My friend, Mel, is a journalist for a local newspaper and spends all of her time interviewing people. She is constantly nagging me to reveal more about myself on my blog, claiming my readers want to know. I have told her that I am not that interesting but she persists, nay insists. So she has given me one of her interview templates to use in this post as a way of enlightening you, my dearest readers, about the real me.
It is kind of like a meme.
Please feel free to use it if you wish.
It’s in a fill in the blanks format.
My earliest memory is…..
my 3rd birthday. I was living in Glasgow, Scotland at the time and it was a crisp, spring day. My mother had knitted me a red cardigan for my birthday with ladybug buttons. I had on a green pleated skirt, white stockings and red Mary Jane’s. I probably looked like I had just stepped out of an Enid Blyton book. I remember standing at my garden gate and saying to our neighbour Aunt Aggie (we called everyone in the street Aunt or Uncle) that it was my birthday and I had a new cardigan. I remember feeling so proud to be 3 years old!
At school I…..
got in trouble for daydreaming and answering questions too elaborately in exams. I was also the only student to bring Sister Benedicta close to apoplexy by telling her my Catholic mother had married a Protestant – my father. I think she regarded me as a little heathen after that!
My first relationship was….
with someone I’ll never forget. He was a sensitive, artistic type who unfortunately loved drugs more than he loved me. We were both 17 and it was too difficult for me to handle his addiction. I have concocted many stories over the years that involved me saving him from his demons like some kind of Buffy-esque figure. In the end he saved himself but he was not the same person I had known at 17.
I don’t like talking about……
stocks, shares, property, equity and so on. I like to get to the nitty gritty, the essence of a person, not their net worth.
My most treasured possession is….
I don’t know if it’s right to call it a possession, but the love of my husband and son. Soppy, but true. Watch out, I feel a bit of Debbie Boone coming on (remember her.) OK, boys, this one’s for you….
“And you, you light up my life, you give me hope, to carry on…”
I wish I had…..
got a black belt in karate like my sister did. I would be kicking butt all over the place.
I wish I hadn’t……
eaten that last square of Dairy Milk chocolate. Sometimes it’s that last square that pushes you right over the edge.
At home I cook…..
soups, pies, salads, cakes, cookies, french toast. You name it, I cook it. But I don’t do tripe or brains. Not ever.
My favourite gadget is….
My Apple Powerbook G4 computer. Me love!
I’m very bad at….
asking for help. I sort of don’t like to bother people. Mel often says to me that if I were drowning I wouldn’t call out to the lifeguard for help in case he was on a break or something. She’s right. I do need to learn to ask for help. I might even start right now. HEEEEELLLPPP. Someone. Anyone. Help me, I’m help-phobic.
I’m always being asked…..
a)have you lived in Australia long? (I have a Scottish accent courtesy of being born in Scotland.)
b) for directions to places, which I hate giving because I am notoriously bad at giving directions but still they keep coming for the directions – enough already, I’m not a tour guide and I get lost on the way to the highway!
It’s not fashionable, but I love….
cheese sandwiches on white bread and a cup of plain, good old-fashioned tea. Not chai, or peppermint or lemon verbena or fennel twig tea. Just plain, straight-up tea.
The last big belly laugh I had was…..
when my son showed us how he’d walk on the catwalk if he ever auditioned for America’s Next Top Model. Even Tyra Banks would have been impressed.
If only I could be sure….
the people I love feel comfortable in their own skins.
Friends say I am….
not good at checking my messages.
The song I’d like played at my funeral is….
anything by Gladys Knight. Boy, can that woman sing.
My greatest fear….
is that the people I love will suffer at some stage in their lives.
At the moment I’m reading…..
The Book Thief by Markus Zusak. It is about a little girl who steals books from book-burnings in Nazi Germany. I am really enjoying it!
At the moment I’m listening to….
The album Dummy by Portishead. Great writing music!
My favourite work of art is…..
Matisse’s The Red Studio.
My worst job was…..
folding bras in a lingerie factory during Summer holidays when I was 15. The bras had to be folded a certain way then placed neatly into tiny plastic bags. You might not think so but the larger the cup, the harder it is to fold. And the bags didn’t get bigger just because the cup size did. Needless to say, I didn’t get the prize for Fastest Folder of the Month.
I often wonder…..
if we look after one another as much as we should.
Well, Mel, I hope you’re happy. That’s it. All about me and then some.
Have a good day, everyone!
Interesting answers! I read The Book Thief recently, wonderful book isn’t it? Dummy is one of my favourite albums too!
Enjoyed reading that. Nice to get to know people a bit better. I love cheese sandwiches, too, but I have them with wholemeal bread and black tea, no sugar.
It’s so morbid to talk about your own funeral, but I’ve insisted on two songs: Woodstock (Matthew Southern Comfort version), and the original theme from Enterprise.
If I’ve gone, the mourners can get spaced out.
I’m not only bad at asking for help, I’m even worse at accepting it. Some people think I am stubborn but like you, I just don’t want to be a bother.
I was surprised to learn you have a Scottish accent, I have a slightly English accent though I don’t hear it myself.
This was great in learning a little bit more about you Selma. Yay for Mel.
Thanks for sharing. How about a picture next time???
I, too, don’t like to ask for help. I’m stubborn (I am a Taurus). About two months ago my back went out, I couln’t stand without holding on to something. My husband was traveling so I had to call my parents for help. I guess the pain surpassed my pig-headedness.
I am HORRIBLE at asking for help.
Although, not quite as bad as you, apparently.
Eventually I end up “asking” – where “asking” means throwing a temper tantrum because “I Just. CAn’t. DO IT. Anymore! WAHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
wow..I love it..more more more! I agree with Mel..I find you fascinating..
“She is constantly nagging me to reveal more about myself on my blog, claiming my readers want to know”
she is right….we do want to know more and more and more.
****LOVED THE INTERVIEW****
“I wish I hadn’t, eaten that last square of Dairy Milk chocolate. Sometimes it’s that last square that pushes you right over the edge.”
Very True. Very True Indeed.
Portishead have a new album out next month!!!! Oh the sweet joy of misery music!!!!!
Ooh, that Debbie Boone bit… that’s what I don’t like to talk about. Hehe!
Also, I’d like to ask your permission to steal this template so I can do one about me too. It’s always a pleasure to let people know who I am, as well as to know who they are.
It’s lovely to know more about you. And the more of these little tidbits you reveal, the more I find I like you (and I liked you tons to start off with). You’re a true gem, Selma 🙂
I LOVE this. And I am also HORRIBLE at asking for help, but I’m not sure if my daughter gets it from me or it’s a woman thing.
This was wonderful to read Selma, thanks for sharing these gems about you! 🙂
CRAFTY GREEN – we have so much in common. I am surprised how profound and well-written The Book Thief is considering the youth of the writer. It has really moved me.
ANTHONY – I like the sandwiches on wholemeal too. Tasty. I was at a funeral recently where they played the theme from Star Wars. Some people thought it was a bit irreverent but I thought it was very fitting considering the deceased was a Science Fiction writer and a Star Wars nut. The song should celebrate the person’s life and who they were, I think.
GYPSY – if I didn’t have Mel to boss me around I’d never get anything done. She actually is like my life coach!
LINDA – I am also guilty of being aTaurus. So sorry to hear about your back. And yes, I will include a photo next time.
BRITT – I am laughing because usually that’s how my cries for help end up – as a bit of a dummy spit (Aussie for throwing a tantrum.)
NECTARFIZZ – you are so lovely. Awww, shucks!
MELEAH – I really have to cut down on my chocolate intake. It’s beginning to get embarrassing. I hope you’re feeling better. I’ve been thinking about you.
BEC – bring on that miserableness. I do love Portishead. It’s encouraging to know some people can earn a living from being miserable. 😉
CHRIS – oh yeah, we won’t venture into Debbie territory. Please use this template by all means. I’ll be interested to read your responses.
DAOINE – oh my dear, the feeling is most definitely mutual. You are the best!
NANNA – I think it could a woman thing or not always wanting to be perceived as the damsel in distress. Hope you’re OK, hon.
VEGGIES – my pleasure. So glad you liked it.
Now I’m in trouble because once Mel gets a whiff that you all liked this, she’ll be coming at me with hundreds of ideas. YIKES!
Told you so. 😀
I love you.
Thanks for the info, Selma, most enjoyable, entertaining,and edifying. Thanks. David
Great answers Selma. I especially liked this one because I feel the same way:
“I often wonder…..
if we look after one another as much as we should.”
Cats are socialized to avoid learning about themselves and their world by observing others. We are taught to privatize, compartmentalize, isolate, and shield ourselves from outside interference. This is a learned behavior and serves to keep us apart.
MEL – you love being right, don’tcha? 🙂
DAVID – glad you liked it. My pleasure.
JOHNNY – we should care for each other more. It’s important.
Amen on that last one.
And I too love those simple cheese sandwiches. Sometimes I’ll go out of my way to get the stuff to make one when I have a craving!
How very interesting! Gladys Knight is sure to be proud.
I loved every word. Thanks to Mel for making you share more of yourself……and please feel free to give us more…..
I’m late…and I’m last, but I thoroughly enjoyed your interview! It’s fun getting to know more about you. I mean, Australian’s with Scottish accents that don’t cook brains and do fold bras (professionally!) don’t come around every day, you know?
You’re not last, Groovy.
Wow, one of my favorite bloggers was a bra-folder. You’ve got some serious mad skillz, m’dear! LOL
Oh, and asking for help? Yeah, not something I’m comfortable doing either.
HILLY – cheese sandwiches rule. Simple but tasty. I get terrible cravings for cheese. I am slightly lactose intolerant but can stomach hard cheese like cheddar. And sometimes I crave it like nothing on earth. Delicious!
MOMO FALI – to me, Gladys is the best female singer ever. She has such depth and richness of tone. I unashamedly love her.
BRENDA – I am delighted to hear from you. Oh, you have made my day. Don’t worry, there’ll be plenty more where that came from now that Mel has had a whiff of encouragement. I dread to think what she’s got planned next!
GROOVY – I don’t like to brag about the bra-folding. It’s a little known skill of mine. But you know, what can I say – being able to fold a bra into a perfect square in under 20 seconds is one of my talents. Some of us have it and some of us don’t. 😉
KAREN – why do we have so much trouble with asking for help? I perplex myself. I’m going to work on it, force myself to ask for help even when I don’t really need it. And yes, the bra-folding. Well, um, just one of those things I picked up along the way. Hahahaha.
These were fun to read. I love your three-year-old’s memory of being proud of your new cardigan. Bra-folding- now that is a talent!! Cool …
kATE – I loved that cardy so much. I felt like a princess in it. Funny how those feelings stay with you!