#1961 Old is new again

I saw a lovely sight today. Something that brought me happy memories.

And the smell… gee, it transported me back to my childhood. I remember walking past it as a kid, and being hit hard by the smoke and mustiness of it all.

My parents old smokehouse.

Only it ain’t looking so old. It’s got a fresh lick of paint, a prime position in their yard, and it is in OPERATION.

It’s fascinating, how as kids all this homemade stuff isn’t fascinating to us.

Smoking meats, making sausages, home-made wine, other brews… ðŸĪŠðŸ˜‚

And yet as we hit adulthood, all of this stuff makes us happy! In my case, I will probably only try a tiny bit of smoked meat, but give me that sweet stuff before it turns into wine ANY day.

Most. Pronounced, M-O-SH-T.

Who knows? Maybe this new-found love for what is old-fashioned, natural and instinctive, will give rise to the next generation stepping up and taking a new interest in making these things…

Of course. It’s guaranteed. 💖💖

#1956 New door with a view

We had a hole in our bedroom wall today!

There was banging, grinding, men being super loud, and I’m sure the neighbours were going “what the…?”

It was surreal, really. Even though it was for a good reason, it still fell like…

We could just fall off it? If there wasn’t a balcony deck there, that is. 😂

We were excited to finally get our old, rotting balcony sliding door replaced today.

And though you can’t see it properly in the receding light of the afternoon…

I assure you, it looks a lot nicer now.

It’s not just a room with a view anymore.

It’s a room that has a nice door view too.

💖😂

#1950 A new routine

It’s only day 4, and I hate to even talk about this, because I feel like I might jinx myself… but hopefully this time is different.

Day 4 of my dedication to movement, and I’ve been going strong.

2 days of working out, and 2 days of yoga-type work.

I follow the Rachael Finch program Body By Finch, so there are different types of workouts designed for whatever you want to do… the more intense workouts, the mini blast ones, the strong yoga, the gentle yoga, stretching, even meditation, and dance!

It’s amazing how once you start to incorporate something new into your life, how you make the time to make it work. Finding a spare half hour, here, there… what would I have been doing before? Mindless scrolling or flicking through magazines, tidying something, and probably just talking, really. ðŸĪĢ

And it’s easy to not do it, and I’ve had my fair share of health stuff, which makes doing anything a battle really, let alone an exercise routine, which is why I’ve started slowly and been super sporadic for all of these months.

I know I won’t do anything tomorrow, because Saturday, weekend. 💖 But still, I am proud of this little win.

This small step forward, that has led to another, and another, and another step…

Steps that make me incredibly sore, my face hot, and breathing ragged! But nonetheless, satisfied. 😊

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#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. ðŸĪž

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. 💖💖ðŸŒģðŸŒģ

#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…

😂ðŸ‘Đ‍ðŸĶģ

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.” ðŸŽĩ

Amore. It sure is. âĪ

Happy Easter. 🐇âĪðŸŽĩ😍

#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.