#882 Middle of Winter

I’m going to interrupt your regular social media scroll for a service announcement folks.

Friends, let’s pause for a moment, and PONDER.

We are right in the middle of Winter…

… and we have survived!

Thus far, I should add. But oh, the cause of celebration is magnificent. Because let’s face it… the weather in August gets incrementally better in the sunshine-y direction, and the fact that Winter started so early for us this year in late-May, should mean that it ends just as early!

Yeah right. This is Melbourne we are talking about peeps.

But we can still Hope. And Dream.

And celebrate that we are half-way through Winter.

:):):)

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Photo by Morgan Sessions on Unsplash

 

#881 New pjs

Can we all give a ‘hell yeah’ to pjs?!

They are fairly underwhelming when it comes to comparing them to everyday clothes you buy and wear in the general public. For this reason, I think a lot of people don’t like to spend much money on something that quite frankly, no one but those under your very own roof will see.

I am not one of those people.

Up until recently, my destination sleepwear store of choice was Mr Alexander himself, Peter. I have several winter and summer sets in my top drawer, and consider them an investment, because let’s face it, you wear them over and over and over again.

And I don’t care if no one sees them but my family. Because the most important person sees them day in and day out – ME. I need to feel good and feel comfortable, and looking good is part of the feel-good package.

These have always been my views, and they still are.

But recently, something in me has shifted. Because I’ve noticed, just a little wear and tear on some of my trusty pieces… worn out knees… a slowly widening hole in the armpit…

And I questioned myself “should I step out of my PA circle and buy, another brand of sleepwear?”

Shock horror! Bedtime blasphemy!

And, days ago, I did.

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Now I am not saying I am boycotting Peter’s team, no siree. But considering a lot of their sets can be close to $100, I chose a pant and top combo from Cotton On Body for a mere $40, and the leg warmers on the bottom of my pants are far superior than those from Peter!

:-O

I am grateful for the abundance of sleepwear places we can go to to get our sleepy-time bedwear, and that there is such a great selection to choose from, to accommodate all budgets and bodies.

So, Peter. I still love you. But I think, maybe just for a little bit, we should start seeing other people…

Honestly, it’s not you. It’s all ME. 🙂

#880 Her strong vacuum hold

I was furiously cleaning the house late tonight. I had been out all day which made me unable to do anything earlier, and I was at work most of the day tomorrow. I went from room to room doing various bits and pieces, and then it was vacuum time.

By the time I got to the family room, the large room also known as baby girl’s play area, I had done almost half the house. Knowing I had other things still yet to do, Hubbie kindly offered to take over, and I eagerly handed over the vacuum reigns.

It wasn’t long though, until baby girl joined in.

She is one determined, ferocious, head-strong girl. She wants to do things on her own. Her belief is unwavering, so stubborn and sure she is that she can help you do ANYTHING, and this along with her need to be a big girl NOW, makes for one interesting combination.

She wanted to vacuum, of course. As Hubbie took the head of the vacuum off, using the thin pole to get to some corners and edges, she used the front part, pretending to vacuum the room around her toys.

Then she somehow grabbed hold of the actual pole he was using to clean the tight corners. She cleaned here and there, and he showed her where to point it and where to go.

Then, something else happened. She did a sudden dash. She held the still functioning and attached pole with air sucking through it, and grabbed the head and pole part of the disconnected part of the vacuum, working fast and furiously to get it connected so she could properly vacuum as an adult does.

We watched her from the sidelines, gasping, trying not to laugh.

Her intensity at the task was hilarious. She determinedly, holding the long and awkward poles, clicked them together with determination, and then proceeded to vacuum the room all around her.

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She was rapt. It was like a dream come true. It was as if she had been wanting to vacuum for the whole almost-5 years of her life, and now that she had a hold of the vacuum, she wasn’t letting go.

We let her have her fun, dodging walls and pieces of furniture, before we gently intervened.

Ahh, darling. I took a dozen photos of you only so I can show you this in 10 years time, and remind you of this wondrous stage when you DON’T want to help out your Mum anymore… 😉

 

#879 Wiggly World Cup

The Wiggly tradition continued today.

Us BIG kids (sis and I), took the little kids along the beachside for yet another mid-year intimate (1500 kind of ‘intimate’) Wiggles Show. It was amazing as usual, and every time I see this group I just love them more and more.

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The karma they are getting from making so many children and their parents happy… that power will be able to bring peace on earth in the near future.

It is, truly something special.

And although there were new memories made, like baby girl handing her bouquet of flowers to Lachy, and my nephew getting his own special signed card from all of the Wiggles themselves… something else is at the forefront of my mind, a small moment, that is actually a pretty BIG moment, that nonetheless has me feeling super grateful and happy.

It also, like the Wiggles shows we attend so reliably, has to do with tradition, family, and love… but this moment can perhaps only happen every 4 years, and even then it is not guaranteed.

This lack of opportunity and the fact of pure chance, is what trumps the other moments of the day.

I am of course, talking about the World Cup 🙂

I was awake early this morning for yet another nail biter, though I didn’t anticipate it was going to turn out that way. Croatia were playing against England, and they were down 1-0.

From the way they were playing, I honestly didn’t have high hopes. I was feeling under the weather, super tired, and was questioning if I should have a TV in the bedroom rather than only the lounge room, just so I could fall asleep easier after the fact… when Croatia suddenly levelled when they scored a goal.

Immediately, things changed. Fast forward to extra time, and they scored yet another goal, bringing them in front of England.

I lost my mind.

Goals are hard to come by in soccer. I jumped up on the couch, throwing the cushion around, whispering “yes yes yes!” in a high-pitched tone. Hubbie had just joined me for his breakfast before heading off to work, and looked incredulously between my out-of-control display, to the TV, his luck at having walked in on exactly the right moment to see the winning goal.

There were 11 minutes to go. It wasn’t over. But like I said, goals are hard to come by in soccer.

As we sat there, Hubbie and I, staring at the screen in stupefied shock and all of my World Cup dreams realising before me, we heard some movement behind a door.

We stared at the closed door off towards the bedroom side of the house, and then saw as the handle slowly turned, and baby girl stick her head out from behind it.

She had found us. My celebration as quiet as I had tried to be, had woken her. It was super-early for her to be up, but there was no chance in hell I was going to put her back to bed when there was history-making soccer to be watched.

So in true responsible parenting-style… she stayed up with me.

I rugged her up with throws and blankets, she stared at Hubbie at I in a kind of shock at us sitting on the couch and reacting to TV as strongly as we were, so early in the morning… and then as I explained to her that Croatia were winning, and what was going on, and that Mummy didn’t always get up at crazy hours to jump on the couch over a ball on the TV… she relaxed a little, started mucking about a bit more, and took it all in.

And it was then, that I realised.

She is almost 5. This will surely be her first World Cup Soccer memory. Walking in to find Mum and Dad excited and Mum losing her shit on the couch, over one of the countries she resides from.

And that there. What a beautiful memory. And it means so much to me now, as I know what it will mean to her in the future. Because I’ve had those same memories, and I continue to.

As I’ve said it before… the outcome really doesn’t matter… because it’s the memories that WIN over everything ♥♥♥

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Photo by Davor Denkovski on Unsplash

#878 Kitchen lit up!

***The following blog post is unashamedly, unapologetically, ALL KITCHEN RENO BASED***

It has taken officially 7 months from the bare bones renovation of our kitchen to get new lights installed.

And I am OVER THE MOON.

It wasn’t through lack of wanting new lights. We definitely wanted them. Our old tube fluorescent lighting behind plastic sheeting that looked like it might be some 80s version of a skylight, but an old and dirty and really outdated one, well that had to go.

We just kept changing our mind. That’s what it was. And when we did decide what we were doing, it was deciding what to do with it.

Pick colours, pick lights… and that wasn’t all. Our kitchen guys who we were happy with, well they had all but finished their job… or so it seemed. They went on to start new jobs, move onto new projects, so the whole task of making our minds up about the lights, and their subsequent asses over to our house to help measure and work out the final touches, well it became something like a Freddy Krueger Saturday night special.

As our kitchen man said today “your kitchen has been hanging in my head like a nightmare.”

And we all laughed and laughed and laughed.

Because them not finishing it was our nightmare too.

MWA HA HA.

Anyway, we are ONE BIG STEP closer today. The lights are up. Oh the drama of the lights…. that look now, well, perfect. Absolutely, magnificently, perfect. We had 3 large fittings, and 2 small, but after a deep and meaningful with ‘our’ electrician (so immaculate was his job, he is not just an electrician, he is now OUR electrician) we realised we had to forgo 2 of the large pieces, and only keep 1, to hang alongside the 2 small.

Surely the lighting store will give me my money back? This must happen ALL THE TIME.

I am writing in caps because I AM SO DAMN EXCITED.

ANYWAYS.

Anyways. The panelling went up onto our recessed ceiling… the lights went up… and though the edges of this tray ceiling is not yet 100% complete, and yes, the floor is still not done (because changing mind often, remember?) today was the first time we looked at our kitchen, and truly went

“WOW.”

Our vision is slowly taking place. And it has only taken me years and years to obtain a kitchen like this. So my social media audience waiting another month or so for the floors to get done, and a much yearned for before-and-after picture to take place, well I am sure you can handle it…

But, just because I am feeling generous, here is a photo of the lights, close-up.

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All shiny and happy and bright. :):):)

#877 Shopping with my girl no.8

It is so true that forcing yourself to get out and about when you’re not up for it, can really do wonders for you.

And having a convincing baby girl on board to coax you along, helps too.

As a parent, it’s really hard to say no when your kids are so damn cute and clever.

So, feeling under the weather, light-headed and all spaced out, we headed over to Southland today, amidst headache, crankiness, and cramps…

ALL MINE.

It was great though. After our argument within 10 minutes of being there. We got the shouting out of the way (what will happen to me when she is 14, and not 4?!?!) and then proceeded to actually have, the best day.

Spending money is a really great way to feel better. I know I’ve said this before, but it is so true. We made use of our time, eating and cafe-ing our way throughout the centre, and getting a few bits and pieces along the way too.

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She got a couple of books that she loves, from discovering them at kinder/the library; I got a book on handling fear, something I desperately need as the necessity to share more of my writings and work grows, and with it the inevitable audience which quite frankly SCARES THE SHIT OUT OF ME; some Lego, and a dress for her; and for me/us, a Queen album.

But none of that quite compares to the highlight of our shopping day, which cost absolutely nothing, and gave both baby girl and I insurmountable laughs and joy. Because as we were lunching, I somehow decided to open up my messenger app and show her the filters you could place over our selfie portraits.

What a can of worms… and a fun one at that! We went through filter upon filter, checking them out, watching our faces and features change and distort upon the application, and we roared and shrieked with laughter. We had our lunches half-eaten in front of us, and here we were in a room full of people, cacking up like we were the only ones in it.

It was, absolutely the best. And well, that kind of ruins my earlier hypothesis…

Because it was FREE.

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#876 My arty mug

Well, talk about BALANCE.

After the full-on day that was yesterday, today totally lived up to my wish of doing not much at all.

But amidst all of the nothingness, there was still one thing that provided me with novelty, and it was actually in its reminder of the great day we had yesterday.

Meet, my new mug.

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I think I officially have a thing. I like to purchase souvenirs when I visit interesting places, whether they are from concerts, shows or exhibitions… and mugs seem to be the perfect memory capsule. I mean, I use them, EVERY DAY. You can never have too many. And they are the ideal small-sized reminder of whatever it is you’re remembering, without taking up too much selfish space.

I saw this print somewhere else a while ago, which is why when I saw it again, I knew I had to have it. I think the simplistic representation of each artist’s style via face is excellent, a great resource for any arty novice, and just a cute little joke for anyone with more of a discerning artistic nature.

The mug has already settled in comfortably… in my hand. ♥