos but not a lot of actual conflict. The major exception to that would be Nick (known as Nick the Dick by all my friends). He was my flatmate, but he also owned the house we lived in. He didn’t live there when I moved in, but after about 3 months he decided to take up residence so he could “keep an eye on things”. This was not good. Some of the numerous crimes I committed in the house included:
– Leaving a wet umbrella outside the back door. I came home from work to find it placed (still dripping wet) on my bed.
– Leaving a Saturday newspaper on the kitchen table, so that my flatmates could read it. By 1pm Saturday afternoon it had been placed in my bedroom.
– Pulling the shower curtain across to the left, rather than the right as Nick preferred it.
– Walking too heavily on the floor. It has to be said here that I am 5″2 and at the time weighed about 46kg, Nick was concerned that I would damage the floorboards.
– Having a friend stay the night without seeking prior approval from Nick.
– The day I moved in I received a phone call at work from Nick. He had driven past the house (remember he didn’t live there at that stage) and noticed a pile of flattened cardboard moving boxes on the front verandah (awaiting collection by the recycling truck). He was very upset about the boxes being there and asked me to get rid of them immediately, as in leave work half way through the day and go home to remove the boxes from the premises. I defied him (funnily enough) and that went down on my permanent record.
Nick did eventually receive his comeuppance in spectacular style, truly one of the greatest examples of karma ever, but I’m not sure if I can tell the story here as it is a bit x-rated…

What was your last purchase from the chemist? Pregnancy test – enough said!

Who is the nicest person you know? I am lucky enough to know lots of lovely people who are all extra nice in different sorts of ways. That’s the Miss World diplomatic answer, and I’m sticking to it!

Thanks for sharing Skye.

Anyone else wanting to be interviewed please email me. xx