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.
Not even one wipe of the inside. Nothing. Zilch.
But there’s been a really deliberate reason for that.
It has the pyrolytic function… which in normal people language means ‘self-cleaning.’
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 😉).
About 5 hours later, the oven was brand spanking new again. No scrubbing, no elbow 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:
We all need nice mugs in our life.
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. ❤🍵
Today we found ourselves in a place, a space, a set up, that we haven’t been in for a while… and yet it was something that we used to live and breathe.
And eat. As it was concerning the old kitchen table.
Not my kitchen table… but my parents’ old kitchen table.
It was me, my sister, and my parents. And we sat down to eat in exactly the same spots we used to all those years ago.
Wow. This is a big deal. We go to my parents’ house a fair bit, and even sis and I will find ourselves there at the same time too… but it will usually be with the rest of the fam. Hubbies. Kids. And we never sit at the small round table when there are 9 of us.
But today, only 4. The original clan;) I had to take a snapshot of the moment.
It wasn’t the only flashback in time though… When we were headed out later, sis and I in the back seat of Mum’s car as she drove, Dad in passenger… she stepped on the gas, HARD, as she
reversed flew down their long narrow drive.
Sis and I turned to each other with looks of surprise on our faces before I burst out laughing.
Oh Mum. How could I forget your insane driving?
I’m just a little bit happy.
Nothing major. But I think you should know by now that I celebrate the little things as much as, if not more, than the big things.
Sunsets. Dancing. Food. To name a few.
But I am really loving my writing course… my ‘novel writing’ one. I have to explain, because yes, this week I started another. These online things are bloody addictive.
And soooo much fun. I’ve been chatting to the same group of people now for months, sharing our stories and words and giving each other inspiration and ideas and insight, and it is just bloody brilliant.
I am reading things I never would have normally read, getting all excited about the worlds they have created, they are giving me pats on the backs about my stuff, and all in all I feel like I have made a bunch of friends… friends who I don’t know, friends who I may pass obliviously on the street… but nevertheless, friends.
Writing buddies. I am having fun.
That is all 🙂 And that also is everything.
I had about 75 dishes and forms of cutlery to wash after dinner tonight. It was Friday, but yet I was feeling flat.
So I walked up to the stereo. Set the input to CD. And adjusted the volume to 13.
“Mama,” Freddie Mercury’s bohemian voice soon came floating out of the speakers.
Baby girl gasped beside me. Smiled in awe.
My 6 year-old getting excited over a Queen song? Why, I never. 🙂
Before the second line had even finished, she held her hand out towards me. “Dance partner?” she teased.
“Oh honey, I can’t, Mummy has too many dishes…” as soon as I said the words I realised how ridiculous they sounded. I dropped the tea towel and joined her on the floor, as we waltzed, spun each other around, did spins and ballet poses and skipped, as well as a hefty dose of HEAD BANGING.
Once the song was over, I returned to my dishes. They hadn’t gone anywhere. But that moment, and that song had.
Thank God I took advantage of it 🙂
We stayed home tonight, and just made home-made burgers with home-made chips, blasted Nsync and Michael Jackson and Outfield and George Ezra from the YouTube screens, danced in the kitchen and annoyed Mister F… just another Saturday night.
But it wasn’t just another Saturday night.
Hubbie is officially on holidays with us!
So in the words of Madonna –
Or, something like that. 😉
So ‘apparently,’ according to this blog the last time I did the above with my family it was a year and a half ago.
Yeah, nah. In true Aussie slang form. You all know we are always dancing our arses off, I just haven’t recorded since then.
Somehow, in amongst dinner prep, baby girl decided to dance with her Dad. They danced as a couple might dance at a wedding, and he spun her around and dipped her sweetly as she grinned her face off.
Then she put on a dance-y song that I liked. We jumped and skipped and boogied and shook our hips, and I thought how beautiful it was that she had specifically put on a song for me, since she had already danced with her Dad.
But I was not done.
I have been getting increasingly obsessed with a new song:
Ed Sheeran and Justin Bieber’s new track. I LOVE IT. As soon as I cued it up, back we were on our makeshift kitchen dance floor, getting down with it (gee I am showing my age) and just having a grand old time (there I go again sounding 65). I got her to stand on a stool so I pick her up and hold her in my arms easier, and gee she is getting big. It made me realise how much time is passing and that whether we hold them in our arms or not, they will still GROW.
It makes me appreciate all the hugs, kitchen dance-offs, and sweet innocent moments, all the more. ♥♥♥
“Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh.”