#668 Barefoot and carefree

If you don’t live in our fair and highly unpredictable weather city of Melbourne, you may not know that today was a hot day.

really hot day.

After dinner baby girl and I walked to the front yard of the house. I was hoping to catch some, any, light sea breezes that may decide to grant us with their airy-ness.

I tread across the grass in my thongs. I observed baby girl’s feet.

“Honey you don’t want to put on your Frozen thongs?”

“No.”

“You wanna be barefoot?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re a hippie child.”

“Hippie?!

“Hippie!”

We laughed, and I soon remembered a time not so long ago and yet it also felt very far away. So much can happen in a ‘toddler year,’ and even though ONLY a year may pass, that one year can bring so many changes to both child and parent.

But I do know it was a year ago, because I remember the scene. It was summer, we were at our new Sea Change house location, and I was walking with her to the nearby park and café. She had closed sandals, but as is the case with these style of shoes, there were still holes in the sandals to let her feet ‘breathe.’

And back then, this 3 and a half year old would shriek in unimpressed shock when she felt any strand of grass graze her foot as she walked beside me. Walking in these shoes, on a hot day, through the grass, was so difficult, made more so by the flies.

She HATED them.

She would scream just as loudly for the flies hovering around her as the grass strands grazing her foot. She wanted to be outdoors and have fun and go on the swing, and yet she did not like the feel of grass, and freaked out at the sight of any flying insects.

So then, fast forward to today. She is not fazed so much by flies. Sure she swats at them, and like Mother like Daughter – she is not a fan of any bugs, AT ALL.

And then also, she goes barefoot, all over our grass.

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How a year can change things. I always love my girl, but I am grateful that she is feeling more one with the Universe, and enjoying the feel of greenery beneath her feet…

 

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#661 A very cookie birthday

I love celebrating the birthdays and special occasions of my family. Even more so, when it is done so naughtily, mid-week.

Throw in a blue cookie monster cake, and I’M SET.

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It was my younger nephews birthday today. The handsome fella got the cake he wanted, which the little group of us enjoyed immensely, baby girl especially so.

It was a fabulous night since it was just a small group of us, but often the smallest gatherings are the best. Casual chit-chat, relaxed vibes, all with a mild Summer evening as our backdrop and a lot of love to spread around…

And like I said, mid-week. On a Wednesday night. I feel like I am cheating by having so much fun and seeing my family like this, in the middle of the working week.

But maybe we should do this more and not even wait for the weekend to arrive…

Throw parties. See the people we love.

EAT COOKIE MONSTER CAKE.

Life is short, so why the hell should we not enjoy it for all its worth?

Oh, and by the way… it was good.

“C is for cookie, that’s good enough for me…”

#616 Chaddy shopping day no.4

Today wasn’t just another Chaddy shopping day…

It was the BEST Chaddy shopping day!

:):):)

You know, last Spring/Summer, I think I bought one item of clothing. One. A pair of shoes had already been bought before we moved, but that was it.

One. Single. Item.

You see, not only is it hard buying clothes, or anything personal for yourself when you have a young child, but it all becomes equally harder when you move into a WIP house that suddenly needs not just renovations and fix-me-ups, but ALL the renovations and ALL the fix-me-ups.

Money goes right out the window, door, down the toilet and gets lost in every house crevice imaginable in an ongoing project like that.

So naturally, YOU become last on the list of priorities.

However, in the last couple of weeks, I saw we were going to have some cash left over soon. This coincided with a couple of days of staring into my wardrobe and sighing “I actually have nothing!”

Cue TODAY.

I had the most enormous run of luck while shopping, that even I AM STILL REELING.

I actually felt horribly guilty for Hubbie, who only bought one top. It’s a nice top, but still…

ONE TOP.

I even trumped baby girl, who ALWAYS trumps us. She got a small toy, we got her a small Christmas tree (watch this space!) and some storage baskets for her toys…

I got SO MUCH MORE (tee hee hee!)

5 items of clothing, modelled amateurly by yours truly

(Left to right: Flowy pants, Top, Top)

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(Dress)

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(Jacket)

Oops! Here’s baby girl with her Frozen thongs, the cheeky thing snuck in but I still have more…

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… The piece de resistance.

THE BAG.

It’s the Campomaggi bag I’ve been eyeing off for months, the bag I mentioned casually in this earlier post, and the bag that after online research and video tutorials on how to clean the bag once I own it, I finally went in today and bought it.

The protective bag it came in

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And the bag, front and back itself

My love 🙂

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I am giddy with excitement. I feel brand new. :):):)

 

#548 Returning to Island time

I wrote a post very early this year about a photo I took while on holiday with Hubbie at Phillip Island, many many many years ago.

Not only did this photo stay with me due to it being taken at a highly creative and deeply personal awakening time for me, but its strong and subtle message of taking it easy while being on an island, sang an especially sweet song. It spoke of not just relaxing into the moment, but allowing all worries and stresses to melt away as you succumbed to the slow-down pace of a more mindful part of the world.

Well today after about 5 years, we were back at Phillip Island.

Then it had been a still and sunny, though cloudy January day.

Today it had been a grey, incessantly rainy, and hair-flailing windy August day.

Then there had been an abundance of tourists everywhere lapping up the scenery.

Today there had been few overseas people about, the streets mostly empty and quiet.

Then the shops and cafes had been bursting with livelihood and excitement amongst the best time of the year.

Today there were more shops blackened and closed, than were open.

Then I had taken my sweet time to take the best shot possible of my favourite pic, angling the camera just the right way to get the best light, while using the poster’s message to take it slow and take it in, in my task.

Today I had forgotten about the poster on the passing building until we were nearly past it, and I made Hubbie slow down in the middle of the round-a-bout while I made a mad scramble for my phone and took a hasty shot of it again.

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I didn’t even get ALL the words in.

And yet I didn’t care. The people, conditions and comparison didn’t matter to me: all that was important was that the poster, the message was still there. And as long as that poster was in that same spot, that meant it was always going to be island time.

And it forever will be, rain, hail or shine.

(The background tree photo on my SmikG blog is of the Phillip Island iconic trees on the main strip, an ode to the time when an especially important story and group of characters came to life in my head…

#373 March-ing towards the warmth

Well, I am impressed March.

It was a fairly standard summer after all. I mean, when it was hot, you certainly felt it, don’t get me wrong. And though there were hot days, it just felt like they averaged at the 28 degree mark, with very few days hitting the 30s.

But March. Dear-y me. On the first day already it was hot. The other days that have followed – hot. Although many too have also been in the 28 degree category, with the next 7 days promising more 2o-something degree days, and even two 30-something degree days, this kind of weather, is far more promising and Summer-like, than Summer, actually was.

Why, you ask? Both seasons have had 2o-something and 30-something degree days, you argue.

Yes, you are right.

But.

Summer was NEVER consistent. We were lucky to get two 28 degree days in a row, before it dropped to, let’s say, 18.

Not kidding. TRUE STORY.

This happened, too many days to count. We did not get any kind of consistent stream of sunshine-y weather, and the amount of times that it got cold during those 3 months, really, pissed me off.

But March. Oh March oh March oh March. You my friend, have taken note.

You my friend, are winning hearts.

You my friend, are gonna go far.

In the lovely, bothered, humid, stinking, heat.

I LOVE IT. As too I am currently loving March. 🙂

#371 Casual beach epiphany

These casual beach visits are happening more and more lately… partly because we are testing the literal waters of how close we are, and also, because… well, the hot season ended just yesterday.

Either way I love these visits.

It doesn’t mean however, that the warm weather has gone away. March has already brought a spectacular sunshine-y day to us, and looking at the forecast for the week ahead, things look really good.

While sitting on my beach towel watching baby girl and Hubbie in the shallow waters earlier this evening (I only ever get to sit for a few minutes at a time, IF I am lucky) with baby girl leaping into the water like a frog, and Hubbie keeping watch nearby, I turned around to look at the scenery around me.

It was a Wednesday afternoon. Lifeguards were jumping off of their red boats and practicing essential life-saving skills. A man sat in his beach box behind us, making us all jelly that he had residential property on the beach. A couple of dogs ran wild in the water. And in amongst the decent lot of people around, I spotted some casual-looking ones: straw hats, low slung beach bags, big sunnies, and oversized tops thrown over their swimwear.

I looked back to the pristine and still waters before me, glistening in the sun, and got very emotional.

This was now our neighbourhood. We were now locals, as they all were.

It was a small moment, and certainly one that has struck us with its epiphany before, but every so often, Hubbie and I will be somewhere in our ‘hood, doing something, and turn to each other and say

“Look where we are.”

We actually, dumbfound ourselves.

I love these moments. I hope they never end. The wonder and sheer surprise that life has to offer, with its marvellous and weird and trippy twists and turns.

And I hope they keep on coming, at the beach.

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#357 Docklands

I don’t say this much, and I definitely don’t say this at all often in Winter, but I actually like where I work.

I like Docklands.

Sure, stuff is hard to come by on weekends. Like good coffee. Convenient food. People. Life forms of any kind. Just kidding (kind of).

Sure, the weather is a shit-hole come Winter. The wind blows me to smithereens as I try my damn hardest to force my body through the rotating doors in the mornings, the insanity turning my body at 90 degrees it is that intense.

The wet and shiny concrete is a real hazard too, and don’t make me tell you about that, and any kind of heel.

But, the positives. Like the fact that we are so close to the city, the grind of it, and yet far enough to escape the crazy and have a little peace, while being a stone’s throw away from it all.

What about traffic being somewhat not really acceptable, while in the city DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT.

What about Summer evenings?

What about the water?

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I took this photo this evening while walking back from getting some noodles for dinner. I had to walk a bit, and other places were far-closed by 6:30pm…

But when I saw those rolling and broken clouds atop the glistening water… oh man.

I actually, kind of LOVE IT.

(Just don’t ask me to repeat this in 6 months time…)