#761 The nectarine crumble

I’ve found myself doing a bit of baking lately. Maybe it’s the slightly cooler weather, maybe I’ve found some more down time, or maybe I just found myself with a lot of nectarines these past few days.

Maybe I ‘accidentally on purpose’ found myself with a lot of nectarines. Anything to make…


This nectarine crumble. The recipe is originally a peach one, but really, anything goes. And when you eat it, the sugary sweetness of the nectarines complimenting so well against the soft baked pastry crumble, oh. Oh man…

Nom nom nom. Better than any bought sugary treat, because let’s face it, I know what went in there, as opposed to all those other things on the shelves.

Winning 🙂


#760 Sales

Don’t you just love a good sale? Oh, the excitement that follows an email link, a mass sms notification, or a postcard invite in the mail, telling you to put a certain day aside, because –


I got one such sale invite a while back, in the form of a postcard. And what made me more excited, than the realisation I could possibly get some things I’ve been needing to, and the fact that it was on a day baby girl was at kinder, was the further realisation that…

It was the day after pay day.


So today, after kinder drop off, I headed over to Adairs. It’s a huge shop in our town, with an ultra-modern fit-out, and very on-trend. I think even men can be supremely overwhelmed and impressed by what they have on offer (it’s true, Hubbie said so, true story) and so knowing I would be in such a store on my own, lapping up all the beautiful sights and decorative inspiration, well it made me go, ahhh.


What made me even more ahhh was the purchases I made. I was really good and only got one other thing other than what I went in for, which is a feat in itself. My main goal had been new toilet brush and toilet paper holders, and as lovely as they look, let’s face it I ain’t taking photos of toilet accessories to post online.

So instead I have for you my impulsive buy, which was really a good one since it was in a big basket of other like-things up near the counter – bargain:


A new set of pillow cases for our bed. Because what’s better than actually living more and dreaming big?

Oh that’s right. Having it imprinted onto your face while you sleep.



#759 Driving home, alone

I was thinking hard about a novel thing that I was grateful for today. I was at work, doing a late shift, and so my happy moments amidst coffees getting stuffed up, were at a kind of minimal. 

But then, when I got in my car to drive home, I was suddenly at peace.

And it wasn’t the fact that I was headed home… sure, that helped. But rather…

It was the ACT of driving home… alone.


I could do what I wanted, how I wanted, when I wanted.

There was no Hubbie taking over the CD player with his music. Baby girl wasn’t telling me “my song!”

It was late. There were few cars around.

I was alone with the ipod.

I was alone with the CDs.

I was alone with the stereo.

I was alone with my thoughts.

I was driving home, heading home, alone in my car, and I gotta tell you, the peace and tranquility that comes with it, is worth driving to work for 🙂





#758 Her encouraging nature


See that light? You can see the setting sun creating a circle, a halo, far on the water of Port Phillip Bay.

There is a reason why I say that.

Today I did the usual at kinder drop off. I hung around while baby girl settled in, watching her paint, observing the kids around her, looking around while parents came, kissed their little ones goodbye, and then left.

Still, I stayed behind.

A boy saw baby girl painting, and decided he too would paint at the easel next to her. On the smock went, and he reached over to grab a paintbrush sticking out of a cup of blue paint.

He painted somewhat haphazardly, not really sure of what he was doing, glancing over at baby girl, while also distractedly looking around the classroom to see what else was happening. A few minutes passed, and while baby girl was carefully painting with her fourth colour, he took off his smock, and walked off, leaving his painting hanging there.

Baby girl, suddenly noticing his absence, leant over to his easel. (It was a plain piece of paper, with a few streaks of blue. I know kinder art is very preliminary, but this didn’t resemble much of anything).

And viewing his artwork, she said happily “oh, he did a great job!”

My heart SOARED. No, my daughter was not misguided. She was not ignorant in her paintings. She was not daft, and didn’t know the difference between what was good, and what was not.

She had compassion. She held encouragement in her soul.

It was something that lacked in others. It was something that lacked in a similar girl her age, who had seen baby girl drawing a picture at a party, and said to her out loud, in front of me, after I had complimented baby girl on her “great work!” –

“I don’t like it, that doesn’t look nice.”

You see, it’s not about the artwork. Rather it is about the character. For me, it is not whether baby girl turns out to be a Picasso or not. For me, it is about whether she has a heart or not.

I was initially worried when baby girl received that negative comment from that girl. I was worried that the girl’s negativity, rudeness, and mean manners, would rub off on baby girl, and turn her usual bright happy and smiley soul, into a cranky, angry, and negative one.

But then when she said about that boys picture, with the same encouragement as those she looks up to “great job!” I knew we had done something right.

Like a light, encouraging Hope, amidst the darkness.

And here, for arts sake, baby girl against the sunset. Hubbie reckons the power lines kill the photo. But I know what makes it 🙂


#757 Reading books at bedtime

A small realisation today. Because quite often you don’t realise you have succeeded in a vision you used to have a while ago, long after it has come true, and you are actually living it.

I have always loved books, to read, and to write, and I knew that I would make sure books and reading were a big part of baby girl’s early life… I couldn’t control what she did later on, but I wanted to expose her to as much fun, imagination, creativity and wonder that I knew books could bring to her, as I could in this still early stage of parenthood.

And so tonight, as I finished her second book of the night at bedtime, and she then said to me “one more book?” at first I said no.

1, it was getting late and she had an early start for kinder tomorrow.

2, she had had a BIG day.

And 3, well she was stalling – plain and simple.

But, I succumbed, as I always do, because I too, love books. She shuffled onto my lap as I started to read ‘Good Night, Sleep Tight,’ by the Australian children’s writer Mem Fox. We turned page by page, and I sang the rhymes with gusto and enthusiasm, maybe a bit too much for bedtime!… and it was in this moment, I had a pull-back.

I was able to see with clarity, almost in an out-of-body experience, that this is what I had always wanted. The reading to my child at bedtime. The interaction. The fun. The genuine willingness of my child for me to read to them, again and again and again.


So when I finished that book and got out of her bed, and she asked “one more book?”

With all of the above in mind… I had to read one more 🙂


#756 Walk to the Garage Sale

I love those spur of the moment decisions. They happen easily when you have no plans, on a Sunday, and you are driving along and see a garage sale just on the side of the road…

And so you think… “one person’s trash, someone else’s treasure?”

I am not one for garage sales, let’s get that straight here. I need to get rid of my own trash/treasure for goodness sake. But I could tell Hubbie was thinking the same as me, that ‘what if?’ wondering if we might stumble across something that we would just lose our minds over the luck of stumbling across, some insane find like what you see on those trash and treasure shows like American Pickers, Pawn Stars or Bargain Hunt.

We could find an antique vase from the 1800s for all we knew.

And we did stumble across something unexpectedly… money. While walking across the road to get to the garage sale, we saw some broken glass along the edge of the nature strip and road, with loose change scattered all over the ground! Someone’s money jar had broken, or fallen out of a moving car…

One person’s loss, is another person’s gain. We collected about $11 in change, and we’ll try our luck at a lotto ticket this week.

And no, we didn’t find an antique vase at the garage sale… but we did have a long and lengthy conversation with the lady who lived there. 60+, nose ring, hippie and totally with it, this lady was friendly and kind, giving us all manner of information on her plants, fish ponds, and the area that we live in.

We didn’t take away any of her wares, but we walked away with A LOT of her knowledge. It was invaluable.


And as our walk came to an end, I thought to myself that when you play your cards right, you can find treasure, everywhere…

Especially in trash.

#755 Perfect Princess Pampering

Until you are a parent, I think you can’t really understand how seeing your child happy, makes you so happy. Parents are so selfless in this way, going the extra mile, making that extra bit of effort, and going to all ends of the earth, just to see a smile, on an toddler’s often temperamental, dial.

I mean, you don’t even need a special occasion. When baby girl’s cousin’s Mum (whew!) messaged me and showed me some deets for a place that does little girl pampering sessions…

Well, I was sold as soon as I saw the pink bathrobes.


OMG. Like, they could not get any cuter. Our motherly hands and feet were not touched, nor was our hair tended to, drinks provided, and no we did not have Sex and the City on in the background. Instead,


How perfect. Did they know baby girl was in the midst of a massive ongoing Moana marathon?

Watching the girls faces as they got their nails painted, their hair braided, and enjoyed a cupcake and some drink while taking in all of the princess-y comforts, well, it made our hearts sing with happiness.

And the patience? Oh, the patience! They listened and sat still and waited as their female needs were attended to, not once acting like normal 4 year olds who can’t sit still!

What gives? Baby girl, care to be like this at home with me?!

Following their session we walked around the corner to enjoy some pizza and chicken and chips, where the drawings to colour-in just kept on coming. VERY kid friendly.

It was the most perfect of princess pampering days, and the cuteness… please… I can’t, it is so damn cute.


I love it. I love it so much and I didn’t even get it.

That’s called L♥VE.

Princess Pampering, otherwise known as Harmoni, can be found at 3/5 Gloucester Avenue Berwick, for any of my Victorian friends.

They are actually a beauty bar, specialising in hairdressing, all manner of beauty and spa packages, as well as pamper parties (YES!) for kids, teens, AND adults (next time 🙂 ).


And the kid-friendly food atmosphere came from the folks at


74 High Street Berwick

If only all days were as Pretty and Pink like this…