#526 Blessing in disguise

As it has been for the last little while, we have been thinking and planning for our upcoming kitchen reno. And as I look forward with eagerness to the new, clean, fresh-looking cupboards and benchtops and appliances and work spaces, one little nagging thought has continually entered my mind…

Will I have any more storage space?

Storage for me, is a big thing. I am not just a hoarder. But in the kitchen, I do like to experiment. Cook like this, cook like that. I won’t ever say no to a different recipe, and if I fear a certain way of cooking/preparing/baking a dish, my curiosity and fascination always wins out and I do it anyway.

Curiosity is a powerful force. I find I rarely fail in these endeavours. I’m not saying I’m a Masterchef… but I do well.

So I have bagged up a few or so items/appliances/crockery/servingware in my culinary adventures. And I don’t intend on parting with them anytime soon… in fact, I plan on ADDING to the family.

Sheesh. Don’t tell Hubbie.

Which is why I look with concern as I scan my kitchen, my old, out-dated kitchen, NOW. I stare at it, squint my eyes, and think of the new kitchen… and I honestly don’t think there will be much additional storage.

This is a concern, because as mentioned in a post late last year, I still have about 7-8 boxes crammed-full of kitchen stuff, that currently does not fit in my kitchen. They have been piled into corners elsewhere, but currently are out of action…

Brow-furrowing issue. Hrmmmm….

Cue the inconvenient “gas heater break-down problem,” A.K.A. Blessing in Disguise.

So today, I found out, it probably wasn’t worth fixing our old heater that broke down on us last Friday morning. Sure, it could be repaired…. but after forking out even more $$$, there was no guarantee that another major issue wouldn’t occur for this almost 40 year old (not even exaggerating) heater that was seriously getting on.

Needing a new gas heater throws a spanner in the works, in that it obviously requires $$$, bills are coming in, we are focusing on the kitchen primarily, and also, it will need to be rejigged and refit outside.

Our current gas heater sits inside our house you see, right around the corner from the kitchen. It’s in the hallway, so almost in the kitchen. Ripping the old one out of the cupboard from there, will…

Leave the cupboard bare.

!!!

Despite the $$$ gas heater re-fit bill looming in my head, the storage lover in me could not help but see the beautiful potential.

The potential in turning the old gas heater cupboard, into another pantry/useful cupboard for my kitchen items.

Ta ding!

And just like that, a little bit like when I started this blog and was grateful that when that car hit me that fatefully annoying day in Feb of ’16, I slowly grew to be grateful for the fact that when he hit me, he hit my side, and so the car was less affected, and more easily repaired with just the removal of the back door.

This new gas heater will be a costly and time-consuming exercise, but when it is done, my kitchen will definitely have ample storage… and that, is nothing to squint at.

Grateful for our dying gas heater. Who would have thought?!

 

 

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#525 Small portable heaters

Today I’m loving this girl

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This guy is super awesome too

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I like this black one

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And this emanating one rocks in a real chilled out, undercover way

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This other identical white one is much appreciated

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And even this ancient relic, that DOES blow warm air, while at the same time simultaneously releasing some kind of cold gust from the sides, making you need to turn it off because you just can’t take anymore cold air, well even this one is somewhat liked. Somewhat.

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All of this because our ducted gas heating broke down on us last Friday morning.

I spoke about my love for our ducted gas heating when after ages of trying to get it fixed here after Sea changing (the gas pipe leading into the house had rusted, having had no occupants in here for years before we moved in) we finally got it working after repeated, repeated, repeated visits from our gas heater/ plumbing guy.

Back then he said it was old, but the unit was really good. It was dependable.

Dude, the thing has shit itself half-way into Winter. I don’t call that overly reliable.

When it worked though, it was the BOMB. It heated us up so efficiently and quickly, that honestly, baby girl would be left red-faced as she strolled around the house with no socks. I loved the heater, and it treated us well, until I turned it on one chilly morning last Friday, and waited…

And waited…

And waited…

And then went, “Oh Damn.”

All I can hope is our heater can get fixed soon, and for the smallest amount of $$$ possible. Make it just $. In the meantime though, those above beauties are gold, and actually doing a decent job of keeping various main rooms, bathrooms and bedrooms around the house, cosy.

They are saving us immensely, especially this cold-hating girl. And yet I have to wonder…. who else in this world today, is writing a post about being grateful for a portable heater, huh? I bet you NO ONE.

Challenge: Prove me wrong!

#518 Chaddy shopping day no.2

Considering I practically live in jeans, it’s weird that I only have two pairs that I religiously alternate between.

Well, maybe not so weird. I am a Mum after all, and us Mums are notorious for putting ourselves last ALL THE TIME.

I bought my last black pair of Nobody jeans a good 4 years ago… I know the time roughly because baby girl was not around, at all. Make that, maybe 5 years. That’s a long time to repeatedly wear the same pair, on and off, and further proof of the staying-power and longevity of this Melbourne-based jean legend.

So when my zip broke while at work earlier this week (fortunately at the end of my shift) I knew it was coming time to look at another pair.

Today at Chaddy, the purchases were:

  • a new black pair of Cult Skinny Black Nobody jeans! (why try something else when you’ve found the best?)

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(that’s not me, but they look something like that)

  • a Paw Patrol Chase toy and car, and a Wobbly Worm game
  • and finally, some awesome chocolate and cheese hokkaidos, which were the BOMB

Baby girl and Hubbie spent ages slinging hoops over the ‘wobbly worm,’ a game I think is fantastic for both kids, and their parents, especially at the end of a party where the parents can get just as intense and full-on in their competitiveness, especially when a couple of drinks are involved.

And the hokkaidos, why, oh my. I promise they are not paying me. They are just so damn good!

Shopping day, well spent. 🙂 $

 

 

#511 Frozen Fun

It was always going to be a grateful day when we went to see Disney’s Frozen On Ice. None more so grateful that baby girl herself.

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She dressed up in her finest character-gear – the ‘Anna’ costume (which I secretly revelled in because she was going against the grain of every other girl dressing as Elsa);

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we jumped on a beachside train and had a fun trip into the city alongside other little people dressed as Frozen characters (baby girl became best friends instantly with a girl her age dressed as Elsa);

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and after the show, took a token piece of heavily-overpriced Frozen merchandise home, because you know, Disney marketing.

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Isn’t baby girl the one grateful for all this? Why would I even mention these things when all of the above points would have made HER excited and happy?

It’s because what makes her happy, makes us happy too. Thrilled. It was all done for her, but when you do something for someone out of love, the love just multiplies, until you too, are obsessively in love with Anna and Kristoff, and do a Lleyton-style fist pump when Anna smashes one across Hans’ face.

(Yes).

Such a beautiful day for baby girl, that made us smile, bonded us more as a family, and has left us absolutely pooped TO NO END.

Ahhh. Bed is looking good…

 

 

#484 Half-day Happiness

Today, in our fair state of Victoria, we had what’s known as The Queens Birthday public holiday.

It always falls on a Monday, usually I think, the second one of June. It usually has the majority of workers staying at home, giving a well-deserved and much-needed long weekend break from the already overwhelming Melbourne Winter that really started months earlier.

However there are those unfortunate ones, who work at shopping centres, or at petrol stations, and other almost 24/7 establishments, that don’t get a day off on that day.

Instead, they get overtime 😉

One such person to get this, is Hubbie.

Now usually, my primary concern is days off, NEVER the ‘mula.’ As it is we only ever get one day off a week together, and sometimes that day becomes a big, fat ZERO. None. Nada. Nista. We are much too busy enjoying life and going out and drinking coffee like the true coffee snobs we are, and putting $2 coins into every shopping centre ride baby girl wants, than to worry about ‘money.’

However. Things aren’t now as they always used to be. We have a mortgage. We want to renovate the house (and we keep finding things that need renovating too), and then there are the unplanned for payments, like teeth that need to be removed and replaced, and what-not.

So, both Hubbie and I were glad for once, that he was working today.

I thought I would be cool; I thought I would be happy. And I was. When I saw him for lunch though (he drives home since it is so close) I felt a bit sad that he was going to be heading back to work soon, and it would be hours ’til baby girl and I saw him again. Sure, I could go out. But it was so grey and dreary, drizzly and uninviting outside of the windows, that home was the only place I could imagine being.

And yet, it was simultaneously making me depressed about being on my own.

Yeah. You know all those posts I wrote recently about being sooooo happy to have downtime and be on my own? I think it’s already worn off. So when about 30 minutes after Hubbie headed back, I got a message from him, my spirits started to lift.

‘I’M NOT STAYING ‘TIL SIX.’ (Various happy and celebratory emojis followed)

I, was rapt. WE, were rapt. And when he walked through the door, just before 3pm, baby girl and I did a huge “YAY!”

Gratitude comes often when your expectations are low, and when you practice being grateful in the midst of what you do not have. Case in point today. It’s the little things, but they sure did make our afternoon a very sweet one 🙂

 

#479 (Un) Expected Parcel

Lately it feels like we are BILL-city. We have payments and fees and unexpected notices and amounts outstanding coming out of our every orifice. So it was nice when I received a package today that I’ve been expecting for a few days now…

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I was so happy and surprised to receive a phone call from Harvey Norman late last week, telling me that the photo print competition I had entered only a month or so earlier, when I was printing 200+ photos for memory boards for my parents anniversary party, well, I had won! Well, one of the prizes on offer, which was the above-posted Bluetooth portable speaker!

What a nice and pleasant surprise! We know how cool it is since my bro-in-law has one and positions it around the house depending on where we’re sitting when we’re over, so it’s awesome to think we now have one, and we got it, for free!

Winning a competition! I feel as excited as I did when I won some comps from a kids mag when I was about 11, and got an Ariel doll in the mail…

I’m grateful for unexpected moments like these 🙂 Helps ease bill-tension and stress, too 😉

#478 Turning bad news, into a good day

Anyone who would have seen Hubbie galloping alongside baby girl this afternoon in a playful fashion, laughing excitedly as we all headed hungrily towards the Westfield Doncaster glammed-up food court, would not for a moment have guessed that less than an hour earlier, he was receiving not-so-favourable news.

It wasn’t good news.

You see, he had seen an Endodontist this morning, and had been told that the front tooth he was experiencing some sensitivity with, this tooth that had been hit in a basketball game over a decade earlier, was slowly dying from the root, and his body had been slowly rejecting it all this time.

The tooth, could not be saved. It had to be removed, a denture put in for a while, and then eventually a false tooth to be permanently drilled into his gum.

All for a fair bit of $$$.

As he laughed alongside baby girl, I observed them and you couldn’t really tell who was sillier, who was more childlike of the two. I had to wonder ‘had he just been given bad news?’

Yes, he had. And yet he turned the day around, accepted it for what it was, and despite the knowledge of what was ahead, and the realisation that he could not save his damaged tooth as he had hoped, he looked at the positive and moved forward.

So we had a delicious Schnitz lunch.

We splurged on some clothes from Dangerfield – his and hers.

We had some coffee and cake at Zumbo café – sharing a cronut, and taking no heed of the advice from the Endodontist that sugar can rot your teeth in as little as half an hour after eating it, and that no, brushing your teeth twice a day does apparently jack sh*t towards preventing decay. Yay.

And then later at home, we got some pizza for dinner, danced with baby girl around the kitchen to Wiggles songs (that could have been a gratitude post in itself) and then drank red wine and ate some more doughnuts (you only live once, so screw advice)

It was a great day, and we had a lot of fun.

I feel especially lucky and fortunate to have a man like Hubbie by my side. It wasn’t me instigating the turn around of negative to positive energies today. It was him. ALL him. He was certainly dismayed by the news, and it WAS NOT what he was hoping to hear, at all. But having gone through some serious, heavy shit these last few years, he knew, that in comparison, this was a pebble drop into a pond compared to some boulders he’s seen smash through the smooth surface of pristine waters.

His attitude shift and positivity inspire me, and the fact that he turned something bad, into good, is kind of the point of this blog, isn’t it?

Ain’t love grand 🙂