#1525 Day 27 of getting there: I dyed my hair, yeah yeah

So, I have NEVER coloured my hair on my own, at home, alone.

That statement suggests that I may have coloured my hair at home, but in the company of someone else… and that is totally right. Years and years ago I had bestie do it for me, before baby girl entered the picture, and I am pretty sure it was during my “save money/I can do that” phase.

But only I wasn’t actually doing it… bestie was.

Fast forward to several years later, and now Coronavirus is making me dye my hair at home, properly alone.

Let’s just stop to think about that for a moment. The isolation caused by this virus is making people look within themselves to build things, create things, change things, and be inventive in ways they never imagined they would, or could.

Although it’s not a situation anyone of us want to be in… there’s something exciting and thrilling about that thought. The thought of all of us looking within ourselves to make something in our lives happen, to make something in our lives better.

Including, hair.

Look, I love my hairdresser, and I will happily go back to them after all this is over.

But I totally smashed the hair colouring tonight.

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I couldn’t wait until this isolation blew over, no I sure as hell couldn’t. As it was I was scheduled for my hair appointment the weekend when the virus crisis started to peak… and so I ended up cancelling.

Regrowth and split ends galore. I could deal with the split ends indefinitely, but the regrowth was NOT TO MY LIKING AT ALL.

You know what colour I picked? Bittersweet chocolate. I told Hubbie I picked it because I liked the name and said it suited me at this phase of my life, and he said that sounded just like me, ha ha.

Things are bitter at the moment, but I always try to remain sweet.

And who doesn’t want their hair the colour of dessert?

Hair colouring night… success. πŸ™‚

#1479 The surprise DVD

I definitely wasn’t expecting it. As I wandered into Target this morning, shopping aimlessly like I have been doing since mid last year but with no $$$ (ha ha), thinking how days like this were limited in itself, I saw this huge Frozen 2 cardboard display.

I stopped.

WHAT? The DVD was out already?

I wasted no time in buying it. Surely baby girl would be as surprised as I was. She would be over-the-moon. I would even, tape it.

After school Hubbie turned on the camera on my phone to capture what would undoubtedly be a high-energy moment. Surely she would be ecstatic. Lose her mind. Go ape-shit.

“Baby girl,” I started. “What would be like, the best present ever?”

A huge smile spread across her face as she finished drinking her milk.

“Actually, get off the stool. I don’t want you falling off it when you hear this.”

She got off, and I spent a few moments asking her a series of really generic questions… but then it started to get specific.

“So, who are your favourite dolls to play with?”

“Anna and Elsa.”

SCORE. I knew she would say that.

“And, what’s your favourite Disney movie?”

PAUSE… “Ariel?”

WHAT?

“Ariel? Any others?”

“Cinderella.”

This was NOT going to plan.

“Okay, what about movies you’ve just seen… what was the last movie you saw at the cinemas?”

“Frozen 2.”

Without a word I pulled out the DVD from it’s hiding place and handed it to her. She took it and stared at it, looking it over.

“It’s the DVD! From the movie! Frozen 2!”

She smiled… faintly. I looked at my phone. “You can stop taping now!”

OMG. Her reaction was so underwhelming. I think it was the shock of having it suddenly… there.

But within no time over the course of the afternoon/night, I could hear her singing songs from the sequel with such heart, songs she had only been able to access through small snippets on youtube…

So we got there. Finally.

#1447 Me Time no. 1

I can just as easily have named this a ‘reasons why I love living by the beach’ post with the water being a theme and all once again, but the true intentions of my writing and where I am coming from are so different this time.

Sure, it was hot.

Sure, I wanted to make the most of Summer.

Sure, I wasn’t passing up a hot day offer from Melbourne even if it meant I was alone.

Especially because I was alone. πŸ˜‰

But I’ve been in a funny space lately. Neither here nor there. Thinking about life, wondering what to do, in this odd middle-ground of nothingness, where nothing is the only thing that actually happens…

Just a whole lot of thinking instead.

I’ve been coming to grips with this weird phase, reminding myself that we all go through it at certain times of life and it’s part of the whole cocoon process in becoming a new person.

To become a butterfly we must shed our shell. But we must hide out and hibernate first to do so.

Part of my quest this year, the year of balance as I’m calling it, the ‘2020’ year, is to find more time to make me happy.

You might think that is SO easy given I don’t have a job. I have plenty of time, right?

Time doesn’t necessarily equate to heart and purpose though. And it’s awfully hard to find motivation when the car that is your life stalls and has to change new tyres, and you suddenly don’t know where the tyres are coming from. And then someone tells you to not stress, and relax.

You try relax while waiting for a tyre change.

So in the meantime, I really have to do things for me.

Things that fill my soul with purpose.

Things that make me smile.

Things that I miss doing.

Things that I always put on the backburner because I need to cook/clean/make phone calls/do washing/a billion other things on my to-do list.

Going to the beach on my lonesome is just one of those wonderful ‘me’ things.

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(the seagull had to photobomb my solitary beach photo!)

Firstly, when alone at the beach, I have no one in tow, and no one to answer to. I decide when I come and go. I sit on the sand for as long as I like, and I sit in the water for as long as I like.

And today, while sitting in the water and having waves crash over me… well it truly reset my car battery. πŸ˜‰

I’ve written a little story about it on Instagram, about waves and life and letting go, so I do hope you check it out… you can find me under smikgwriter so give me a yell if you’re on there too. β™₯

 

 

#1394 The first Christmas concert

You can be sure when your child first enters the education system, you will quickly encounter a lot of firsts.

Their first excursion.

Their first award.

Their first sick bay visit.

Their first bestie.

Their first fight…

Their first, Christmas concert.Β πŸŽ„πŸŽΆ

“We’ve got a good number of years of this ahead of us,” I whispered to Hubbie as we lay on the picnic blanket on the school’s lawn this evening.

It was warm, and most of it was before the sudden 20 degree drop in temperature signalling the cool change.

There were Christmas songs… both in and out of key.

Traditional carols and contemporary tunes.

Daggy Christmas jokes: “What do you call someone scared of Santa?”

“Claus-trophobic.”

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Oh God I know, they were so bad you had to laugh.

Choreographed kiddy dance numbers and a Christmas raffle draw. The Christmas concert had it all.

But mostly for us, it had our girl, up with the rest of the preps singing “Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer.”

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That’s her before the show, telling me to stop taking pics… can you see?

(That’s okay, you’re not meant to πŸ˜‚)

It was long, it was windy, and we were hungry… but to be honest, I loved the off-key notes.

The kids dancing off-stage before they walked on to their own show.

The strong change that blew hats and empty water bottles across the oval, cooling us all down.

I evenΒ loved the daggy jokes.

I generally love Christmas, and I love how baby girl’s school seems to really love it too.

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#1387 My new mug

We all need nice mugs in our life.

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And that’s what I got yesterday for my KK. A very nice mug.

Of course I had to use it today. It’s made me realise, that we have a load of mugs in our kitchen cupboard, most that we’ve had for about a decade… sooo long.

Drinking coffee, tea, from the same mugs… day in… and day out.

A bit different from the Kondo method – I don’t quite want to ‘just’ get rid of them. Yes I want to move them on, donate them to a worthy cause…

But I don’t ‘just’ want the spot where they used to reside, to lay bare.

I want it replaced… with new mugs. 😁

Sometimes you just need a change. And often that change starts with the smallest thing.

Like, one new mug. ❀🍡

#1361 The first Piano Keys

When I was about 7, I started swimming lessons.

This was a big deal. Back when I was a kid (I feel sooo old saying that) there weren’t so many kids around me doing after-school or extra-curricular activities. I did swimming for a couple of years. I know Hubbie only started playing basketball when he was about 12… and that he had to FIGHT FOR.

Today it is a whole different ball game. Parents are booking in their kids to things that they have absolutely zero interest in, let alone what they actually like.

They book them in to activities that they themselves failed at, so that they can live vicariously through their offspring…

They book them in to lessons so that they can become the next musical/sports/arts prodigy…

They book them into classes that they think are cool, or that they think they need, like a foreign language for when they have to travel overseas in 30 years time as a political minister or something…

😏

Baby girl currently does swimming. She also wants to do gymnastics (and I am holding off with all I can until next year for that one).

And today, she started piano.

I can’t keep up.

I feel for her. I mean, she loves doing these things, but if I am tired taking her to and from these places, how the hell does she feel?

It is a great opportunity to learn, I must admit. After sis and bro-in-law passed down their piano-keyboard to us, Hubbie saw the potential in setting her up young, and looking to see if she had any musical inclinations within her.

Yep. It is all Hubbie πŸ˜‰

But she surprised me. Following her lesson today she came home, ran to her piano-keyboard and proceeded to copy the simple keys she had learnt during the lesson.

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I was impressed.

Who knows where this road leads her. But if she lets me, I’m more than willing to take her for the ride. 🎹 🎼🎢

#1330 I’m okay for the change

What timing, for daylight savings to begin the day before kids go back to school.

I usually LOVE daylight savings time. Increased sunshine means warmer weather, getting out and about and having fun…

But the timing, sucks.

Right when we are wrapping up our end of week holidays. Right when we are having late nights.

THE DAY BEFORE SCHOOL STARTS AGAIN.

Who decided this?

Today, we woke late, but yet, it was even later. We had a kids birthday party to attend out of all things, and so ended our holiday tired, weary-eyed and sucked out of sleep as we watched baby girl expend energy we didn’t know she had, going nuts on a jumping castle.

Everything that is great, must come to an end.

And I’m okay with that.

Sure the timing is crap. It never is the right time to lose an hour of your day, is it? But having a week off with both baby girl and Hubbie, means I have had a lot of fun, SURE…

But I am soooo behind in everything else.

Which is why I am so relieved for things to go back to some kind of normal. Tomorrow I am keen to get on board with my writing course. I am terribly behind on that. I am keen to buy groceries and re-stock the fridge. Things that I can stop to grab that is just too hard with baby girl in tow, become terrifically convenient when she is at school and I can dash in and out of places.

I can water plants. I can make phone calls.

I can write in peace! PEACE!

I know that routine is good for me, and it is good for baby girl too. She was only telling me the other day, after days of fun and adventure, that she missed her friends, and staying at home was “boring.”

This from the girl who met Andy Day the dinosaur-in-time explorer during her holidays. But hey, she has high expectations, right? πŸ˜‰

And then, after some routine, some writing and schooling and working, in no time at all it will be –

‘Jingle bells, jingle bells…’

Christmas folks! And that means MORE holidays.

I am okay with change. I am okay with routine. Because I know, as is life, I will come around to this happy and free holiday place, again… β™₯β™₯β™₯β™₯