31 January 2013

A Hard Rain's A -Gonna Fall


Ex Tropical Cyclone Oswald decided it didn't want to be a cyclone and would rather go on a journey down the eastern side of Australia. He caused havoc with rain, winds and quite a for tornadoes. Our family were quite lucky with no damage done or losses. Other families had to evacuate due to rising flood water. For others it was just an inconvenience because roads were cut.

We were extremely lucky to have escaped the severity of this storm because there are other people, especially in Queensland, who lost their homes. Lost belongings. Some even lost someone dear to them.

The river is receding and roads are opening up again. Soon it will all go back to normal, until the next storm season arrives.

27 January 2013




Imp - "I want my hair like Mummy." Mummy gasped and even shed a few tears when Imp's ponytail was being got cut off. Ah well, it's only hair.

Squeak - Playing in the rain before the real heavy stuff hits.

Joining in with Jodi from Che and Fidel.

24 January 2013

Operation Chair Revival

Going to our local Tender Centre is always a dangerous past time, especially when you are supposed to be downsizing the amount of stuff you own. We usually don't go there because of that very reason but a couple of weeks ago, Husband decided to pop in and have a look. Which ended badly.

Why did it end badly?  Because I put a tender on a vintage Mikasa dinner set and won it.


I also spied a lovely pair of chairs which I wanted to bid on but thought that I would be outbid and didnt want to get my heart broken over the loss. Yes that was rather dramatic, but you should have seen them!!

The next day, I promptly pop into the shop and pick up my win. While I was there, I casually mentioned how I had seen a lovely pair of chairs and wondered if they could tell me what they ended up selling for.

They did not sell. (oh gawd)
And they have to be picked up this week (shh!)
Did you want me to call the owner and see if she will take a bid now? (stop it!! enabling heathen!!)
Congratulations, you are the new owner of the chairs (i caved. oh dear, this will require some explaining...)

I am the proud owner of two really funky chairs which need a load of love. I suspect this may be a 12 month project.

Anyway, here is a before shot. I only took a photo of one because the other one has already embedded itself between the exercise bike and the jenga pile of table/tarpaulin/ropes in the shed.

chair arms chairside

Look at the spindly, angular arms!! The short legs! Under that ugly curtain of shame may be a thing of beauty.  Now I need to learn how to revive them.

Any tips would be greatly appreciated.

20 January 2013



A moment to rest for both of them after we had just spread my father-in-law's ashes. Hopefully now there is some closure for all. Interestingly, this seat appears to be a memorial for another couple who had passed.

Joining with Jodi

13 January 2013


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Squeak: Having a look out to watch the traffic go by.
Imp: Deciding running away from Mama is a fun thing to do.

"Daddy, do museums have dinosaurs?"

Just a simple question from our inquisitive Imp, saw Husband and I discover there was a dinosaur exhibition on at the South Bank Museum; and then pile everyone in the car for an adventure.

Joining in with Jodi 

8 January 2013

The 2013 Agenda


I like lists. I mean I really like lists. If I want to guarantee I get things done, then I turn into List Maker Extraordinaire™. I am not to the point of making flowcharts for cooking like on Offspring, I mean for starters I really am  (no seriously, I mean that) a bad cook, but I feel more order if I have things written down.

So I thought this year for fun, because list writing is fun, I would do a small  roll call of things I want to do this year. I may add to it as the months go by. Or in a blinding panic in December, realise I have achieved nothing on the list and cull it severely while we pretend this never happened.

Ok here goes.

THINGS TO DO (POSSIBLY IF I REMEMBER) IN 2013 - in no particular order

1. Learn to crochet
2. Take at least one photo every week  (and not with my iPhone)
3. Move states
4. Allow myself to be photographed and like what I see
5. Wear colours that don't make me blend into the furniture
6. Knit something for myself 
7. Learn to dye wool with commercial dyes 
8. Change our nature table at the START of the new season  (currently its still in early spring mode)
9. Be spontaneous
10. Try to buy more secondhand

Anyone else writing up a To Do list? Have you written yours already?

6 January 2013


As part of my push to take more photos, I am joining in with Jodi at Che and Fidel for The 52 Project. It is usually "A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013."  As I am not  keen to have obvious pictures of The Littles on net, mine will be a little different. Mine will be more of an "unportrait," as Jodi called it,  and taking images of important moments for us during the year (in which I hope there is one BIG moment)

So here is Imp in all her jumping glory


2 January 2013

2012, it's good to see you've gone

Finally the tumultuous year of 2012 has closed. The story of the past year is not one I want to repeat.

It started well. The first chapter looked promising and the scene was set for a rather uneventful journey. But like any good story that pulls in a reader, the twist in the plot begins early off. The rug is pulled out from under you, in the shape of a message. Family becomes fractured as you lose a member.

As much as it hurt. As much as it caused me so much pain and anguish, and if I care to admit it still does but with less intensity, it is nothing compared to what else this year had in store for people we knew. Even though I am not in any regular form of contact with him, the fact his feet still touch this earth is more than others get to experience.

Too many loved souls left us and it seemed to just happen in rapid fire succession of each other.  People I know have lost their precious children. Another family that we knew through The Little's playgroup lost their mother. The weight upon their hearts must be so unimaginably heavy and nothing may help them carry this weight with some ease.

Then Husband lost both of his parents within months of each others passing. Even though their link was severed quite a while before this, their deaths were filled with many mixed emotions for Husband. He mourned the wish of what he wanted his parents to be, but what they could not give him. After his father died, the day before I flew to Hobart to speak at the Homebirth Conference, Husband was left with the task to organise everything. Even though they were estranged, there was no one else. Nothing had been prearranged. The fact Husband was able to just one foot in front of the other for that week is a testament to his perseverance.

The following week was spent clearing out the house. Lots of wading through boxes, papers etc. unearthing of treasures, finding trash and greeting by history. All of it was bittersweet.

Bittersweet. I think this sums up 2012 for us beautifully. Bittersweet.

Shut the book; exhale loudly and place it in the giant library of life. Turn your heels and walk away.