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Nautical knit for kids

This classic cotton knit with a nautical feel can be worked in stripes or a plain colour, with or without a hood.

Nautical knit for kids

Materials

Panda Regal 4ply (50g) balls

Striped Jumper: Main Colour (MC): 3 (4, 5, 6) balls.

Contrast Colour (CC): 2 (3, 4) balls.

Hooded jumper: 6 (7, 7, 8) balls.

One pair each 2.75mm, 3.25mm and one set of 2.75mm knitting needles

2 stitch holders

Knitter’s needle

Measurements

To fit size: 2 (4, 6, 8) years. To fit chest: 55 (60, 65, 70) cm.

Actual measurement: 70 (76, 82, 88) cm.

Length: 40 (45, 50, 55) cm.

Sleeve length: 23 (28, 33, 38) cm.

Tension

These garments have been designed at a tension of 27 sts and 34 rows to 10cm over stocking st using 3.25mm needles.

Abbreviations

alt: alternate

beg: beginning

cm: centimetres

cont: continue

dec: decrease, decreasing

foll: follows, following

inc: increase, increasing

incl: inclusive, including

K: knit

0: (zero) no sts, rows or times

P: purl

patt: pattern

st/s: stitch/es

stocking st: 1 row knit, 1 row purl

tog: together

STRIPED JUMPER

BACK

Using 3.25mm needles and CC, cast on 98 (106, 114, 122) sts.

1st row: K2, P2, K2, rep from to end.

2nd row: P2, K2, P2, rep from to end.

Change to MC and rep 1st and 2nd rows 4 times (10 rows rib in all). **

Working in Stocking st for rem, beg Stripe Patt.

Work 8 rows MC, 1 row CC, 1 row MC, 4 rows CC, 1 row MC, 1 row CC.

Last 16 rows form Stripe patt.

Cont in stripe patt until work measures 38 (43, 48, 53) cm from beg, ending with a purl row.

Shape Back Neck.

Next Row. Patt 33 (37, 40, 42) K2tog, turn.

Keeping patt correct, cont on these 34 (38, 41, 43) sts and dec one st at neck edge in alt rows twice … 32 (36, 39, 41) sts.

Work 1 row patt.

Shape Shoulder. Keeping patt correct, cast off 10 (11, 12, 13) sts at beg of next and foll alt row, at same time dec one st at neck edge in next and foll alt row.

Work 1 row patt, Cast off rem 10 (12, 13, 13) sts.

Slip next 28 (28, 30, 34) sts onto a stich holder and leave.

With right side facing, join yarn to rem 35 (39, 42, 44) sts, K2 tog, patt to end … 34 (38, 41, 43) sts.

Keeping patt correct, cont on these 34 (38, 41, 43) sts and dec one st at neck edge in alt rows 3 times … 31 (35, 38, 40) sts.

Shape Shoulder. Keeping patt correct, cast off 10 (11, 12, 13) sts at beg of next and foll alt row one st at neck edge in foll alt row.

Work 1 row patt. Cast off rem 10 (12, 13, 13) sts.

FRONT

Work as given for Back to **.

Working rem in Stripe Patt as given for Back.

Work 6 rows stripe patt.

Beg Front Flap For Pocket. Next row. Patt 75 (81, 87, 93) sts, turn.

Next row. Patt 52 (56, 50, 64) sts, turn.

Keeping patt correct, cont on these 52 (56, 60, 64) sts for pocket and dec one st at each end of next and foll 4th rows until 30 (34, 36, 40) sts rem.

Purl 1 row. Break yarn and leave sts on a stitch holder.

With right sides facing, join appropriate colour to beg of second groups of sts, cast on 52 (56, 56, 60, 64) sts (for behind pocket), patt to end .. 98 (106, 114, 122) sts.

Keeping patt correct, work 43 (44, 47, 47) rows across all sts.

Join Front Flap for Pocket. Next row. Patt 34 (36, 39, 41) sts placing stitch holder for Pocket at front of work, and working through both front and back sts together: (K2tog) 30 (34, 36, 40) times, knit to end … 98 (106, 114, `122) sts. Cont in patt until there are 14 rows less than Back to beg of shoulder shaping, ending with a purl row.

Shape Neck. Next row: Patt 39 (43, 46, 50), turn. **Keeping patt correct, dec one st at neck edge in every row until 33 (37, 40, 40) sts rem, then in foll alt row/s until 30 (34, 37, 39) sts rem.

Work 1 row patt. **

Shape Shoulder. Cast off 10 (11, 12, 13) sts at beg of next and foll alt row.

Work 1 row patt. Cast off rem 10 (12, 13, 13) sts .

Slip next 20 (20, 22, 22) sts onto a stitch holder and leave. With right side facing, join appropriate colour to rem 39 (43 46, 50) sts and patt to end.

Rep from to .

Work 1 row patt.

Shape Shoulder. Work as given for other shoulder shaping.

SLEEVES

Using 2.75mm needles and MC, cast on 42 (42, 46, 46) sts.

Work 10 rows rib as given for Back.

Change to 3.25mm needles and beg Stripe Patt.

Work in stocking st and stripe patt as given for Back, working extra sts into patt as they become available, at same time one st at each end of 3rd and foll alt rows until there are 54 (50, 54, 56) sts, the in foll 4th rows until there are 76 (82, 94, 104) sts.

Cont in patt (without further inc) until work measures 23 (28, 33, 38 cm from beg ending with a purl row.

Shape Top. Keeping patt correct, cast off 10 (11, 12, 14) sts at beg of next 4 rows, then 10 (11, 13, 14) sts at beg of foll 2 rows. Cast off rem 16 (16, 20, 20) sts.

NECKBAND

Join shoulder seams.

Using a set of 2.75mm needles and MC, beg at left shoulder seam, knit up 88 (88, 96, 96) sts evenly around neck edge, incl sts from stitch holders.

1st round. K2, P2, rep from to end.

Rep 1st round 7 times.

Change to CC and rep 1st round twice more, (10 rounds rib in all).

Cast off loosely in rib.

SIDE EDGING FOR POCKET

***Using 2.75mm needles and MC, knit up 38 (38, 42, 42) sts evenly along one side edge of Pocket.

Work 4 rows rib as for Back, beg with a 2nd row.

Change to CC and work 2 rows rib.

Cast off loosely in rib. ***

Rep from to for other side of Pocket.

TO MAKE UP

Tie a marker 15 (16, 18, 20) cm down from beg of shoudler shaping on side edges of Back and Front to indicate armholes. Place centre of sleeves to shoulder seams, sew in sleeves evenly between markers. Join side and sleeve seams. Sew pocket bands into position at top and bottom edges.

HOODED JUMPER

BACK, FRONT AND SLEEVES

Work as given for Striped Jumper, noting to cast off centre sts on back and front necks, and work in one colour only.

SIDE EDGING ON POCKET

Work as given for Striped Jumper, working in one colour only.

HOOD

Using 2.75mm needles, cast on 150 (150, 162, 162) sts.

Work 8 rows rib as given for Back.

Change to 3.25mm needles.

Work in stocking st until work measures 18 (18, 20, 21) cm from beg, ending with a purl row.

Cast off 13 (13, 15, 15) sts at beg of next 6 rows, then 16 (16, 15, 15) sts at beg of foll 2 rows.

Cast off rem 40 (40 42, 42) sts.

TO MAKE UP

Work as given for striped jumper. Fold hood in half and join back seam. Sew hood in position around neck edge, easing fullness into back neck if necessary. Turn wrong side and stitch across top edge of hood point, to make ut more rounded at top.

**Credit

Garments made and designed by Australian Country Spinners. For stockists and pattern inquiries contact 1800 337 032 outside Melbourne or (03) 9380 3888.**

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Interview with Joanna Trollope

Joanna Trollope’s latest novel, Brother & Sister (Bloomsbury) has been selected as the Great Read in the February issue of The Australian Women’s Weekly.

**Q You’ve heard the news that your latest book, Brother & Sister, has been chosen as the Great Read?

A** I’m so pleased! My elder daughter has a wonderful girl from Melbourne living with them for the last couple of years, helping with the children. She’s not just a nanny – far more than that – she’s become a great friend. Her mother sends her Women’s Weekly and we all fall on it.

**Q So you’re very familiar with the magazine then?

A** Yes, and I’m thrilled.

**Q Your book raises the issue of people’s need to know where they come from – what do you think drives that desire?

A** I’m sure it’s a simple matter of being able to see one’s self on the landscape, even if it’s in order to reject that landscape. But to feel one’s self standing alone with nothing behind you, as if on a cliff edge, with only sky behind you, it’s terribly romantic when you’re 14 and we all long to be orphans…our imaginary parents are bound to be more interesting than the ones we got (laughing). But I think when you get a bit older, that’s actually a terrifying thing. You begin to believe you don’t exist. To know where you come from is proof that you do feature, that you are alive. I think it’s just a very primitive proof of existence.

**Q Were you surprised at how strong this urge was in people who have been adopted?

A** What’s so extraordinary is that this is possibly the strongest book I’ve ever researched. Once I’d decided on the theme for a book I then go off and talk to people who are in the situation I’ve alighted on. About 4 books ago I did a book on step-families. I thought I’d unleashed some pretty visceral feelings then. But these ones about belonging and about being rejected, by your mother, are so strong, so primitive, and I couldn’t believe the passion with which people talked to me about it. There was one very distinguished, cool, middle aged male journalist and he stood there in his Portsmouth suit and talked to me for five hours without stopping. With incredible fervour and commitment. So I used to come away from my research sessions needing almost to have a little lie down because people were so fervent. It was extraordinary how much it mattered.

**Q So it was an emotional experience for you?

A** I was very touched because they wanted to talk about it. Talking to novelist who just wants to get the facts right is very different to talking to a journalist who then wants to make something of your story. They were kind of safe, in a way. Obviously it’s an enormous and very valid drama for all of them. There’s a seminal book on adoption written by an American, Nancy Verrier, called The Primal Wound. Her great line is that “the abandoned baby lives inside the adoptee all their lives.” And I would say she’s right.

**Q If that is true of adopted people, is there another truism about relinquishing mothers?

A** Yes, one them said to me giving up a baby is only a whisker away from abortion. Then she went on to qualify this, by saying, “of course with abortion it’s agony and you kill someone, but at least the story is over. With an adopted child, you wonder about that child every day of your life. She said you never ever forgive yourself. That’s why I made carol and Cora in the books so different. Because some women feel terrible about themselves as Cora did. Feel that they need to be punished as Cora did. Others like Carol, try to construct a completely separate subsequent life, as an attempt to obliterate what happened. Of course you never do. It was interesting talking to a lot of adoptees who’d traced their birth mothers. When they’d first spoke to their birth mothers on the telephone, an enormous number said “what do you want?” As if they felt threatened.

**Q You found the adoptees very open and eloquent – what about the relinquishing mothers?

A** No, the reverse. Some were but some wanted to really beat themselves up about it. So many of them felt so awful and always would and were finding they had developed all kinds of extraordinary mechanisms to try and cope with this. And some agreed to see me and then couldn’t say anything. You could see that you were stirring up anguish for them. And some were quite tough and you could see that was a coping mechanism for them. Terribly interesting too that the adopted mothers started off in the physiological role of the saviour. The birth mother was the wicked one, the child was the victim, which it remained. Then when the child wants to find the birth mother, if the adoptive mother does the smallest thing to try and obstruct this meeting which she is so terrified of, she immediately is cast in the wicked role.

The other thing which isn’t mentioned much in the business of adoption is what it feels like to be infertile. It’s come up in the UK hugely at the moment, there’s just been a BBC series about adoption and people keep saying to me why has it come to everyone’s notice? My theory is that the last generation that was treated as a shameful bundle, bringing disgrace on a family by having a baby outside wedlock, is really mine. People in their fifties and sixties. And their children are in their late twenties, early thirties. Because people are having their children much later in life, that generation are having their babies now and having a child is a classic trigger for an adoptee to want to go find their biological mother. And of course they are the last generation who were given up because society has become so much more liberal in the last quarter of a century – thank goodness.

**Q In another ten years, with the low rate of adoptions, you wouldn’t be able to write this book?

A** No, I wouldn’t. In a way, quite by chance I’ve come upon an extraordinary moment. Also, the generation which was appalled to find itself pregnant out of wedlock is the same generation that couldn’t talk about infertility either in men or women. And that of course, people never ever get over, that they cannot conceive. And I think that’s an abiding grief. Particularly for women. And those adoptive mothers, are all menopausal or post-menopausal and their last chance has gone so it really is, as you can see, a seething pot.

I do believe so much in the power of the unconscious mind. Why should I decide to write about this now? And it turned out to be so topical and so passionate! As you say, if I left it another ten years it would be too late.

**Q You must have needed a glass of wine when you got home after doing these emotional interviews?

A** There was a lot of walking the dog. I have a flat in London where I am now and I have a cottage in the country where the dear old Labrador is. (He would hate London). And there were very many walks with Max. He’d plod along and you could see him thinking, ‘blah, blah, blah, let her get it off her chest.”

**Q Did any of their stories make you cry?

A** In a funny way it went too deep for that. The people who I interviewed who gave me the idea for Cora in Brother & Sister, the people who felt they had let everybody down – there was one woman who’d been raped by her father’s best friend, who was very vulnerable and child-like, and a little person. She gave me the idea for Cora’s physique, it went too deep for tears, you were just in a kind of despair for her. She’d never had a chance. And you know, if she’d been born ten years later this never would have happened and would not have blighted her the way it did. No, there were some very lump in throat moments, but some of the time one was in absolute despair about humanity’s cruelty to itself, really. And the thing that really disgusted me in all the research – and I think this is a pretty British quality – the British are pretty bad at distinguishing between respectability and decency. Decency, we’re all for. Respectability is a horrible, cramping, suburban, shallow quality. It’s about looking in a particular way to your neighbours. It’s so intolerant. And of course there was the first world war in Britain and the 50’s and 60’s and 70’s, never mind what was going on in this mythical swinging London (I’ve never met anybody who was a part of it). There was this awful suburban gentility going on everywhere else which inflicted such misery on people who fel into what was deemed transgression through no fault of their own. And were often too young to know what they were doing. That really made me incredibly angry in retrospect. You can still see it in the British, you can see it in their lapping up of the tabloid press. They want to see celebrity transgression in order to click their teeth about it. It’s a horrible quality.

**Q I think everyone from that period remembers a girl at school who had to leave early and would also agree that there were very many were simply lucky they didn’t get pregnant?

A** Don’t you remember one’s abiding obsession as a schoolgirl and then adolescence was with not getting pregnant? You waited every month didn’t you for the curse to arrive with bated breath.

**Q I read also about your observation that whilst there’s no great social stigma these days about being adopted, it still marks you as different, as a bit of an outsider?

A** Adoptees, although when you get them on their own you can’t stop them talking, a lot of them in the workplace won’t say they are. One in 25 of women of a generation – our generation – have given up a child for adoption. Which means that in most gatherings of over a couple of hundred people there will be somebody adopted. When I quoted those statistics at my publishing sales conference, there was just a momentary chill, and I know I didn’t imagine it. It meant that somebody at that conference thought “I am” (adopted) and “I wonder if the people either side of me know?”

People will tell close fiends, but they won’t make a thing of it. There is a feeling of separateness, of not quite joining the human race. It is unbelievably sad. Almost all of the adoptees I spoke to – and I think this is extremely telling – said that they knew they had problems with intimacy. They knew they’d never be able to make the ultimate surrender to another human. The original trust was not so much as broken as never built at birth. So they didn’t know how to do it. A lot had lived very untidy emotional lives. They walk away from things quickly when things begin to go wrong to stop the tables being turned. It was riveting. For a time I got absolutely obsessed by it.

**Q Over what period of time did you do the research?

A** The writing of a book is about the same as a baby – about nine months. I suppose I did about 3 months research before I started writing and then it went on during the writing because I’d come up against something and I’d have to verify it with someone who’d had the experience. Because my aim is to get it as accurate as possible for my readers, particularly for adopted readers. So the research for this one was ongoing throughout the book. I had a wonderful contact – an adoption search agent who finds people’s birth mothers. She does it mostly on the internet and she was invaluable in finding me people to talk to.

**Q I was thinking that with the divorce rate, adoption, sperm donors, gay parents, step families, single mothers – family life has never been more complicated?

A** You’re absolutely right because when I was writing Other People’s Children, I was thinking there’s probably no more step children now than there was in the nineteenth century. But there’s now so many variations on parenthood. Maybe it’s just more tribal? In tribal societies children aren’t brought up by two parents, they’re brought up by a whole village, aren’t they?

**Q True, except we don’t have villages any more?

A** Don’t you notice in our children’s generation that they’ve made families out of their friends, in a way? That they’re in contact with their friends in a way that we weren’t? I look at the young now, people in their late teens, early 20’s, they’re friends are everything. So it’s almost as if they have a sense that they need this community of people because their families are so odd and fragmented.

**Q Do you think the old fashioned family model of two parents, was better equipped to raise happy, well balanced children or do you think the ‘happy family’ is a bit of a myth anyway?

A** I think it’s a bit of a myth. When I did the research for the last book, Girl From The South, I was contrasting rather independent but neglected young people around Bridget Jones’ age, these dysfunctional families in the UK, with the very settled, God- fearing, establishment- respecting families in the deep south in the old confederate states in America. Contrasting some young people in London with some young people in Charleston. And when I went off to do the research in South Carolina I was expecting to be politically horrified, which I was, with no trouble at all and also to be very admiring of this extremely nurturing, supportive network. And actually I came away appalled by how stifling it is. And that the young people, although very respectful and went to church and never forgot their grandmother’s birthdays, were curiously naïve compared to the more neglected young people here. And maybe because the society in the southern states is a bit beleaguered, it’s become a bit concentrated, exaggerated, but I think as long as there are enough people in your family who you know love you and will support you to the death, it doesn’t have to be your parents and siblings. Could be an aunt or a grandparent. I think it’s quite important yo have your mother on your side if you can. I’m sure you need to have 2.4 children and a dog and a front garden – do you know?

**Q I was also thinking that part of this book is about how bloody difficult it is to be a parent – either biological or adoptive?

A** I think it’s become more difficult because there’s all this literature about how to do it! When my children were small there was Dr Spock which you went to if your children had a rash on their bottoms, and Penelope Leach about their behaviour and the rest you did out of your own anxious incompetence. And now there are how-to books in every way and your obligation to be a wonderful wife, lover, career woman, mother is extraordinary and I think it’s quite anxious for modern, young parents.

Funnily enough, it’s the only relationship in the world, except for the one you have with yourself, that you’re stuck with. Once a parent always a parent, I think. I agree, I think it’s better just to do the best you can. I think it is incredibly important, even if you’re critical of their conduct, that you are basically on their side, forever – despite everything.

**Q I was thinking that with all this research and interviewing you do to prepare for a book, that you are part journalist, part author?

A** Yes, but you have to remember that in the early days when I was first writing novels and making absolutely no money, I did lots and lots of journalism. Instead of being interviewed when this book is born in Britain in February I will do a piece on the research for the broadsheet. So I’ve had that experience, although I wasn’t trained as a journalist. And I suppose because I started my novel writing career writing historical fiction I was very used to research. Possibly I would feel a bit anxious with out it. feel a bit draughty.

For the Rector’s Wife I went to work in a supermarket because when I was a student there weren’t any supermarkets to work in. We worked in bars and other such places. But I had no idea what it was like and if I was going to give my heroine her first fledgling job in one, I had to know what it was like. And that was really the beginning. I found it gave me incredible confidence. And readers seem to like it. they appreciate feeling they’re on solid ground.

**Q Readers know if it’s not real – they can scent it in the writing?

A** One has to remember that readers often know far more about what you’re writing about than you do. Never ever underestimate readers.

**Q In between the research and beginning to write do you allow a period where you allow what you’ve learned to sit there and seep into your brain?

A** Not really, because that’s happening as I go along. By the time I get to the end of the research I’m really fired up, ready to put it down onto paper. I then do a bit of rough plotting. It’s not like plotting a crime novel, but I will nut out the first 5 or 6 chapters of the book, to launch it and then I will plot the end so that I know where I am going but I don’t know how I am going to get there and that allows the book to evolve in an organic and arbitrary way.

**Q Do you disconnect from the rest of the world when you’re writing?

A** Yes I do. It’s odd. I get terribly tired, the way you’d feel at school during exams when you did three in a day? A day’s writing can leave you feeling like that. And then it has to be slumped in front of neighbours on the tele, you can’t do anything further.

**Q I don’t believe you slump in front of Neighbours!

A** I love soaps, anything with a narrative in them.

**Q I’ve read you’re not like many other writers who will put off writing for as long as they can, you are actually very disciplined, aren’t you?

A** It doesn’t mean I don’t suffer from that feeling. I do. I dread not being able to do it again. But I have learned the only way to feel better is to sit down and try. Yes I am disciplined. I set myself so many thousand words a week and if I have a day when I do something else I make myself make up for it. So it’s pretty focussed. But it ought to be! It’s a profession, you can’t treat it as an idle hobby. It’s got to be taken as seriously as any other job.

**Q Do you work more in the city or in your home in the Cotswolds?

A** London is easier because there are fewer interruptions. In the country there’s…people. A lovely lady who’s helped clean the house for 20 years, there’s a chap in the garden and my lovely PA and people ringing the doorbell….”Ooh! Are you writing?” London, I can be much more anonymous. I don’t have any help of any kind in London, deliberately. Sometimes it’s just wonderful knowing there’s a blank, empty day. And I’m not going to be interrupted. Nobody’s going to come and tell me “there’s no Hoover bags”.

**Q Any nice love affairs or relationships in your life?

A** All I can tell you is that I’m having a very nice time. I am living alone but I’m not always alone. It’s a very good stage of life, I think, if you’re a woman of independent means – and I emphasise that, I’m well aware of how much difference it makes having enough money – it’s a very good stage to be on one’s own. In wouldn’t say this if I hadn’t had family life and children and that will always come first. And I’ve been on my own now for quite a long time now, about 5 or 6 years and I find whenever a relationship approaches anything that even smacks commitment I’m like a modern young man of 20 and I bolt! I don’t want this wonderful freedom curtailed. I don’t want someone saying why can’t I see you this weekend and I say because I’m looking after the grandchildren. That’s what I want to do. I hope this happy stage lasts. But I have to say it’s very nice.

**Q Could you nominate a positive and a negative about being a successful and a famous writer?

A** A positive without any hesitation is the readership. It’s absolutely incredible and the amazed, touched, delighted, warmth it generates in me never diminishes. When I was in Sydney earlier this year, when I walked into that ballroom in the hotel and found it completely full…there isn’t a positive to equal that. And lots of them, I knew had driven for hours and made arrangements to be in Sydney and then it was repeated in Brisbane. That readership response is just something I will never ever get over. Or ever cease to be humbled by and grateful for, it’s wonderful. The downside? Well I’ve had some very unpleasant brushes with the media and even I can take the media making unpleasant stuff up about me and promulgating it, but I do mind deeply on behalf of my innocent family who get dragged in, get mentioned. I really hate that. It’s all very well to attack someone who’s visible but my mother’s been door stepped by the tabloids! They were looking for a non-existent toy boy. They thought she might be harbouring him. Keeping him warm for me! It doesn’t happen to me all the time and I owe the media a very great deal. There are some simply wonderful journalists who have made a significant difference to my career.

**Q You write with great heart and compassion and I was wondering if anyone in particular instilled those qualities in you?

A** No particular person. During my life it’s been a raft of people who haven’t let me down. I would certainly identify an enormous number of other women. Not just family. I just had a fairly significant birthday and my daughters are organising for me next Saturday a lunch for 20 women from every stage of my life who have remained very close friends. So they start with somebody who was my sister-in-law from my first marriage and I’ve known her since she was four. And I’m godmother to one of her children. And somebody from when I was a teacher, she was my first A level student and she’s still a friend. It’s these milestone women, (I could honestly have had fifty but I had to choose just the 20) and their loyalty. The thing about them not being family is that they have chosen to stay close to me. Of course I now know all kinds of celebrated people, but my circle of friends who I rather rely on, have been the same for 30 years. So I think if there is an answer to your question it lies very largely with them.

**Q How many grandchildren do you have?

A** Two of my own. My eldest daughter has two little things and my eldest step-son who I’m very fond of, and very close to, he has two little things too and I am a kind of honorary grandma.

**Q Is being a grandmother a good experience?

A** It’s staggering. I couldn’t believe how wonderful it was. You sort of feel your purpose one earth has been completed. You’ve produced a child who’s produced a child. Fine, don’t need to write another book really (laughing). I absolutely adore it.

**Q How old were you when you read your first Anthony Trollope book?

A** Oh, quite old. I was an under-gradiate,19 or 20. I refused too as a teenager – I took one look and thought how old fashioned!

**Q Which one did you read?

A** I think it was Miss Mackenzie, it’s a brilliant story about a woman who comes into money and how people react differently to her.

**Q Thank you very much for your time.

A** I am so thrilled the magazine has chosen my book – I have such a soft spot for Australia. I love coming there. This particular choice means more to me than a lot of the others. I am really touched. Please give my love to the staff at The AWW and to Sydney! I wish I was there.

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Exclusive extract: brother and sister

EXCLUSIVE EXTRACT FROM JOANNA TROLLOPE’S NEW NOVEL, BROTHER & SISTER, selected as the Great Read in the February issue of The Australian Women’s Weekly and published by Bloomsbury.

Natalie had been four when David came to join her. She’d been expecting a baby, not a silent, toddling boy with a big head and big soft hands that eh wanted to lay on everything that was hers. There seemed to be, implicit in the way everyone treated David, an extra sympathy and sorrow, so that his speechlessness was allowable, even admirable, and so was the fact that he was ruthlessly determined one second and completely withdrawn the next.

‘Don’t be cross with him, Nathalie,’ Lynne and Ralph would say. ‘He’s only little. He can’t help it.’

Privately, Nathalie thought that they could have helped it by not bringing David home in the first place. Life had been fine, without David, there had been no need for David. Adding David to the house on Ashmore Road seemed a peculiarly unnecessary, arbitrary thing to do. A baby would have been fine, a baby in a cot or a pram; a baby would not have wanted to challenge or take over the life that Nathalie and Ralph and Lynne had built up together. Nathalie sense, even at four, that she could have accommodated herself to a baby.

She shut her bedroom door against David. She put her toys in places where David, even though he was learning to climb, couldn’t reach. She ate without looking at him and, when he misbehaved at meals, as he often did, hurling his plate to the floor and letting food fall out of his mouth and spill down his front, she fixed her attention on something quite different and stared at it until her eyes watered. When David made Lynne cry with frustration, Nathalie would scream too, to show Lynne that she had good reason for crying. She fought Ralph when he tried to dress her for nursery school and, when he remonstrated, she looked blank and went speechless, like David.

She knew she hated him. She also knew that to say she hated him was not just not allowed, but utterly forbidden. Nobody had ever spelled this out to her, but something in the almost reverential pity that surrounded David made her realise that there were some areas of human conduct that were so fenced about with outrage that penetrating them brought a personal penalty you might have to pay for the rest of your life. She had a sense that if she went down the path of saying she hated David, she could never go back. She could say she hated his big head and his dribbling and his dirty nappies and his persistence, but she couldn’t say she hated him. It wasn’t that she wanted to – she’d have liked him to stay blob-like for ever – but that he wanted to respond to her. When she came near him, his eyes lit up and his hands went out. She hated his hands. They were always sticky.

It took him years to win her over. Lynne told friends that it broke her heart to see David struggling for Nathalie’s attention, never mind her approval. Of course she couldn’t expect a little girl to appreciate the double deprivation of David’s parenting – first the loss through adoption of his birth mother, then the second one of his first adopted parents in a coach crash on holiday in France – but it was as if Nathalie had hardened her heart to David without even thinking, without even looking at him in the first place.

‘And he loves her,’ Lynne would say, her eyes filling at the thought of David’s infant unrequited emotion. ‘You can see it in his little face. He loves her.’

Even then, Nathalie was suspicious of the love word. Lynne used it a lot. Lynne said that she loved Nathalie and so did Ralph, and they loved her especially because they had chosen her to be their little girl. If you are chosen, Lynne said, that makes you special. But Nathalie was as suspicious of being special s she was of the love-word. It seemed to her, sitting on Lynne’s knee in her pyjamas (pale-yellow, printed with rabbits), that when Lynne talked about love and specialness she wanted something back. She wanted Nathalie to gather up all this stuff, and a bit extra, and to give it back to Lynne, like a present, a present which would somehow, obscurely, make Lynne feel better. And Lynne needed to feel better, always. Something in her thin, kind, anxious face made you realise that she carried some sort of ache around, all the time, and she thought that you, in your yellow pyjamas, could assuage that ache and comfort her.

But Nathalie couldn’t do it. She liked Lynne. She liked Ralph. She liked her life in the house on Ashmore Road and her bedroom, and most of the food that she was offered, and going to school. But she couldn’t go further than that. She couldn’t fling herself at Ralph and Lynne and want to lose herself in them, partly because she didn’t feel the necessary urgency and partly because she couldn’t give Lynne what she seemed to want in case Lynne wanted more and more and more until Nathalie was entirely sucked up into her, like carpet fluff going up the vacuum-cleaner tube.

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Arthritis – the good news

Taken from The Australian Women's Weekly's health title Arthritis: the good news. Buy the Book.
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Pilates

There is a sport for everyone. Get inspired and try something new. Read on - pilates just might be the fitness solution you've been looking for.

There is a sport for everyone. Get inspired and try something new. Read on – pilates just might be the fitness solution you’ve been looking for. What’s it all about? Pilates is being hailed as the “new yoga”, especially in Hollywood circles. Apparently Madonna credits it to her continued strength and other celebrities have signed up to the new fitness craze. Although not quite as ancient as yoga, Pilates is not that new either, being founded around 80 years ago. It’s simply become hot recently as it attracts celebrity attention. Although the hottest of hot is “Yoaglates classes” which are a mixture of the two! Pilates is a form of exercise which involves mind and body in a combination of stretch and strengthening activities. All the moves are done slowly and require intense concentration on particular muscle groups. In a Pilates studio the sessions are done in small groups using equipment like ropes and pulleys. Pilates concentrates on building your core strength – the muscles that support your back and spine. The benefits are muscle toning, tighter abs, increased flexibility and lowered stress levels. Who’s it for? Individual Pilates sessions can be tailored to focus on a particular problem such as a bad back or neck strain. Instructors work on a rehabilitation program to get your body back on track. Others seek out Pilates simply as a fresh approach to their fitness training, and as a way to achieve tone and flexibility. Josef Pilates, the founder, explained his own definition of fitness as

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Top 10 low gi snacks

Snacking is an important part of any healthy eating plan. But what to snack on during that mid-meal break? Karen Inge gives you her top ten treats.

Snacking is an important part of any healthy eating plan. But what to snack on during that mid-meal break? Karen Inge gives you her top ten treats. What’s GI? GI is the abbreviation for glycemic index, the new way of ranking carbohydrate foods. GI measures the rise in blood sugar levels after you eat foods containing carbohydrates. Some foods raise blood sugar levels rapidly to a high level and these are called high GI foods. Low GI foods tend to raise blood sugar levels gradually over a longer period of time. Low GI benefits? Low GI foods are more likely to keep you feeling fuller for longer than high GI foods. They are also more likely to provide a sustained release of energy, so that you can do more mental or physical activity before looking for the next snack or meal. For these reasons, low GI foods are a great choice for anyone wanting to lose weight. Why go low GI with snacks? By incorporating some low GI foods into your meals and going for low GI snacks you will assist your weight loss goals. Snacking is important to keep up your energy levels and curb hunger pangs between meals and low GI choices are more likely to work on both fronts for longer than other foods. The best way to snack right is to remember to pack and carry before you leave home. The Top 10 Low GI Snacks

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Get motivated

How to find motivation to get started and keep going with your New Year weight loss goals?

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How to find motivation to get started and keep going with your New Year weight loss goals? Be Realistic The problem with common New Years resolutions is that we set ourselves changes that mean a major shake-up in our lifestyle and are simply too drastic to stick to in the long-term. Most of us are creatures of habit to a large extent and don’t react well to rapid change or going “cold turkey” on our favourite things. The key is to set yourself realistic goals that fit in with your lifestyle, and to aim for long term benefits, rather than short term gains. Make a fresh start New Year is a great time however to make a fresh start with healthy lifestyle goals. Putting one year to bed and starting anew can be just the motivation some people need to get started. And getting started is the key. We can all fall into a rut and put off the things that we know should be a priority in our life. The magic of success comes when you allow yourself time to adjust to change, take things gradually and trick your body and mind into accepting the “new” as the “everyday”. Start today So, if you’ve been putting off a weight loss plan, why not decide to start today and make one small change towards your goal. You might simply switch your milk from reduced fat to skim, or add a walk after your evening meal. Here are some other ideas on how to get started:

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Q&a: Anne Tyler

Published by Chatto & Windus, and selected as the Great Read in the January issue of The Australian Women's Weekly.

Published by Chatto & Windus, and selected as the Great Read in the January issue of The Australian Women’s Weekly. Q Your book, The Amateur Marriage, begins during the war years – what prompted you to start your story at that particular time? A. Practical reasons, at first. I had to begin the story far enough back to show the whole history of the marriage. But what I didn’t foresee was the great pleasure of settling into the 1940s. The music, the clothes, the street scenes, and above all the general innocence and optimism were so appealing, I hated to leave that time behind. When I reached the 50s I thought, “Oh, drat, on to the bland years.” Q. You were too young to remember WWII, so I imagine that recreating the mood involved considerable research, or was it pure imagination? A. I must confess to relying heavily on a daughter who knows how to work the internet. ‘What perfume did women wear in those days?’, I’d ask her, and zip, zip, she had the answer – not only the brand name, but she could have ordered me an actual bottle! (I’m very impressed with the internet.) Originally I had thought, too, that I could quiz my parents and their friends, but it turns out that people tend to forget the kind of trivia that novelists need. For instance, blackouts: did they have to have their blackout curtains closed every single night, or only when the air-raid siren sounded? Nobody could remember. In the end, it was a friend slightly older than I – someone who’d been 8 or so during the War – who came up with the answer. Q. Was there really a Polish quarter at that time in Baltimore? A. There was, and there still is – a thriving one, although more assimilated now than in the old days. Q. Why did you choose to make some of the main characters Polish? A. I’ve always had the feeling that the characters in my novels are steadily populating a little town–a sort of alternate-universe Baltimore. So far my people have been mostly “white-bread” types. I thought I’d like to add a group with a richer ethnic heritage. Q. Michael and his mother come from a small, tight-knit community – I loved it and it made me think that nowadays they don’t really exist (apart from those horrible gated communities – sorry, hope you don’t live in one), and that we have lost something valuable because of it – would you agree? A. I do agree. I can’t tell you how wistful I felt as I dealt with those neighbours coming and going, gossiping, commiserating, comparing each other’s potluck dishes. It’s my impression that some of that may still exist in the ethnic sections of Baltimore, but as more young outsiders move in, it’s dying out. Q. I found Pauline in her red coat a startling piece of imagery (made me want one) – was that just the stroke of a pen or did you once own a red coat and have fond memories of it? A. I’ve never owned a red coat; I’m not the type who could carry it off. Which illustrates the great joy of writing fiction: I got to carry it off vicariously. Q. Like many of the women in the book, I felt swept up by the romance of war – why did people respond like that to something so ghastly. Was it naivety and innocence and the lack of TV? A. That’s a question that interests me enormously. We have not responded that way to any war within my memory, certainly not Vietnam, not the first Gulf War or (heaven forbid) Iraq. I suspect that a great part of the reason was the vagueness of war’s image in people’s minds. They had nowhere near the clear and horrifying picture that television gave us later. Q. Are you impulsive – or have you always been a more circumspect, careful person? A. Oh, definitely circumspect, to a fault. That’s another example of vicarious living–I loved being inside Pauline’s head for a while, following every passing whim as it took hold of her. Q. Michael and Pauline’s marriage was ‘amateur’ because their decision to marry was so impulsive – but I was thinking that all marriages are amateur in the sense that they’re built on a romantic ideal that cannot possibly survive the realities of two people living together for a long time? A. You are expressing exactly the thought that I hope will occur to my readers. All marriages ARE amateur, really. I can’t even count the friends who have told me that if they’d known what they were getting into when they married, they’d never have dared to do it. I suppose it’s just as well we embark upon marriage so blindly. Q. I found Pauline exasperating but likeable and she was kind – look at how good she is with Pagan. How would you describe her? A. I think that it is precisely those qualities that make her so difficult. Her impetuousness, her unpredictability, her violent extremes of mood were her virtues. She was warm and empathetic and full of vitality, and she added more colour to Michael’s life than he ever could have hoped for on his own. Q. Who is your favourite character in the book and why? A. To my surprise and relief, it’s Pauline: relief because my fear, all along, was that I might be creating a good person/ bad person marriage, which would not be half as interesting as a marriage of two good people who go wrong when they’re together. I had worried I was weighing the scales toward Michael, who is certainly the more reasonable and introspective one. But by the end of the book, it was Pauline I missed the most. Q. Do you see their marriage as a big mistake? A. Oh, yes. Clearly they married for all the wrong reasons, even if they’re reasons every one of us can understand. But they also brought so much to each other. Different choices of mates – say a nice Polish girl for Michael, a WASPy ex-classmate for Pauline – might not have given their lives the same depth. Q. Did they stay together for so long because of love or because their lives were so knitted together, it was difficult to untie them? A. I’m not sure they were fully aware that they had any other option. At least from here, it looks to me as if divorce didn’t come so quickly to mind for people in the old days. Q. Do you still believe in marriage? A. For childbearing couples, I do. Children need two parents. (At least! I remember thinking that three would be even better.) And I like to see two gray-haired people holding hands and tottering along side by side; that always gives me a pang. Q. The sixties had a big impact on the family in your book, how were you affected by that period, and were you ever a hippy or a protest marcher? A. By the time the 60s were in full swing, I was married and living in Canada, well out of it all. Earlier I had participated in my share of civil rights marches and anti-war protests, but then my parents had as well; so you couldn’t call it a rebellion of any sort. Q. Did you experience any of the San Francisco depicted in your book? A. No, none – just the TV glimpses Michael refers to. Then while I was writing the book, I walked around the Haight-Ashbury section just to get a sense of that after-the-party atmosphere. It’s pretty drab and dead now. Q. This is your 16th book – correct? Do the words and story ideas keep tumbling out or do you sometimes find it hard to conjure up a story? A. Oh, my goodness, they’ve NEVER tumbled out! Finding a plot has always been hard for me. (And sometimes, if you’ve noticed, I just go ahead and write the book without one.) I have to sit down and really work at it, concoct something that feels forced and artificial at the start but then comes to life as the characters take over. Q. Can you imagine a life without writing? A. I can’t. It’s an addictive occupation, with its sense of leading alternate lives and that thrilling, miraculous moment when the characters start telling the story. I believe that if you said, “From now on you’ll just be writing for your desk drawer,” I would still have to go on working. Q. You have chosen to live a quiet and private life, avoiding the media blitz – why is that? A. I always say that asking a writer to “go public” is like telling a baker, “Since you bake bread, we’d like you to perform a ballet for us.” By nature, I just prefer to be private, and having written a novel doesn’t alter that. Q. By keeping a low profile, does this mean that you can be quite anonymous and where you live, no-one in the street or supermarket ever says ‘ you’re that famous writer!’ A. Nobody gives me a second glance. Q. Have you ever done a national publicity tour that included the whole shebang – press, book signings etc and if so, how was it? A. Never. I think it would truly destroy me. Q. Do you have what most people would consider a conventional life? A. It’s so conventional it would put you to sleep just hearing about it. Q. Have the film rights to The Amateur Marriage been sold? A. I don’t think so, but I’m always the last to know. My agent handles those mysteries. Q. To whom are you dedicating this book? A. To no one. Actually I’ve dedicated only one book–the one that came out just after my husband’s death, which I dedicated to his memory. Q. Have you ever been to Australia or plan to visit? A. I never have, although it’s one place that really interests me. I used to work in a library with a wonderful woman from Australia, and something about the way she described the air, of all things the way it felt on her skin (I guess she was homesick) made me long to go there.

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Extract: the amateur marriage

This book, published by Chatto & Windus ($32.95), has been selected as the Great Read in the January issue of The Australian Women's Weekly. On sale in major book stores everywhere, it will display the red and gold Great Read sticker, recommending it as the outstanding book of the month. The following extract is taken from the first chapter:

This book, published by Chatto & Windus ($32.95), has been selected as the Great Read in the January issue of The Australian Women’s Weekly. On sale in major book stores everywhere, it will display the red and gold Great Read sticker, recommending it as the outstanding book of the month. The following extract is taken from the first chapter: Anyone in the neighbourhood could tell you how Michael and Pauline first met. It happened on a Monday afternoon early in December of 1941. St. Cassian was its usual poky self that day – a street of narrow East Baltimore rowhouses, carefully kept little homes intermingled with shops no bigger than small parlors. The Golka twins, identically kerchiefed, compared cake rouges through the windows of Sweda’s Drugs. Mrs Pozniak stepped out of the hardware store with a tiny brown paper bag that jingled. Mr Kostka’s Model B Ford puttered past, followed by a stranger’s sleekly swishing Chrysler Airstream and then by Ernie Moskowicz on the butcher’s battered delivery bike. In Anton’s Grocery – a dim, cram-packed cubbyhole with an L-shaped wooden counter and shelves that reached the low ceiling – Michael’s mother wrapped two tins of peas for Mrs. Brunek. She tied them up tightly and handed them over without a smile, without a “Come back soon” or a “Nice to see you.” (Mrs Anton had had a hard life.) One of Mrs Brunek’s boys – Carl? Paul? Peter? They all looked so much alike – pressed his nose to the glass of the penny-candy display. A floorboard creaked near the cereals, but that was just the bones of the elderly building settling deeper into the ground. Michael was shelving Woodbury’s soap bars behind the longer, left-hand section of the counter. He was twenty at the time, a tall young man in ill-fitting clothes, his hair very black and cut too short, his face a shade too thin, with the dark whiskers that always showed no matter how often he shaved. He was stacking the soap in a pyramid, a base of five topped by four, topped by threeàalthough his mother had announced, more than once, that she preferred a more compact, less creative arrangement. Then Tinkle, tinkle! And Wham! And what seemed at first glance a torrent of young women exploded through the door. They brought a gust of cold air with them and the smell of auto exhaust. “Help us!” Wanda Bryk shrilled. Her best friend, Katie Vilna, had her arm around an unfamiliar girl in a red coat, and another girl pressed a handkerchief to the red-coated girl’s right temple. “She’s been hurt! She needs first aid!” Wanda cried. Michael stopped his shelving. Mrs Brunek clapped a hand to her cheek, and Carl or Paul or Peter drew in a whistle of breath. But Mrs. Anton did not so much as blink. “Why bring her here?” she asked. “Take her to the drugstore.” “The drugstore’s closed,” Katie told her. “Closed?” “It says so on the door. Mr Sweda’s joined the Coast Guard.” “He’s done what?” The girl in the red coat was very pretty, despite the trickle of blood running past one ear. She was taller than the two neighbourhood girls but slender, more slightly built, with a leafy cap of dark-blond hair and an upper lip that rose in two little points so sharp they might have been drawn with a pen. Michael came out from behind the counter to take a closer look at her. “What happened?” he asked her – onl her, gazing at her intently. Get her a Band-Aid! Get iodine!” Wanda Bryk commanded. She had gone through grade school with Michael. She seemed to feel she could boss him around. The girl said, “I jumped off a streetcar.” Her voice was low and husky, a shock after Wanda’s thin violin notes. Her eyes were the purple-blue color of pansies. Michael swallowed. “A parade’s begun on Dubrowski Street,” Katie was telling the others. “All six of the Szapp boys are enlisting, haven’t you heard? And a couple of friends besides. They’ve got this banner – Watch out, Japs! Here come the Szapps! – and everyone’s seeing them off. They’ve gathered such a crowd that the traffic can hardly get through. So Pauline, here – she was heading home from work; places are closing early – what does she do? Jumps off a speeding streetcar to join in.” The streetcar couldn’t have been speeding all that fast, if traffic was clogged, but nobody pointed that out. Mrs. Brunek gave a sympathetic murmur. Carl or Paul or Peter said, “Can I go, Mama? Can I? Can I go watch the parade?” “I just thought we should try and support our boys,” Pauline told Michael. He swallowed again. He said, “Well, of course.” “You’re not going to help our boys knocking yourself silly,” the girl with the handkerchief said. From her tolerant tone, you could see that she and Pauline were friends, although she was less attractive – a brown-haired girl with a calm expression and eyebrows so long and level that she seemed lacking in emotion. “We think she hit her head against a lamppost,” Wanda said, “but nobody could be sure in all the fuss. She landed in our laps, just about, with Anna here a ways behind her. I said, ‘Jeepers! Are you okay? Well, somebody had to do something; we couldn’t just let her bleed to death. Don’t you people have Band-Aids?” “This place is not a pharmacy,” Mrs Anton said. And then, pursuing an obvious connection, “Whatever got into Nick Sweda? He must be thirty-five if he’s a day!” Michael, meanwhile, had turned away from Pauline to join his mother behind the counter – the shorter, end section of the counter where the cash register stood. He bent down, briefly disappeared, and emerged with a cigar box. “Bandages,” he explained. Not Band-Aids, but old-fashioned cotton batting rolled in dark-blue tissue the exact shade of Pauline’s eyes, and a spool of white adhesive tape, and an oxblood-colored bottle of iodine. Wanda stepped forward to take them; but no, Michael unrolled the cotton himself and tore a wad from one corner. He soaked the wad with iodine and came back to stand in front of Pauline. “Let me see,” he said.

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Relieve computer neck

Sitting at a computer all day can be a real pain in the neck. If you are reading this, you're probably sitting at a computer right now. Check your posture, and try these simple stretches. Your body will thank you.

Sitting at a computer all day can be a real pain in the neck. If you are reading this, you’re probably sitting at a computer right now. Check your posture, and try these simple stretches. Your body will thank you. Working at your computer doesn’t have to tighten your neck and shoulders. You can prevent stiffness by sitting correctly, using a chair that encourages you to sit with your lower back curving in towards your stomach and your torso centred over your hips. Keep your shoulders back and low (not inching up to your ears) and your head straight. Additionally, you can relieve neck and shoulder tension with these yoga-inspired stretches: BACK SOOTHER Hold the edge of your desk with your hands shoulder-width apart, then scoot your feet backwards until your spine is flat and parallel to the floor. Breathe in, push against the desk with your hands, drop your head between your arms, and breathe out. Hold the stretch for a few breaths, then breathe in as you stand up. NECK NOD Drop your chin forward a few inches, about halfway to your chest. Keeping your chin pointed down, turn it towards your right shoulder. Raise your right arm over your head and place your right pal on the back left side of your head, pushing very gently until you feel a stretch up the left side of your neck and shoulder. Hold for three breaths, then repeat on the other side. (Note: If neck or shoulder pain is severe, and accompanied by headaches or numbness, seek professional advice from a chiropractor, masseur or osteopath.)

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