#1418 Holidaying at home

We have wanted to do it for so long.

But finally, we really feel like we are holidaying where we live.

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It’s the best. Circumstances beyond our control (me no job?!?!) have meant that we were definitely NOT going anywhere far this summer… but to be honest, last time we went away for a few nights, all we wanted to do was go home to our neck of the woods, and explore.

With Hubbie on holiday lately we’ve been able to do that. Look around our side of the world. Admire beaches and take long walks, eat yummy food and drink even more coffee, head off to other towns and kinda be a tourist, but then…

Drive home and feed the cat and sleep in our beds.

And there is NOTHING like sleeping in your own bed.

And it truly did feel like we were away… after some time at home in the late afternoon, we then went out locally for dinner… something we always do when we go away.

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They say taking a holiday makes you appreciate your home more.

I think we’ve been there, done that.

Now we are just holidaying here and appreciating here MORE. ♥♥♥♥

 

#1417 It’s okay to do nothing

If there is any a day where it is okay to do pretty much nothing, it is New Years Day.

We fulfilled that requirement to the nth degree today.

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Like sitting on the balcony, and just STARING.

And you can bet our bananas, after this day of both self-imposed and forced break and nothingness, we will be painting the Peninsula red, blue, green, yellow and pink come all our other family holiday days.

Starting tomorrow.

😉

#1344 A different festival

It’s that time of year where Mornington puts on a show and has it’s annual Main street festival.

We have gone every year since sea changing… it’s been 3 years in a row.

Today would have been 4… if we had gone.

But I had a more important festival to attend.

The Mornington Peninsula and Frankston Writers and Book Festival.

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Even the trees outside the venue, are MY trees. I love them. I see them all around the Peninsula. They are also the trees my story characters pass by on their way to school each day.

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It was an insightful couple of hours. I had booked into a workshop on ‘publishing.’ And though I got great tips and information on the industry, heard about the pros and cons of traditional versus self-publishing, I still walked away going “huh. I already knew a lot of that.”

It wasn’t that it wasn’t helpful. Just being in the room and sharing a table with other aspiring novelists was HUGELY beneficial. It motivated me in my writing dreams even further, and made me realise how important being a part of a writing community is, in sharing ideas, teaching each other information, and engaging in that writer-ly camaraderie, that feeling we get when we hear the other’s woes and go, ‘Ahh. I feel your pain.’

But the point at which I realised knowing what I already did was to my advantage, was when the workshop teacher, an editor and business owner of her own publishing company said to us –

“Often when I tell people all of this they become discouraged.”

A few people voiced their joking concerns.

“Ahh traditional publishing is too hard.”

“Self publishing is just as trying.”

Me? I was sitting there going… nope.

Been there, done that. 

Nothing about that process could scare me. I have been through the scenarios a million times in my head before. Sure there is a lot of luck and perseverance involved in finally getting your work out there and published…

But there is no other way for me. There is no other outlet. There is no alternative option.

Writing is the ONLY WAY.

And can I tell you a secret? Years ago when I used to read up on writing and publishing, the information I got back suggested at ‘if you are lucky enough to get published…’

Whereas nowadays it is “when you get published…”

Either my sources have grown in reputation, maybe it’s the courses I am doing, or maybe I am deciphering the messages differently, as I grow more confident and positive, so too what I read becomes so…?

But I truly believe that to be the case. WHEN.

I got home from my workshop day, and then sat at the computer to do, what else…?

Work on another submission for my online course.

As Elizabeth Gilbert asked in Big Magic, “What is your flavour of shit sandwich?”

Guys, over and over again, I will pick writing. All flavours of shit just to be able to write.

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#1335 To market, to market

Until I moved here, I didn’t realise how much I enjoyed one very particular thing.

MARKETS. On the Mornington Peninsula, they are abundant in their offerings.

They happen all the time. Every weekend you will find a market happening somewhere. There are seasonal markets, monthly market, and even weekly markets.

The Mornington Wednesday Market occurs on the Main Street every hump day, rain hail or shine.

The Mt Eliza Farmers Market is held on the 4th Sunday of each month.

And then you’ll find something like the Emu Plains Market in Balnarring, open once-monthly on Saturdays through the warmer months, and then hibernates their stalls, food trucks and jumping castle, over Winter.

So many markets. 

There are specialty markets that appear at the same time each year, and there are also new markets being created ALL THE TIME.

I personally, love it.

And yet I nearly missed today’s one. Thank God for social media. Facebook gave me a reminder last night, and so after picking up baby girl from school, we freshened up at home before heading down the road to the –

Soul Market. Yep.

This one is held once, maybe twice yearly. It’s a smaller venue, but so close to us, that if I knew I wouldn’t have to drag a tired baby girl home once all was looked at and oohed and ahhed, we could have a really good walk up and back from there.

We walked the rooms, shared some twisted potatoes, and enjoyed the fact, that hell, it was Friday.

For a small market, it was really high in quality with what I was presented with. I saw a lot of beautiful and special things, and, I couldn’t help myself…

I bought things. 🤭

Can you blame me? I happened across a row of Vintage dresses with the price tag of $25 tagged on the top of the clothes rack, and then I spied a really cute and fun dress, and a familiar tag…

Alannah Hill.

For $25???

I didn’t even try it on. I put it on later at home. 😉

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And that other item there? Natural deodorant. I have seen these things around lately in many forms and brands, and so when I saw the lovely lady there with pamphlets in hand and ready to offer demonstrations (and apply all the different kinds to my skin, now that is personal service!) I was more than ready to buy.

It was a nice and slow afternoon wind-down, a wind-down from this week, this month, and this cold weather…

And to think, I could possibly do it all again, as soon as this Sunday.

Because it’s the Mornington Racecourse Market. 🤷‍♀️🤣

#1327 Strawberry dreams and Pier walks

Another fun-field day (see what I did there?) of the school holidays.

It was a day of strawberries… painting, potting, and then… EATING.

And then a gentle stroll on the pier at Flinders jetty, watching kids in swim suits bomb into the water off the pier, having dogs fly past us excited to be off the leash, and then having our own run and play along the greenery… it was superb. ♥

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The days are full, and we come home tired, yet satisfied.

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#1326 The ferry adventure

Sometimes the stars just align.

Or should I say, the sun does.

This week has been beyond awesome in the sunshine factor. We wanted to head across the Port Phillip Bay via ferry today, even before we found out it was meant to be in the mid-20s… (mid 20s, woooooh!)

And it was a bloody ripper.

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From the outset of departure from Sorrento pier, everything just flowed… like the water beneath us.

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We ate and drank, walked and soaked up the sunshine, went to a park and observed the grand old trees of Queenscliff town…

All on feet. Leisurely. With no care or thought of routine in the world.

But the best image of all? The one I found once we were at home.

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Ahh.

#1325 Sunny days

There is so much to do, and so much pleasure to be had, when the sun comes out.

Step 1: Make a flower headpiece for your girl.

As soon as I saw the common Spring flowers today on our walk to get morning coffee, I had to stop. I got baby girl to collect a number of them for me, and proceeded to string them together, as my sister had done for me years ago… I have a picture in my parents front yard, of me in a red tartan dress, sporting my short bob, and a cascade of the same yellow flowers strung around the front of me as a necklace, and a halo of them sitting on top of my head.

I was so young, I’m not sure I even remember the moment… but knowing the photo so well, I feel the joy in it so clearly. I had to recreate it.

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See that yellow? Not even one filter. NOT ONE.

Spring is so beautiful.

Step 2: Find a back beach.

Not a front beach, but a back one. LOL. I think this comes down to whether it is a surf, or bay beach. Well this was most definitely a surf beach. 

We headed on to the other side of the Peninsula to access Gunnamatta ocean beach, and the waves were fierce. Rocking! Smashing. Go to my SmikG facebook page for the video, or find me under the same name on insta if you reside there…

The wind was brisk, there were kids splashing in the water (why I never!) and as much as the air was moving through me and chilling me to my core, I have never felt so ALIVE.

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We are heading back there on a hot day to jump those waves.

Step 3: Admire some more natural beauty…

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Tulip day 2. 

Ahh, Spring… how I have missed you.