#1899 Hope in another backyard

I’ve had a pretty crazy day.

Two appointments on the other side of town, visiting my parents and sister and fam in between that, and then a big writers meet-up at the end of the night back home.

It’s been a lot.

It’s been a day of a lot of things. Hope. New directions. New people. New plans.

I’m a glass half-full gal, and things are starting to feel right. That glass is filling up again.

With HOPE. 🤞

I’m going on, rambling a bit, I know. I just don’t really know where to rest my creative mind, to release these thoughts from, what to centre on when much has given me happiness today.

But I will talk about nature, because it inspires me.

Specifically, my parents and my sister’s backyard.

I used to love spending time in the backyard of my childhood home. All those memories, all those fun times, so much joy within those trees and the shady spots. I was amazed and surprised then, when I found myself loving my parents’ NEW backyard, finding beauty in little pockets of grass, verdant greenery full and lush underneath your feet, life brimming and blooming from the smallest spring of herb, to a wide-reaching leaf of a fern.

That beauty extends equally to my sister’s backyard.

I was admiring this gorgeous tree, sprouting golden Autumn leaves. We were in her backyard sitting and talking, and so many times I was accidentally witness to a yellow leaf floating easily to the ground.

Before my very eyes.

It was a magical sight.

And I realised later when I headed off, how I find beauty in both of their backyards, and how that must mean something more… for those we love, we find the beauty inherent everywhere, all around them, because they are love.

We are doing renovations at the moment… small ones, yet they will hopefully be long, beautiful and lasting.

(On us, or our backyard do you think????)

One day I hope, someone will look at our yard and see the beauty lying in wait, wanting to be found.

I hope we find it there too. 💖💖🌳🌳

#1898 A change in hair

A hair colour is as good as a holiday, isn’t that what they say?

(Something like that?)

I had a few things change today, appointments cancelled on me… and as I walked back to my car after dropping off baby girl at school, it occurred to me –

I could get my hair done!

It was last minute, sure.

But also, it was Tuesday. A drizzly, cloudy Tuesday morning.

Not a busy, let’s-get-this-party-started Saturday.

I called the hairdressers, and guess what?

They were free!

I’ve been chocolate brown for sooo long. But I’ve had this really super annoying thing, where these lighter coloured pieces of hair keep stubbornly making their way to my hairline, mostly at the front, and like I said, it’s REALLY ANNOYING…

😂👩‍🦳

I mixed it up a bit and put very light foils through my hair, highlighting lighter bits throughout, that should help detract the eye when those annoying lighter ones decide to poke on through again…

But for now, yeah yeah. New hair. 😁

#1897 Here comes the light

Today we got most of our lights replaced.

Our old, ancient, 3 globe flowery, faded, burnt-out, vomit-coloured light fittings were replaced, by simple white downlights.

Flush with the ceiling. Not hanging dangerously low, so low you can whack it out of it’s screw so easily. The number of times someone has knocked the ones in the lounge room while dancing, doing yoga, or just stretching up in the air…

Or in our bedroom, they hang so low, they might as well lie on our bed between us. 😬

Or, they used to.

Or like the low light that was in baby girl’s room… one simple glass shaped globe, that until recently was also hanging a bit too low for comfort, proven when she swung something and the entire glass casing shattered around her.

They aren’t just ugly, they are bloody dangerous.

And now, they’re all gone!

Our house has been lifted, the ceilings feel higher, and we are suddenly in line with with the rest of our ‘home’ vision.

#1886 Precious little fingers

New little fingers, and new little toes.

I met one of my closest friend’s little baby today, and ooooh!

He is just the sweetest thing 😍

I am such a sap nowadays. I walked into her place and immediately welled up and nearly cried, at the sight of him sleeping in the corner, mittens on and arms up, oblivious to the world around him.

In several months, our entire girls group will have littlies with them.

My high school group of girls. We’ve known each other now for 2 decades, some of us going back even longer.

It’s the stuff of dreams. We used to talk about this in high school. All of us still being friends and catching up together, and having our kids together too… making them be friends with each other, you know, all that starry-eyed optimistic talk you have about how the future will be.

To know that soon ALL of us will have a littlie around the table when we meet up… well it’s just darn amazing.

There’s nothing quite like holding a newborn. Everything else just melts away.

Can’t stop grinning. He is absolutely precious. 💖💖

#1875 The Easter love grows

She has grown so much.

Look at our girl, so big, so happy, searching for those Easter eggs with basket and bunny in arms.

And then Easter at a different place this year. Making memories at my parents new house, and this photo here…

This dessert photo doesn’t begin to translate the love felt, the happiness shared, the d&ms had, the music celebrated around the table as we swayed and sang in unison “It’s Amore.” 🎵

Amore. It sure is. ❤

Happy Easter. 🐇❤🎵😍

#1768 Another tooth bites the dust

Why was there a circly patch of reddish-brown, what looked like dry blood on baby girl’s bed sheets this morning?

And why did her mouth look like she had snuck in some secret Santa chocolate overnight?

I asked her this this morning, and she had no response.

I was brushing her hair, she was watching TV, both of us wondering what the hell went on in her room last night, when she said –

“Maybe it’s my wobbly upstairs tooth.”

I stopped.

“Look at me. Open your mouth.”

She obliged.

“Your tooth is gone!”

Had she swallowed yet another one? Hey, we know it can happen and life goes on, and the tooth fairy still knows about it (don’t ask me how).

But we ran into her room, I lifted a pillow, and –

VOILA! Said upstairs wobbly tooth was there!

Ahh. Amidst all the end-of-year stuff, Christmas, getting over covid and living differently, we had kind of ignored the wobbly tooth that got in the way during dinner time.

But it’s out. Making way for something new. If only all our growth and progress happened to us blissfully unaware, while we were asleep…

She is definitely growing up.

#1762 It’s my cherry pie

Mmm mmm.

I haven’t had this cherry pie, like ALL YEAR.

And with the year we’ve had, you know that’s no exaggeration.

I walked into the renovated cafe off the main street this morning. I haven’t had anything there since, well, note the above (ALL YEAR).

But back when I ventured through its doors the cafe was poky, but had charm.

And it had a massive cherry pie through the display case, just beaming up at me.

😍🍒🥧

Today when I walked through, the cafe was open and airy.

No pokes anymore.

I looked through their new display case.

And found a smaller cherry pie.

They weren’t cutting slices anymore. Now, they were individual serves.

Oh. So. Pretty.

Still as delightful. Still as delicious.

And luckily for me, still the same cherry pie.

#1742 Day 244 of getting there: getting there with new hair

Today my hairdresser confirmed to me what I suspected was true:

Supermarket colours are not as superior, and do not hold as long as salon colour.

(Which explains why I couldn’t get rid of those ‘lighter’ strands coming through… 🤔)

Today, NEW hair.

February was probably the last time I went to my hairdressers. Or earlier… who knows anymore? This year has all blended into one great big smudge.

And although I haven’t had professional colour since then, choosing the home-packs out of no other choice…

I haven’t cut my hair since! I wasn’t going to try either.

Instead I just turned into a hippie.

Now, I’m a hippie without split ends. Which is why my hair is feeling a lot more even-toned and lighter after today’s visit. 💖

#1638 Day 140 of getting there: Making room for roses and bread

Today I was an axe-wielding rose pruning machine!

Most people who passed me in my front yard, either walking their dog or running past for their daily hourly exercise, smiled at me or said hi.

Then there was that one woman that looked alightly alarmed…

Of course, I was holding an AXE.

It’s what I do come very Winter. It was rose pruning time, and I know from past years that no matter how much I prune, I always get amazing roses come through in Spring and the months that follow.

Oh I love this time of year. It’s starting to happen.

I totally diminished the size of the rose bush. I needed to get rid of as much thick or turning to brittle branches as possible.

Simple pruning scissors couldn’t do the job, all the time. So that’s when I took out the AXE.

I was amused at myself as much as anyone waking past today was amused by me.

But in the end, my deep prune has now allowed room for fresh, new growth.

I can’t wait.

But wait, there’s more! I can’t end on that, (as beautiful as that image is with a cameo from baby girl)… not when I made, bread.

Focaccia bread.

I found this recipe on Marion Grasby’s social media some time ago, and have been gearing myself up to make it for weeks.

It is soooo simple. You need to let the dough rise overnight, but even that in itself is easy. There is a fair bit of patience, but the steps to get there are really really really really simple.

It’s actually the perfect recipe to make while you’re at home over 2 days…

And let’s face it, I have been at home over 140 days (going by my ‘getting there’ posts during corona ⬆⬆⬆).

Before…

And after.

(Check out my insta profile for that insane ‘CRUNCH’ knife action! To die for!)

It was delish! I am so happy!

Making way for new roses, and making way for new recipes!

Food for the tummy… and food for the soul.

It was a great day, overall. Isolation and ALL.

#1609 Day 111 of getting there: The Bittersweet, Boof-head Brunette

I had my hair appointment booked for this past Thursday.

Cut and colour at my hairdressers.

But then, second round lockdown happened.

Wednesday night 11:59pm.

Talk about timing.

And because I still frequent my hairdresser on the other end of town, well, travelling an hour to do my hair, didn’t really feel like an “essential” thing, seeing as I pass about 12 hairdressers when I drive just down the main road two minutes from home.

Still… it is SOOO essential. I was desperate, really I was.

I haven’t cut my hair since sometime Feb. It is so long and flowing, with probably a gazillion split ends, that makes brushing it absolute hell (just as well I wear it wavy and DON’T brush it).

And even though the last time I coloured it was in April during the first lockdown, when I did it myself, I did really really really need to get rid of those annoying ‘light-coloured’ hairs popping up around my forehead…

But in the scheme of things… I sucked it up. Like all of us are doing this year.

I bought a hair colour again from the supermarket. Same one, bittersweet chocolate, because that is so me this year.

And then after colouring it tonight, I thought I would go a STEP FURTHER…

And blow wave it.

Oh geez.

Now doing this on regular basis is a feat in itself because my hair is always thick, usually long, but now it is just out of control. Iso has given me a chance to give the hairdryer a rest, and I honestly have not used it since early March.

Wavy hair all the way friends.

So after colouring tonight, that’s what I did… I blow dried my hair.

And even though I used that super creamy conditioner from the box that made it feel all silky, my hair had just been coloured… so then drying it with the hair dryer, made it go all frizzy, making me look like a –

BOOF-HEAD.

I was refreshed, I looked new, I liked the colour, but my hair was all wiry and funny and just looking like it was crying out ‘SOS!’

I pinned my long fringe away from my face to try and create the appearance of smoothness… kinda 60s like, something like this:

But it wasn’t pretty like that you see, it felt more like THIS:

Yeah that’s better.

I’ve been a boof-head all night in my bittersweet brunette hair. But it’s actually okay.

You know how they say a change is as good as a holiday?

Well I’ve just been back in time to the hippie era, so I’m good thanks.