#760 Sales

Don’t you just love a good sale? Oh, the excitement that follows an email link, a mass sms notification, or a postcard invite in the mail, telling you to put a certain day aside, because –


I got one such sale invite a while back, in the form of a postcard. And what made me more excited, than the realisation I could possibly get some things I’ve been needing to, and the fact that it was on a day baby girl was at kinder, was the further realisation that…

It was the day after pay day.


So today, after kinder drop off, I headed over to Adairs. It’s a huge shop in our town, with an ultra-modern fit-out, and very on-trend. I think even men can be supremely overwhelmed and impressed by what they have on offer (it’s true, Hubbie said so, true story) and so knowing I would be in such a store on my own, lapping up all the beautiful sights and decorative inspiration, well it made me go, ahhh.


What made me even more ahhh was the purchases I made. I was really good and only got one other thing other than what I went in for, which is a feat in itself. My main goal had been new toilet brush and toilet paper holders, and as lovely as they look, let’s face it I ain’t taking photos of toilet accessories to post online.

So instead I have for you my impulsive buy, which was really a good one since it was in a big basket of other like-things up near the counter – bargain:


A new set of pillow cases for our bed. Because what’s better than actually living more and dreaming big?

Oh that’s right. Having it imprinted onto your face while you sleep.




#759 Driving home, alone

I was thinking hard about a novel thing that I was grateful for today. I was at work, doing a late shift, and so my happy moments amidst coffees getting stuffed up, were at a kind of minimal. 

But then, when I got in my car to drive home, I was suddenly at peace.

And it wasn’t the fact that I was headed home… sure, that helped. But rather…

It was the ACT of driving home… alone.


I could do what I wanted, how I wanted, when I wanted.

There was no Hubbie taking over the CD player with his music. Baby girl wasn’t telling me “my song!”

It was late. There were few cars around.

I was alone with the ipod.

I was alone with the CDs.

I was alone with the stereo.

I was alone with my thoughts.

I was driving home, heading home, alone in my car, and I gotta tell you, the peace and tranquility that comes with it, is worth driving to work for 🙂





#758 Her encouraging nature


See that light? You can see the setting sun creating a circle, a halo, far on the water of Port Phillip Bay.

There is a reason why I say that.

Today I did the usual at kinder drop off. I hung around while baby girl settled in, watching her paint, observing the kids around her, looking around while parents came, kissed their little ones goodbye, and then left.

Still, I stayed behind.

A boy saw baby girl painting, and decided he too would paint at the easel next to her. On the smock went, and he reached over to grab a paintbrush sticking out of a cup of blue paint.

He painted somewhat haphazardly, not really sure of what he was doing, glancing over at baby girl, while also distractedly looking around the classroom to see what else was happening. A few minutes passed, and while baby girl was carefully painting with her fourth colour, he took off his smock, and walked off, leaving his painting hanging there.

Baby girl, suddenly noticing his absence, leant over to his easel. (It was a plain piece of paper, with a few streaks of blue. I know kinder art is very preliminary, but this didn’t resemble much of anything).

And viewing his artwork, she said happily “oh, he did a great job!”

My heart SOARED. No, my daughter was not misguided. She was not ignorant in her paintings. She was not daft, and didn’t know the difference between what was good, and what was not.

She had compassion. She held encouragement in her soul.

It was something that lacked in others. It was something that lacked in a similar girl her age, who had seen baby girl drawing a picture at a party, and said to her out loud, in front of me, after I had complimented baby girl on her “great work!” –

“I don’t like it, that doesn’t look nice.”

You see, it’s not about the artwork. Rather it is about the character. For me, it is not whether baby girl turns out to be a Picasso or not. For me, it is about whether she has a heart or not.

I was initially worried when baby girl received that negative comment from that girl. I was worried that the girl’s negativity, rudeness, and mean manners, would rub off on baby girl, and turn her usual bright happy and smiley soul, into a cranky, angry, and negative one.

But then when she said about that boys picture, with the same encouragement as those she looks up to “great job!” I knew we had done something right.

Like a light, encouraging Hope, amidst the darkness.

And here, for arts sake, baby girl against the sunset. Hubbie reckons the power lines kill the photo. But I know what makes it 🙂


#756 Walk to the Garage Sale

I love those spur of the moment decisions. They happen easily when you have no plans, on a Sunday, and you are driving along and see a garage sale just on the side of the road…

And so you think… “one person’s trash, someone else’s treasure?”

I am not one for garage sales, let’s get that straight here. I need to get rid of my own trash/treasure for goodness sake. But I could tell Hubbie was thinking the same as me, that ‘what if?’ wondering if we might stumble across something that we would just lose our minds over the luck of stumbling across, some insane find like what you see on those trash and treasure shows like American Pickers, Pawn Stars or Bargain Hunt.

We could find an antique vase from the 1800s for all we knew.

And we did stumble across something unexpectedly… money. While walking across the road to get to the garage sale, we saw some broken glass along the edge of the nature strip and road, with loose change scattered all over the ground! Someone’s money jar had broken, or fallen out of a moving car…

One person’s loss, is another person’s gain. We collected about $11 in change, and we’ll try our luck at a lotto ticket this week.

And no, we didn’t find an antique vase at the garage sale… but we did have a long and lengthy conversation with the lady who lived there. 60+, nose ring, hippie and totally with it, this lady was friendly and kind, giving us all manner of information on her plants, fish ponds, and the area that we live in.

We didn’t take away any of her wares, but we walked away with A LOT of her knowledge. It was invaluable.


And as our walk came to an end, I thought to myself that when you play your cards right, you can find treasure, everywhere…

Especially in trash.

#749 ‘Get better’ breakfast in bed

I could hear baby girl and Hubbie downstairs. He was trying to get her dressed, find socks, and asking if she wanted banana in her weetbix.

Me? I was upstairs, wallowing in self-pity.

I felt like my body was trying to destruct me from the inside-out. I was in pain, and had told Hubbie I wasn’t getting out to start the day, anytime soon.

So, the solution?


Hubbie brought me up breakfast. Just what the doctor ordered.

But I don’t meant the toast, tea or painkillers… rather, the loving husband ♥

#745 Fixing the File

Today, something great happened.

That something, happened to be my filing cabinet.


Or should I say, THE’ Filing Cabinet.


Dum da dum! as baby girl would announce grandly. Why the looming impression though?

Here, I’ll tell you why… so begins my story…


We bought this filing cabinet a little while ago. When we got it out of its HUGE box once it was delivered, Hubbie pulled open the first draw and –


– the bearings started to fall out. All those little shiny silver balls just plopped all over the floor.

I was shattered. I mean, we had just bought it. This OCD gal was going to use it for all of her ‘papers,’ both boring (bills) and exciting (personal writing) ones. I had a 3 file cabinet. Now, it appeared I was down to 2.

The task of doing ANYTHING AT ALL about it immediately went into the ‘too-hard basket.’ I filled the bottom two drawers, with some amount of effort, knowing dejectedly that the top one was out of order, for who knows HOW long.

Finally, the other day, we went to the store we had got it from, and explained the story… I was a bit embarrassed in telling them this had happened to an item of furniture we bought there, simply because we had purchased this item…

1 year ago.


I mean. Come on. We did not have our shit together. Maybe it was the whole moving process and the aftermath of too much going on that made us go so undercover in the fixing of the file. Maybe it was Hubbie’s lack of handyman-ship. Maybe it was the kitchen reno that took forever to take off, and subsequently is taking forever to finish (notice I haven’t posted any before and afters?)

Basically, we were shit. This had taken too long, and I was at a point that if it didn’t get fixed soon, I would move out… with my 2 file cabinet.

Well, guess what? The staff at the furniture store were more than happy to help. The only problem was, the item was now discontinued. Well of course it was, it only took the turning of 2018 to get our arses into gear.

But, they were still fantastic. We threw some suggestions in the air, they in turn gave us options, and a couple of days ago, I came home from kinder drop-off, to find this at our door.


I haven’t ordered anything from ‘Hard to Find’ recently, I thought as I stared at the parcel suspiciously. I then noticed the weight of the package, and saw the recipients name, before breaking into an appreciative smile.

I got Hubbie to work today. Once again, the whole thing seemed ‘TOO HARD,’ as the metal railings they had sent us were shorter than the ‘affected’ one currently screwed in. But somehow, i-t  a-l-l  s-t-i-l-l  w-o-r-k-e-d.


WHAT? I am still getting over it myself, I know. Hubbie stood back for a moment before saying “there, good,” and running out the room (probably before it broke or something) while I stood there looking at my now working and functioning 3 file cabinet, saying out loud…. “is this when I cry? Do I cry now? I feel like I should cry… but my head hasn’t caught up to all of this yet.”

The top file does not run as smooth as the bottom two, probably because one side railing is shorter… but honestly I don’t care. IT WORKS.

OCD Happy Dance, OCD Happy Dance :):):)



#744 Mills beach no. 2

Things happened today that required the space to think. Contemplate. Ponder the future and the possibilities that lay there.

How did this happen? Was it a cyclical thing? Is this the position of the planets, year in, year out? What else was tied to this number… sometimes happy, sometimes sad.

Today, surprising.

I promise all will make sense in due time. I need to make sense of the confusion, unanswered questions and insecurity that this day has brought, before sharing it for all to hear.

In this need of spirituality and light, of course the beach beckoned.


It was still. 28 degrees at 6pm. Tuesday evening, and we all had the day off from work/kinder tomorrow. Locals ONLY. Trying to get in as many Summer-y days before the weather changes.

Let’s face it – none of these things even mattered. Because when you see the blue waters stretching out to the horizon, they are reason enough.



The water gave me peace, provided me with calm and purpose, and when looking out towards the seas, I was assured that everything was happening as it should be.