#1435 The self-cleaning function

When I think that it’s been about 2 years since our kitchen renovation, with new gadgets installed, I realise that time really does fly.

And this thought makes me feel a teeny tiny bit better, that in all that time, I haven’t given my brand new oven a clean.

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Not even one wipe of the inside. Nothing. Zilch.

Nil.

But there’s been a really deliberate reason for that.

It has the pyrolytic function… which in normal people language means ‘self-cleaning.’

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If anything, when we got the oven I was informed to let it get really filthy so I could use the self-cleaning function.

I know. Best advice EVER.

It wasn’t disgusting, filthy even. But there was a lot of grime and oil build up, and having been out of the house for days on end this week, knowing this was our home catch-up day, I knew what job was waiting for me.

(Only it wasn’t my job, it was the oven’s job ๐Ÿ˜‰).

About 5 hours later, the oven was brand spanking new again. No scrubbing, no elbowย  grease, no chemicals…

Just a damp wipe over to remove the residue burnt off in the process, and voila!

My oven looks like this again:

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#1402 We love Selling Houses

Ha ha. Did that word trickery grab your attention?

To be honest, we don’t have the patience to be doing selling houses as a hobby.

So, we send up watching other people do it…

on TV.

Selling Houses Australia. It’s a show we watch on the lifestyle channel, and it’s become a bit of a weeknight habit, especially on Tuesdays where it leads into hubbies Wednesday day off.

It’s absolutely captivating. You meet some people, who’ve had some run of bad luck in trying to sell their house… something like, a house filled with too much wood that puts off potential buyers… a house with 5 entrances… or a reno that’s lasted 20 years too long.

The team come in, renovate, and it usually sells!

Seeing the transformation gives us plenty of ideas for our own home, comparing the before and after is spectacular, and of course, who doesn’t like ‘tsk tsk tsking’ at mistakes others have made? ๐Ÿ˜‚

But don’t watch it… not unless you wanna be SOLD.

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#1177 Changing plans

A day where you end up where you didn’t expect, is honestly as good as a holiday.

Away from the routine. Away from the housework. Away from the same old same old, blah blah blah.

Do it on a school/work night, and shock horror… “you are doing what on a Monday night?” (no less)โ€ฆ tee hee hee. ๐Ÿ™‚

Imagine you thought you were going to end up in one place (uh, home?) and then, the night brought you to another location?

With family. Cousins.

And vanilla slice.

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Yep, it is that vanilla slice AGAIN. Any day that ends in vanilla slice, good company and a change of scenery, is happy times for me.

(Don’t forget the coffee).

#1148 Balcony reading

I’ll be brutally honest with you… most Sundays I am heavily disappointed.

Yep. Even for this gratitude girl.

My expectations of the day are too high. Too unrealistic. Because it is usually the one guaranteed day that we spend together as a family, I often think, I don’t know…

There will be family fun and fireworks.

Fireworks almost never happen.

Housework happens. Grocery shopping happens. Stuff around the house happens.

“What do I eat?”

“What do we make for dinner?”

“Baby girl get in the bath!”

With a heavy dose of “I can’t be bothered.”

Today I got shitty and took matters in my own hands. I realised I need to schedule some ‘me time,’ no matter how small or short it was… it would help me, replenish me, allow me to do my thing and then return to the monotony of cooking/showering/cleaning.

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Reading time. On the balcony. The sun was bright and warm in the afternoon, and I read a decent amount of pages before everyone decided I had had enough ‘me time’ and joined me out on the balcony…

And of course by then, I didn’t even want to read anymore.

They wouldn’t be my family if they didn’t follow me around. Look for me. Demand I look and talk and listen to them when I am clearly doing something else entirely that demands my sole attention… no, they wouldn’t be my family if they DIDN’T do that.

And I love them for it.

And that’s the thing. Something that becomes tiring and monotonous, boring and routine…

Is much more acceptable, with more happiness at the task and success in achieving it, when you get a little break beforehand.

A little ‘me time.’ Like a book, on the balcony.

And for those playing at home, the book?

Aptly, the Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck.

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#1141 The Retro unit

We bought a new piece of furniture today.

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Just as well it has fit in nicely housing some old records, CDs and the whole reason for its being, a place for Hubbie’s old inherited record player to sit on.

We were in the car park of the shopping centre for a good 20 minutes, trying to work out how to fit the thing into the boot, back seat, front seat of the car… and only when a family passing us went by and the Dad figure offered to help out Hubbie, did we manage to properly get the thing in.

Phew.

Thank God for lovely people.

It looks even better amidst our room than in this isolated photo. We realised once we put it in there that our lounge room is slowly taking on a bit of a boho-coastal theme…

And ain’t it lovely when things are beginning to look less living-out-of-a-box, and more, check-out-the-room-in-that-catalogue…ย ๐Ÿ™‚

#1138 The Analogy, a balcony and a Bay

There is something that I’ve learnt in recent days that I wish to share with you.

The analogy.

Often in life we want something. It can be fair to assume at every point in life, we are wanting something… be it love, a house, more money, the ideal career, friends, self-fulfilment… the list goes on and on and on.

Let’s say you are meeting someone for dinner. It’s someone you don’t know well… for arguments sake we will say it is a work colleague who you have just met. And as you wait at the restaurant for them… they are late. Increasingly late, as time goes on.

Tick tock. Tick tock.

Where does your mind go? More than likely the worst case scenario pops up.

He stood me up?

Where is she?

How could she do this to me?

What the hell?

Now let’s change things slightly.

Let’s say you are meeting a loved one for dinner. Someone you know very well. Someone you have known for most of your life.

And now, they are late.

Notice how your thoughts towards this… change.

Hmmm, maybe she got stuck in traffic. Hope she is ok.

Probably looking for parking.

He will be here soon.

I will have another drink while I wait…

Do you know what the underlying belief behind all these varying responses is?

The belief that no matter what, your loved one will be there.

They will get there.

There is no disappointment. No anger. No misplaced frustration.

Just understanding. Curiosity even.

Confidence, most of all.

And this has been rotating around in my head for a while now. The analogy that to attract the things we want, we need to treat those things like our loved ones, instead of like new work colleagues who we don’t know from a bar of soap.

Instead of being confused, resentful and unhappy when your ‘thing’ doesn’t show up…

You need to be strong in the belief that it WILL come.

It is just around the corner.

It took a wrong turn.

It got held up at that busy intersection.

It is in the toilets applying some lipstick.

And, more often than not, when you momentarily forget, and distract yourself with what to order from the menu… you will look up and your ‘thing,’ will be there, standing in front of you.

Arriving when you didn’t even notice.

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I honestly didn’t stand on the edge of the balcony, for ages. It was left over from the fear of walking onto it AT ALL for those two years that we avoided it while we waited to get it repaired. Finally when most of our kitchen reno was done we got onto it, and even after it was all well and good, and the wood was good, I still forgot that I was allowed to walk to the edge.

I got so used to being scared of the edge.

Today as I had my lunch outside in the sun, I walked right to the edge. Looked down at the ground below, watched my feet sticking out beneath the new wired barricade. Looked back up.

And there was a flash of light. Far into the Bay before me, was the tiniest glimmer of some ‘thing,’ what it was I could only speculate… and every so often, with the reflection of the sunlight, it glinted towards my eye.

I tried to locate it again. I tried and I tried. When I searched for it, it didn’t appear to be anywhere…

It appeared to be, GONE.

But then I looked away for a few moments. I looked at the road and the houses before. I looked at how I could see the outline of the coastline on the other side of the Bay. I thought of picking up baby girl for school shortly.

And when I did glance back towards the water, I noticed the glint coming from off the side of where it had originally been… it had moved… it was closer to the shore.

It was still glinting.

Shining.

For only a moment.

But it was there. Coming closer to me when I wasn’t watching.

And that my friends, is my lesson for you, and for me.

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#1121 Injecting indoor greenery

Where do you go when the family has a day off together and you are absolutely buggered by the weekend’s events?

Why, to Bunnings of course.

Home and DIY projects eat your heart out, and even the kiddies are entertained, what with dangerously miniature trolleys, an indoor playground, and let’s not forget that cafรฉ that has ALL the treats…

But for us really, it was all about the foliage.

Hubbie has been seriously focusing on plants and trees and mulch and pebbles and bark now for God knows how long. This outdoor fascination has led to looking inwards inside the house, which brought us to this purchase today:

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It does look beautiful. You don’t realise just how uplifting some indoor greenery can be until you place it by a window, and just like that, an aura of light and colour just lifts the energy of the room.

Just like that.

The best, cheapest and healthiest way to renovate and inspire a room I think. โ™ฅ