A Blogging 3rd Anniversary


These days, you have the option of staying home, blogging in your underwear, and not having your words mangled. I think I like the direction things are headed.
~ Marc Andreessen ~


Three years ago RUDE Girl wrote in our blog’s ‘About’ section. It’s a bit surreal. To think that I have been writing a blog post nearly every week for three years!  And I get to stay at home in my PJs or old comfy clothes, and do it! [refer quote above]

RUDE is personally against ‘mall mentality’ and therefore we avoid shopping malls. However, us RUDE Guys still live in the real world and choose carefully when and what to shop for. And therefore, we sometimes and begrudgingly, have to go to the local mall.

We have a fun time exploring ways of having nice ‘to us’ things without shopping in big box stores. And we are also keen to maintain and develop our resilience and resourcefulness, as opposed to handing over the home economics of our household to middle men.


Below images:  RUDE Girl’s ‘new to me’ summer wedges, rescued from the free bin, at a local charity store.


RUDE Girl’s current project ~ Knitting a bath mat with yarn made from recycled T-shirts


We DO BUY NEW and we consume services +++ however we are frugal when it comes to stuff and food. This is where we make our small difference to our pockets and the planet.

We know our lifestyle is not mainstream but it is certainly not as radical as buying nothing new for 12 months! We prefer to pace ourselves, and balance frugality with the need to spend up, when it’s required. We know we can spend up then because we have saved for a rainy day.

Our blog thus far, has helped us to keep focused on what is important to us. It is also our way of sharing with other like-minded souls.

Embrace Home Economics and Blog.  It builds community resilience. Beat The Man!


Gladsome Garbage


I’m very glad to have something to be passionate about. I can’t imagine a life without passion.
Sylvia Kristel

I’m always glad to see somebody rethink something rather than reproduce something I did.
Harold Prince

RUDE Girl has a very old little book that’s titled A Gladsome Life.  It was rescued by me, from landfill fate many years ago.  It’s like a little Bible of beautiful wisdoms.  The word gladsome is archaic for glad.  The word gladsome makes me smile and feel grateful.

Us RUDE Guys are suckers for practical junk.  We are always gladsome when we come across the discarded.  And when it is NOT associated with monetary exchange we are even more gladsome.

The junk we find has to fit-in with our lives in a practical way.  It has to makes us smile and feel gladsome.  It has to be fit for immediate reuse with a spruce up and/or DIY repair.

This blog post has been inspired by a skip scavenge we did a couple of nights ago.  It made us RUDE Guys think of those gladsome garbage rescues we have made over the years.  Hence the title of this blog post.

We would like to share with our followers some little corners and places filled with rescued items that have made us gladsome.   We are sure many of you will relate to our junk vignettes of found objects [check out trash art here].  These junky pieces are organic and ever changing, and make wherever we have lived and live now,  feel like home.


Bentwood Chair and hardwood framed screen with vintage curtain fabric.


Painted handmade vintage bookcase with recycled books, vase and other curios.  Daughter Rebecca’s high school embroidery in a frame [top left].


A little sewing nook in the corner of a room.  Vintage Janome sewing table and Brother sewing machine.  This table also houses a vintage Pfaff  sewing machine [not viewable in photo].


Wooden overhead cabinet piece rescued from hard rubbish.  Legs attached and made into storage for a sewing room.


Handcrafted roughly sawn wood frame with bird print rescued from a skip bin.

Beat The Man by sprucing up gladsome garbage, for free or little cost!

Follow Rude Record most days on Facebook @ruderepair

Knit Knot


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Doing what we can to repair the world was instilled in me from an early age. I will never forget my siblings and me knitting squares for blankets to be sent to the troops during World War II. This was an inspiration from my mother.

Charles Bronfman

RUDE Girl knits ~ but not really ~  hence the title of this blog post.  But I can knit knots and I am a bit of a knit wit when it comes to all things knitting related.

Some in my family could knit, and my sister even managed and owned a knitting shop in Rathdowne Street, Carlton in the late 1980s when Annyblatt yarns and patterns were all the rage!  My mother did not knit [she sewed] but she picked up my dropped stitches when I tried to knit.  My paternal grandmother apparently knitted but I never witnessed her knitting.   She was from Huddersfield, Yorkshire and worked in the knitting mills as a young girl.  

My sister Kim knitted a lovely mint green and off white dress for the birth of my daughter Rebecca.  I will always remember it.  It’s a pity that at that point in time,  I was not crafting and sewing.  I was incapable of fully appreciating the amount of love and effort that went into handcrafting the gift. But I do now, and I do remember how lovely the little frock was. 

I had a sister-in-law Diane [from my first marriage] who was an amazing knitter.  She was always knitting little jumpers for her daughter and her family.  Of course, I did appreciate all the knitted hand-me-downs that she passed my way, for my children to wear.  I wish I had shown more attention to her skill, at the time, but I was not in the crafting zone back then.

Myself, well I have knitted a couple of jumpers and scarves, in order to tick knitting off my list of things to do before I die.  In other words, no regrets on my death bed that I did not give knitting a fair go.

But here’s the up side of this blog post.  I actually get ‘all knit knotty’ when it comes to extreme knitting [refer image below].  Before it became trendy, I had already knitted RUDE Boy an acrylic yarn scarf on wooden spoon handles.  Why?  RUDE Girl was NOT going to buy wooden knitting needles when I could improvise!  He loves that scarf and wears it to work in winter. 


Knitting Spock ~ It’s only logical.  Source: Pinterest

Here is my extreme knitted bath mat with knots [refer images below].  I made the yarn from old T-shirts and knitted it up into this re-creation.  It makes me smile and I am keen to do anotherie.  I have more T-Shirts to make into yarn which is a start, however this bath mat was made on cricket stumps for knitting needles.  They were so heavy to hold!


A Knit Knot bath mat by RUDE Girl


RUDE Girl’s first attempt at extreme knitting using yarn recycled from old T-shirts

This morning I requested that RUDE Boy turn an embroidery frame, that I will never use, into a pair of knitting needles [left].  He had previously made me a smaller pair [right] from a smaller frame.  This design is far lighter.


Extreme knitting needles made by RUDE Boy from secondhand embroidery frames .  The cotton table runner was saved from landfill fate.

Beat The Man!  You will not be a  knit wit in the post-apocalyptic world, if you make your own knitting needles and yarn.

Kimono Karen


RUDE Girl was an exchange student to Japan for 12 months from 1975 until 1976.  It was a wonderful experience for a teenager, and long before it was trendy to travel to Japan.  And also long before the Japanese cultural invasion of Australia.


Tea Ceremony at the house of my first host family the Handa’s.  We had lessons once a week.  Mary Jane Hendrie [13.9.57 – 31.8.83  RIP] in the red kimono was from Sault Ste. Marie, Canada and Liz in yellow was from the US.  My daughter Rebecca has been gifted my apricot floral kimono.


My year in Japan as a Rotary Exchange Student 1975-1976.  My daughter Rebecca has been gifted the green formal silk kimono, that was gifted to me by the Handa family.  Bottom photo:  With Jenny Jarry [left] August 1975 at a festival in Kumagaiya

Most of what I absorbed in Japan was buried deep inside me on my return home. I went back to school and then on to various careers.  My time in Japan was rarely spoken about, not just by me but my family too, and my year away became but a distant memory. 

There were many times when I was treated like an outcast because I came back changed, into a routine that had remained much the same.   For the Rude Record significant adults, Japan did not mess with my mind, and I coped very well in a foreign country.  The young student that decided to venture out on her own at 17 years of age, has always been independent and confident.

These days, I do have the time to remember, and bring forth some of my experiences and influences, related to my second country.  I guess sharing is easier these days, with  Japanese culture more well known and embraced. And also with many Japanese calling Australia home.

It was wonderful to meet Miwako, a Japanese woman a little while back, who lives over my side of town.  And also Taco, my daughter-in-laws’ brother’s partner.  At both these meetings it was incredibly therapeutic to relive some of my time in Kita Urawa shi, Saitama ken.   And also, for the first time ever, I have made contact with a Mr McDonald, a member of Rotary, who is tracking down past exchange students from the year I was in Japan.

Refer video below:  When I spotted this casual summer kimono [yukata] at the TIP SHOP, I was aghast but also elated!  It was my lucky day.  I had found an abandoned, stained, and dirty hand stitched  yukata, and only I realised its value.  I felt a bit smug, but really very privileged to be rescuing it.  The yukata was free, as it was destined for the TIP SHOP’S rubbish bin and landfill.

Beat The Man by Turning Japanese, and daring to be different!