#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.




#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 🙂


#751 Spoilt for choice with ice cream

In our old ‘hood, we would have driven about 25 minutes to get to an ice cream place that was ‘kind of’ worth driving to.

Here, in our happy new abode, a short 5 minute (if that) drive brings us to 3 fantastic ice cream options.


Spoilt for choice, with so much ice cream to sample! What to do, what to do…

Why, eat all the ice cream, of course 🙂

Being so close to some fabulous places makes it that much easier when with baby girl, even more so when she is tired and subsequently cranky-pants from her kinder day today. The ice cream idea popped into my head suddenly during dinner, and we didn’t even clean the dishes before jumping in the car and heading over to the Main street.

Yes, there are options, but my favourite is Vespa’s. We all had a taste-test before getting our chosen frozen treats, and I swear you would think there was real magic and actual rainbows in baby girl’s magic rainbow ice cream, that’s how excited she got over it.


I instead got the Caramelised Fig and Pannacotta ice cream, a diversion from my usual dependable and old-time strawberry fave, but I’ve decided I want to try ALL their ice creams, so tonight was as good a night as any to start. ♥



#750 The roses keep on keeping on

I didn’t even get to say a proper goodbye. I realised that, on March 1st, after dropping baby girl off at kinder, and then parking in the driveway amidst the misty morning.

Misty. So it was Autumn now. Huh.

And just like that. My most favourite season was OVER. Although sadly, despite the warmth and beach and all, because of our lack of air con, I was so concerned about whether we would survive the intense double-storey heat, that I was almost looking forward to the cooler months.

NO! Blasphemy. I know, I know (hangs head in shame).

Which is why I failed to remember to say ‘au revoir’ to Summer. I stood there then in the driveway, realising that now too, my slowly-turned, poorly-looking roses would need to be chopped back to nothing, too.


But then… there was a realisation. The other day when leaving the house, I noticed something.

Amidst the tired and empty looking rose bushes, in the middle of rose bush #2…

A solitary, small rose.

Suddenly, in the absence of Summer, it gave me Hope.

And then today, again leaving the house…

Another one. In rose bush #1.

I made a plan with these obvious signs of happiness, and in the late afternoon sun headed on outside to do some pruning.

Because the roses had told me, it was not over.

There is a solitary rose on each rose bush, and I am so happy to report that there are small buds blooming in other places too.

Sure, the rose bushes now resemble NOTHING to what they did when they were blooming amazingly some time ago (a report of that account can be read here, worth reading only to see baby girl’s photo bombs), but amidst the days getting shorter, the nights and mornings getting cooler, and beach days turning into couch-fests, I take solace in this last hurrah presented to me by the greenery in our front yard.

And just an extra side note for any novice gardeners like myself out there… when gardening, do wear a hat. Even if it is not sunny. Sure the sun was out today, but still, if I hadn’t been wearing one when I brushed against a set of sharp thorns today, I would have needed stitches in my head, rather than just my hat getting stuck to the roses.



#739 Kinder days (amped up!) no. 6

“Hello Zumba my old friend

I’ve come to dance with you again…”

Simon and Garfunkel came to mind as I was walking baby girl into kinder today. It had been months since I had done any kind of workout, and if by workout you think I mean work out what the hell I’m going to wear in this temperamental weather, then you are WRONG.

As soon as she was settled I was back home getting ALL worked up.

“Within the sound of silence.”

Yep it was quiet alright. With the only sounds in the house being that of my TV Zumba instructor and his two female support acts, I jumped around ’til I was content I had completed a modest entry-level exercise routine.


(Not me – I don’t look so cheery working out)

I looked at my beloved ever-changing to-do list.

Do washing.

Iron shirt.

Upload photos to Drive.

Download photos to back-up.

Write letter.

Sort desk.

Fill out form…

I looked at it, my eyes skimming over it wildly, trying to work out the next best job for me to tackle. How could I go about it so I could achieve them all? What was the most important thing to do right NOW?

A couple of moments of this intense deliberation, and then I calmed down. I wasn’t going to get everything done in one day. No one can.

I remembered. It wasn’t only this day that baby girl was at kinder… She attended 3 times a week now.

My heart sung!

There were so many things I needed and wanted to do and catch up on, but with approximately 15 hours a week to find the time to do them, I had a pretty good start to get my shit together.

And it was the best realisation EVER 🙂


#732 Holi-days

Ain’t being on holidays grand? I mean, it’s the best isn’t it???

I had this thought at the beginning of the holidays when I was all pathetic and sickly, and it’s a thought I commonly hold whenever life turns particularly shit.

I thought “I’m getting the crap over and done with early so that I can have an awesome holiday.”

And although this thought DID go through my mind then, I was so afraid of staying sick and being unable to do anything the entire time we were on leave together, because Murphy’s Law and all, that I was unable to entertain the awesome possibility, even for a second.

But, I was right. The holidays have been truly awesome now.

So much so, I can’t really pinpoint a stand-alone gratitude thought for today, hence my “holi-days” title.

So here it goes: so much gratitude in a variety of avenues.

  • Hubbie and I leaving kinder after dropping off baby girl this morning. Another girl gets out of her car with her Mum, sees us and yells excitedly “baby girl is here!”

Awww. Hearts BURSTING. Hubbie and I turned to each other with broad smiles, happy in the knowledge that there was someone whose day was immediately made better when our girl was around, and also, with the realisation that those two girls were going to have a really great day.

  • The MYER CLEARANCE FLOOR at Frankston. OMG. Hubbie and I have never paid (get it, LOL) much attention to level 3 of Myer at Bayside, maybe because all the yellow tickets seemed so tacky, and the racks shoved together made it difficult to shop, and let’s not add the ‘reject clothes’ mentality. If it was discounted that much, surely it was crappy, or there was something wrong.


Because we actually had time to devote to ourselves while baby girl was at kinder, we wandered over to Bayside with no real plans, and after a ‘normal’ Myer purchase, the sales assistant there told us that the Level 3 clearance floor had an additional 50% of all their red-ticketed items. A bit curious, we headed up.


We purchased a total of 7 clothing items combined for $100. Un-bloody-believable. For example, a skirt I bought which had been reduced to $15 already, from like, I don’t know above $50 or something, was $7.50.

$7.50! I had a cake at Chadstone the other week which was $7.95, that cheesecake cost more than the skirt I bought today.

The most expensive dress I bought was $32.50, with the original price being well over $150 – I’m wearing it to a wedding in 2 weeks. Yep. I am talking brands, good quality, at BARGAIN prices.

Friends do yourselves a favour and get over there. Sure the half-price off red ticket items isn’t a year-round event (ends Monday) but you will still always grab a bargain there compared to any other store. Incredible.

  • Sorrento to Queenscliff Ferry ride. We’ve been wanting to do this for a LONG time. And so the holidays helped us make it happen.


(approaching Queenscliff)


It was such a quick ferry ride, I feel like I need to do it multiple times! 40 minutes and a latte away (as their promo says…)


  • Finally, where we had dinner in Barwon Heads tonight. 3 years and 1 month ago we dined at Beach House, on what was our first little getaway with baby girl when she was a year and a half. Accidentally, we headed out tonight and found ourselves parked in front of the same restaurant.

Why the hell not? We’d had a great time last time which had ended in my fairly glowing review of the place then.


It was actually, perfect. And I sat at the table, sipping on a fine Cab/Sav/Shiraz/Merlot (yes it exists), thinking how I didn’t have just one thing to be grateful for today…

In fact, I didn’t know which thing was the stand-out to write about for my post here.

That’s when I gave a silent thanks, and took in the moment of happiness.

Here’s to more holidays. Cheers!



#729 I love Main street, and let me count the ways… no. 3

Today was the first time since our holidays began, that after dropping baby girl off at kinder, Hubbie and I looked at each other and went

“Now what?”

The ‘what’ was to come in the form of Main street. Amidst the grey and drizzling weather, we found our way to a café for some brekkie. It was so quiet in Dr Fox’s, we didn’t know what to do with ourselves. It was a Monday morning, the streets outside were still waking up, and in the absence of baby girl, it just felt weird.


We looked at each other across from the table, both still part asleep. Hubbie was trying desperately hard to blink himself awake, even after downing two lattes… meanwhile I was trying my damn hardest not to die coughing after I swallowed a not so tiny chunk of pepper that was sitting precariously on the spinach of my Veggie Big Breakfast.

By the time we headed outside, the rain had temporarily ceased, and it felt a little milder.

“Now what?”

Down the street we headed, hand in hand, like some love-struck newly hooked up teenage couple who were wrecked from partying out late on the weekend – only we were about 17+ years past that, sans child, tired from trying to cram too much into life and not giving ourselves enough sleep in the process.

We headed into the Mornington Newsagency. Got cards. Read mags.

We headed into Cotton On Kids, thinking of baby girl, and got her a cute dress that would lead her straight through Autumn and all the way to Winter, while Hubbie and I then picked a top each for her for the season ahead – 2 for $25, you see.

Farrell’s bookstore on the corner brought us the Richard Branson biography and a Ned Kelly book. With more purchases in hand we headed further down, stopping to peruse a tiny something for her at the toy shop but deciding then that she had way too much already, before finally I surprisingly scored a $10 stripy cardigan at a second-hand type op/retro shop.

We had gone as far as we could, and then the rain picked up again. Time to go home (and stop spending money).

We had started the morning off quite aimlessly, floating here and then wafting there… and though we try so hard to plan our days and be as productive as possible, we find that we too need some time to just…


And the shops on offer on Main street made it wonderfully possible for us to do just that today.

♥ number 3 ♥