#1105 Stepping into a different space

It’s good to take yourself out of the box.

To move out of your comfort zone. You might be fearful, feel anxious, stressed or even overwhelmed by it.

Hell, you might even encounter road closures and swarms of people as you go out to seek ‘it.’

The point of difference. Something beautiful to look at. Somewhere beautiful to be in.

Mine wasn’t so severe today… the dramas. But I still had to beat traffic, event-based road closures and never-ending crowds to get there.

I was sure glad when I got there.

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It was so light. So pretty. Spending the afternoon with bestie made it all the more magical and nostalgic.

Great conversation. Like minds. Different lives. Unified time.

Bound by sweet treats and scrumptious tea. πŸ™‚

It was great to get out of the daily grind, and into a different space.

There is so much to explore out there, and I think this year will be the year for it.

β™₯β™₯β™₯

#1099 The detail in the picture

A picture can tell a thousand words…

You know what I love about this picture?

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It’s not the princess costume baby girl gained from her cousins yesterday (that she wants to live, breathe and do everything in)

It’s not how she’s acting like a hairdresser and brushing my besties hair

It’s not even that ball, far away in the background, that shows she doesn’t quite listen when we say no kicking inside!

It’s that hand

That soft, sweet hand, resting on my bestie’s shoulder.

That, action.

β™₯Β it.

#968 My nightgown

I was thinking at about 8:30pm tonight, how I was at a virtual loss as to what to write about for today’s gratitude.

My usual back-up, the sunset? I hadn’t taken a pic. Damn. It hadn’t been anything extraordinarily vivid or eye-popping, but still, with it’s pink and orange-streaked hues that shone through the heavily cloudy sky, I knew it would have more than sufficed…. if there was photographic evidence.

Damn.

I thought and I thought. I recalled the day. Looked around me for inspiration.

I deduced it to the most simplest of things.

“What is the most basic of things I can be grateful for…?”

And then, it just hit me. One of my most favourite things, which I am not overexaggerating, is most likely most other people’s favourite things.

The nightgown.

Not only is it purple, one of my fave colours, but it is super soft and comfy, and sticks lovingly to my body…

Do you know how long I have had this nightgown for? 14 years. I don’t think I have owned an item of clothing AND worn it for that long, so that has to be some kind of major record. But I know it’s history so well, because it was bought for me by my best friend for my 21st birthday… and OMG, it has lasted the test of time. Just realising how old it is, yet how incredibly decent it looks, makes me appreciate it all the more.

(baby girl on the left, me on the right πŸ™‚ )

Why replace something, when it fits so right, when it makes me so happy, and keeps me so warm?

You DON’T.

Ahhh, the nightgown. Comfort at its finest πŸ™‚

(Snuggling into it as I write…. πŸ˜‰ )

Hands up if you love yours!

#839 Saturday night friend vibes

The night started off as a catch-up between old friends.

Dinner, antipasto, and a fireplace beside which baby girl could draw.

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Ahh, so soothing for a cold Winter’s night in early June.

And as with old friends, things can change suddenly…

Delightful tea mugs…

To cuddle time between bestie and baby girl…

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To then full-fledged passionate essays about the greatest artists of all time as shown on the YouTube channel!

Shouting! Standing from sheer inability to sit still! Fist bumps! We went from an easy cruise down a scenic coastal road to speeding down a tight and narrow laneway at over 100km an hour!

Success in a night is evident in that the vibe can change from mellow and easy to loud and boisterous, and yet the love, respect and admiration for one another in the room still remains.

It was one of those “we’re leaving now” nights… where we left 3 hours after the first mention.

But coming home late from a great night out, is a problem I am happy to have πŸ™‚Β β™₯

 

#685 Baby girl and besties

It’s a beautiful thing to catch up with old friends. It’s even better, when your child welcomes them with open arms.

And hugs.

And kisses.

And jumps all over them.

And plays with them.

And tells them they are her best friends in “whole my world.”

Not ‘my whole world.’

WHOLE MY WORLD.

That is more special. Or should I say, special more.

It was a great night for us all, and every time we vow we won’t leave it so long ’til the next catch up… and then LIFE catches up, but still, we keep on trying. That is the thing with real friends, no matter what, you always try.

You are together for the night, and time flies and you don’t realise how much time has passed, because time feels like nothing at all when the company is so precious.

There was talking, laughter and music, and baby girl took photographic evidence to document IT ALL.

See, this is our Christmas tree all lit up

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Then this was some of our song selections for the night

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This is the side of Bestie, her hubbie Hubbex, and Hubbie all chilling on the couch.

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This is her foot

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And this is me, with her lego so conveniently sprawled along the coffee table, the tree behind me so beautifully hiding the inconspicuously placed fridge that has still not been moved into place following the kitchen reno (have you ever tried to move a fridge?!?!)

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I know, right? You will have to all form an orderly line and wait to see the entrepreneurial photographic genius that is my daughter. Go on. Take a ticket.

Who else posts blurry photos online? NO ONE. See, we’re already winning.

Happy New Year’s Eve EVE everyone. Hope yours was lit up with joy and friendship too.

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#635 KK 2017 edition

Why is it that we wait for an occasion to catch up with those we love?

…with those we can’t get a word in with because the conversation is flowing?

…with those that when ones laughs, so do the rest?

…and when one tears, the others follow suit?

…with those who have been there for far too long?

…with those who know us, inside and out?

Tonight, a tad early in November, me and my high school friends caught up for our annual KK catch up. I wish I remembered the year we started doing this, and who suggested it, and what I got that year and what I bought for someone else… but it has been happening for a WHILE.

Life is busy. We have partners. Kids. Jobs. Responsibilities. Being able to match our schedules with each others is a feat in itself, but with old friends, it shouldn’t be a job… it should be a necessity.

Because it is calming. It releases happy chemicals. You purge. You let out your frustrations. You share funny anecdotes. Like tonight, the top stories were:

Silly husbands

Gorged breasts of breastmilk

“Kids say the darndest things!”

12 year old huskies

Roses

Insane concert tickets prices, and finally –

Meat on steroids

All perfectly NORMAL things to discuss with your besties.

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It was a terrific night, and I love my PA pjs, because you can never have too much Peter Alexander.

“I have too much Peter Alexander!”

SAID NO GIRL EVER.

And a pat on the back for me, as I totally rocked the KK I got for my friend.

Score!

It made me realise a lot of life truths, and the biggest one being, the longer you are friends with someone, the harder it is to separate yourself from them.

And I don’t want to separate myself from these girls, EVER.

And we sure as hell don’t need a reason, like Christmas (though it is a bloody good one!) to make an effort to catch up.

Catching up to see each other is an event in itself.

Happy early Christmas, peeps :):):)

 

 

#628 Coming up Roses

I have been excited, for weeks now.

My roses are BLOOMING.

Blooming I tell you!

By no means are they done, noooooo, not by a LONG shot. I take this post as a rose update, an intermission to the show that is Spring, and I present to you now, the before, and after, which really is the in-between:

Rose Bush #1

Rose Bush #2

Rose Bush #3

Do you know how happy this makes me? I SAVED them! With some terrific tips from bestie of course πŸ˜‰ But what made me even happier than counting the first lot of roses springing forth from Rose Bush #1 one morning, and had a passing neighbour walking her dog hear me and laugh at my childish excitement, was the realisation days ago that Rose Bush #2 is sprouting roses too!

This is amazing you see, because although Rose Bush #1 had a few roses last year after we moved, and the Rose Bush #3 had less roses but with the promise of more, I didn’t even know that Rose Bush #2 was a rose bush AT ALL, as it is so different in appearance, so narrowly long and with small leaves, that I was almost close to chopping the whole thing off all together.

And now it is sprouting little tiny roses!!!!

I am made even more happy, by the fact that this Winter was my first attempt at pruning, and after being completely neglected last year, the roses have still survived. Wow. Talk about endurance. I just can’t even.

Baby girl is just as excited, as you can tell from her small photo bombs throughout the recent pics.

And just for the hell of it, here’s our Birds of Paradise which is coming up nicely too

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Another photo bomb. Blooming brilliant.

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