Aside from my ‘shopping with my girl’ series of posts, this one is different in that oh, it expresses my deep-found love for this shopping centre that I have been away from TOO LONG.
I haven’t been to Westfield Doncaster in over 8 months. Since before we moved. I was sooo excited walking into the centre, and I realised as I walked through the passageways, and saw all the shops, both old and new, that this has to be my favourite shopping centre. I think. EVER.
It is big, but not Chaddy-big where you can’t possibly do everything and see everything in one day (you probably could, but you would be spent doing it and your legs would not like you much). It has every single shop I need and shop at, and the quality of what they have is ‘up’ there. Also, I know where everything is. This is a huge advantage at the moment, with an impatient and easily distracted baby girl – knowing how to manoeuvre around a shopping centre quickly is GOLD.
Aside from my love letter to the centre I have missed so, some special buys came out of today, which were:
- a jacket I’ve been looking for everywhere for baby girl – the size I needed was there, STARING ME IN THE FACE, and I got so excited I think the woman in the next aisle thought I had found a jacket for myself in the little girls section.
- a Peter Alexander pyjama top for myself, because I figured I needed a new one… and then I got a free ‘Best Mum Ever’ badge from the staff, just because well, you know 😉
- I also got baby girl some cute slippers from PA, thick funky stockings for upcoming Winter wear, and a Frozen necklace with a charm that broke at home within about an hour of wearing it. Great.
I think we did well. We always do at Doncaster.
We WILL be back!
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?
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…)
I always remember it like this:
There is always a pro, and a con, when we enter/end the daylight savings period.
Ending daylight savings: we lose extended daylight as we enter Winter (boo) but we gain an extra hour of sleep as the hours go back one hour on that first Sunday morning (yay!)
Staring daylight savings: we lose an hour of sleep as we go forward one hour (weep) but we gain extra daylight as Sunset grows further into the night, and the days warm up to the most beautiful time of year.
I am a big ambassador, of sunlight, Summer, and of course, daylight savings. It took me as complete surprise when my Mum mentioned days ago that it was happening, this weekend. The clocks were moving forward to indicate this man-made seasonal occasion. I was thrown. I was not prepared. I thought it was happening at the end of October, and yet it was scheduled for 2am on the 2nd of it.
I haven’t had much sleep lately. I really need sleep at the moment. So the timing was a little shit.
But then I started to remember.
Lose sleep, but gain sunlight…
Washing can be out for so long! Sitting outside ’til late. Walks around the block after dinner. Feeling like you have so much day, just because you can see out your front door at 8pm…
and so much more.
This is a brilliant time of year, with so many exciting things coming our way… and the commencement of daylight savings coinciding with it all makes me all the more grateful.
Sometimes you just need to
put on keep the trakkies on, put your hair up in a clip and call the local pizza joint.
Following the abdomen-aching and nauseating day that was Friday, today was still very slow. Slow, SLOW. I spent all day at home with baby girl, building up the feeling of cabin fever amidst the grey day, and then at night…
We still decided to stay home.
You see, we think we might still be virally contagious in some way. Only very slightly, but still. In light of this, and the fact that Spring has taken a step backwards and reminded us of how Winter was, we were like:
“screw it, we’ll order pizza and stay home.”
Which is what we did. Yeah we’re going stir crazy over sitting on the couch. Yeah we’re over these walls. Yeah we need to get out. But still, somehow, sitting on said couch, amongst said walls, in our little company of 3 chomping on pizza, it was awesome. Singing songs with baby girl, cuddling under blankets, jumping on the bed… it was brilliant, and I felt that a real bond was had on this night.
I love these nights. I love when we go out too, but these nights are not just good for the quiet time or rejuvenation required to lead a busy life – the meaningful moments shared and the beautiful memories created in these routine periods of time, are just gold.
As Sia sings in the Hilltop Hoods song: “I love it, I love it.”
We’ve had a couple of mild days, and we’ve had a couple of cold days again. Even so, a 15-16 degree day at the start of September, means ‘Spring 15-16,’ no longer ‘Winter 15-16.’
This was evident as I took my parents into the city today. It was calm, it was still, it was fresh…
But, it was also Spring. It was so evident that a change had occurred. Not just the name of change in season. But the air. The air had a different mood to it.
It had a Spring in its step 🙂
(Excuse me as I guffaw…)
So, as mentioned minutes ago, my gratitude today came from a moment, a realisation.
It was unexpectedly sunny, though rain was expected to pummel down sometime today. I was driving, feeling like I should have dressed lighter… but I didn’t mind too much. Winter was fading, and I was glad to be warm.
Baby girl was yelling out at random intervals in the back seat… postman – yell!… dog being walked – yell!… plane – yell! I repeated the things she saw and took joy in the simple objects around us with her.
Prince was singing. 1999. Extended version. My stereo volume, on 16.
And just like that: baby girl in one ear, Prince surrounding the car, the heat emanating through the car and the sun beckoning from outside, in the aftermath of a huge party-filled weekend, with thoughts of our beach house looming to us in my mind, only months away…
I was really happy, and content. It was a moment, but a very cool, a very special one. I know to take pleasure in things like this. We are now in ‘anticipatory delight.’*
(*Definition comes at the end of my Jam and Cream food review)
So I came into work today to hear three lovely words.
Oh. And ‘today.’
We walked through the Antarctic wind blasts to get to The Hof – and after feeling like you’re having ice cubes pelted at your face, you do quite enjoy the warm surroundings, schnitzel special, and cider.
Surprising things, are often some of the most fun and gratifying. Therefore I am grateful for these times when they spring upon us.