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Little Peeps & Night Owls

A lovely long weekend has just passed, which means I didn’t have to deal with the dreaded Monday-it is.  Every Monday should be a public holiday – how would I go about getting that made into law?  Who can I call about that?  I’m sure it would be a popular decision…

I went to the movies (Lady in The Van) and spent time with my friend – we went for a VERY long walk on a windy beach and my calves are still hurting three days later – and had an impromptu dinner at her house.  I visited my brother and his family and went to a David Bowie tribute night at a local pub.  It was so loud, I ended up stuffing bits of napkin into my ears.  I’m not very good with super loud stuff – I am paranoid about my hearing.  My friend came with me, as did my brother and his partner.  My Mum babysat the four rugrats while we were out.  Little Miss Two stayed up until we got home – she just wasn’t having any of that “It’s time for bed” nonsense.  She’s becoming a bit of a night owl which is problematic…but I stay out of it!  But my Mum got to spend a lovely evening having mini tea parties, playing with blocks, and reading books (over and over).

On Monday, I took my Mum home (she had stayed the night with me as it was too late to take her home the night before) and then I spent the rest of the day crafting and mucking about at home.  I couldn’t settle in to anything for a bit, but eventually started doodling and colouring some little people for cards.

I drew them out of watercolour paper and then coloured them in with Copic markers.  Then I cut them out with very sharp, tiny scissors.  Which almost sent me blind and a bit crazy, but I got there in the end without snipping off anything I shouldn’t (including my own fingers).  I edged them with a black marker so there wasn’t any white showing.  Just makes it look a bit neater and helps the design “pop”.

Then I assembled them onto a card using scrapbooking paper for their dresses.  I used some rubber stamps to add sentiments and some extra accents here and there.

I’m quite pleased with them.  They’re kinda cute and make me smile.  I’m trying out different hair on my Little Peeps at the moment so there will probably be more as the weeks go by, with varying styles and dos.

Anyway, it was good to finish a couple of things and be satisfied with them – I’m trying to do that more often these days.  I’m also trying to use up more of my brighter papers and embellishments, so they will feature more and more often I think too.

Hope you had a good weekend – enjoy your week 🙂

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Cups

Cups

Now that I have smaller boobs
There’s one thing on my mind
To get some clothes that fit me well
(They’ve been previously hard to find)

I’m going to get me a turtle-neck
It’s the stuff of dreams come true
To be able to wear its tight-fitting style
For me is an amazing coup

I’m going to find some button-up tops
That actually BUTTON UP!
It’s such a revelation to me
To shop with smaller cups

I’m going to feel more confident
I’m going to be less shy
I’m going to enjoy the feeling
Of having people look me in the eye

My chest won’t be my shame now
It won’t even raise a glance
I’ll be walking around with no clothes on
Just give me half a chance!

I won’t have to worry ’bout jiggle
I won’t have to worry ’bout bounce
I won’t have to worry ’bout being covered up
I won’t have to worry an ounce

But now there’s the worry of my thighs
I think they’re a little too thick
And the sight of the stomach I now can see
Is making me feel a bit sick

I think I’ll focus on my top half
Pretend the bottom ain’t there
I’ll focus on sweaters and blouses and vests
(and make sure my legs are not bare)

I’ll no longer have an achey neck
My back will feel much better too
It’s such a relief to have less pain
I’ll be doing less whinging here too

So I’ll raid the shops for clothing
I’ve never been brave to wear
I’ll pick up low-cut t-shirts
Try them on without a care

Because now my boobs are smaller
Life has changed somewhat
I’ve always been grateful for life as it is
(but now I’m happy with what I’ve got)

Sorry, couldn’t help myself 🙂

BFF Weekend

BFF Weekend

A couple of weeks ago, I treated my best friend of 34 years to a weekend away.  CG and I have been friends for so long now, we’ve really become sisters.  I think of her as family.  She’s more important to me than just about anyone.  She’s always been there for me and I can always trust her to support and believe in me.

When we were seven years old, her family built a house on my street.  Long story short, we became neighbours and best friends in a very short space of time.  We saw each other every day, went to school together (our Mums took it in turns to take us to school and pick us up), and then hung out together every afternoon.

In truth, we were, at least superficially, very different people.  I was short and awkward, clumsy and hated sport.  CG was tall and athletic, captain of the sports team, good at everything.  She was fashionable and pretty, I was dorky and a bit clueless where clothes were concerned.  But we bonded over books and toys, music and a love of tadpoling.  We shared hobbies and interests, celebrity crushes and talked about everything under the sun.

I’d never met another kid who knew how to play.  I didn’t have to explain the concept of playing “shop” or “detectives” or anything else.  She knew how to do voices for her Barbie doll and didn’t feel silly doing it.  She was happy to play with baby dolls and Star Wars figures equally.  We built cubby houses together and miniature cities for snails (not one of our best ideas, I have to admit) and dressed our dolls in clothes made from scraps of fabric or tiny sweaters knitted with fine wool on toothpicks.  I had my first proper tea party with her and countless sleepovers.  We sang and danced in my lounge-room with my brother and stayed glued to our radios at night, listening to the Top Ten countdown of chart hits.  We watched “Grease” approximately a million times.  We cried when Johnny Depp’s character was wrongly convicted and sent to jail in “21 Jump Street”.  We stuck posters on our walls and wrote in our diaries and talked about boys.

In year eight, we went to separate high schools.  I thought my world had ended.  I was lost and frightened and lonely and felt sure all my primary school friends would forget about me.  But not CG.  If anything, we were even closer and now had even more to talk about.  We still saw each other most afternoons and started the process of growing up and changing and navigating the trials of teenage-hood.  Throughout high school we remained best friends, even though we had our own separate groups of buddies in our own respective schools.  I was very lucky to have a wonderful group of friends, that I am still close to to this day.  But CG was always by best friend.

Fast forward a couple of decades and here we are – still best friends but with different lives and trials and realities.  CG got married quite young, to her high-school sweetheart (luckily, I approved of him, much to her relief) and went on to have two gorgeous kids.  I did the opposite and got married 15 years later, divorced and remained childless.  But we are still close.  I often say we have nothing in common but, truthfully, we have one major thing in common : each other.  Our core values are the same and I think our hearts beat to pretty much the same rhythm.  Our mothers have remained firm friends over the years and have moved away from each other, only to very quickly move to the same neighbourhood, just streets apart.  My Mum sees CG as another daughter, and I know CG’s Mum feels the same way about me.  We all see each other at Christmas – usually spending Christmas Eve or Christmas night together.  It’s been that way since I can remember.

So, this weekend was a celebration of that bond.  We hardly ever get to spend time together these days.  CG works extremely hard at two jobs, plus she has to coordinate the sporting and social arrangements of her children, one of whom competes at a National level in her chosen sport.  It’s not easy for us to find a window of time that can be spent together.  I wanted to spoil CG and give her a relaxing break and enjoy some time together, like the old days.  This was also a gift for her 40th birthday (which was in December) – I figured the thing she needed more than anything was a rest and some indulgence.

We stayed at the Hotel Rendezvous in Scarborough, overlooking the ocean.  The view was lovely, even if it was too cold to actually go out on the beach itself.  We watched the (crazy) surfers out there on the water and enjoyed the sunset.  We went out to dinner and ate our bodyweight in desserts.  We stayed up late talking and catching up, in our PJs of course, just like we would have done 30 years ago.  We drank tea and relaxed and bemoaned our ever-increasing age (although we think we look pretty ok for two women in their forties) and slept in.  We went to a movie and had afternoon tea (there was a lot of food involved in this weekend – can you tell?) and a delightful couple of hours in IKEA looking at all the pretty things we wanted to buy but didn’t really need.It was so nice just to hang out together with nowhere to be and no one to bother us.

I am so lucky to have had a lifelong friend and I hope we will always be close, no matter where life takes us.

To CG, I will say this : Thank you for always being my friend, through all the ups and downs, through boyfriends and heartache, from childhood to adulthood and beyond, through weight gain and weight loss, from illness to health, babies and career changes – I love you lots and wish you nothing but happiness and contentment all the days of your life.

With love xxx

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Dawdling and Doodling…and boobs.

Dawdling and Doodling…and boobs.

Just a bit of doodling and painting (when I should be cleaning and ironing…).  I’ve had a rotten month of lurgies and injuries, stress and strife, so a weekend spent doing not much is in order.  I done my laundry and even cleared up the kitchen, which was in danger of collapsing under the weight of not-done washing up, and now I’m about to toddle off for a brisk walk in the remaining sunshine of the day.  A strained back and neck have meant I’m not up to much else, exercise-wise, and my poorly neglected garden will have to wait, yet again.

One thing I should mention is that I had a mammogram this week.  My first ever.  I approached it with some trepidation but decided that it could well be something that saves my life, so I should approach it with as much positivity as possible.  I have to say, if you’ve been putting it off, DO go and get it done.  It’s not as awful as you may think.  Sure, it’s uncomfortable and not the kind of thing you would choose to do for fun, but it is quick and easy and something you should make the time for.  I am younger than the usual “prescribed” age for a mammogram but as I am having some surgery later in the year, my surgeon wanted to make sure everything was hunky-dory in boob land.  And, thankfully, my results showed no nasties and I was given the all-clear to have surgery (more on that later).

As women, we tend to have to have no-very-pleasant health checks and I think many of us fear the mammogram unnecessarily.  But, honestly, I am not the bravest of individuals – if I can go and get one, so can you.  The entire procedure takes barely 15 minutes from start to finish and the actual time spent being “squished” is mere seconds.  If you get a nice technician (which I did, thank goodness!) the experience is made all the more pleasant, or at least bearable.

So, here endeth the public service announcement from moi.  Mammograms – not as scary as you might have been led to believe.  Less fun than a day at the beach, but infinitely more enjoyable than a maths exam or having a tooth extracted.  I am glad that I have had one now, because I will not dread it the next time and can put my friend’s minds at ease, should they be next to have one.  Just remember, it could save your life and a little bit of discomfort is definitely worth that.

Hope you are all having a lovely Saturday – I am off for my walk, taking my “girls” with me.

x

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Walkies, kitties and ring-a-ding-dings…

Walkies, kitties and ring-a-ding-dings…

Very short post today.  I am at home with a horribly sore neck.  It was bad all weekend and when I woke up yesterday I could barely move my head.  I went for a long walk with some friends of mine to see if I could get some of the stiffness out and get some sun-warmth on it.  We walked all the way around the Swan River and the weather was just beautiful (where has Winter gone?) – lots of people and their dogs out walking and jogging and enjoying the fresh air.  We walked for about three hours and caught up on each other’s gossip, love lives and issues.  Didn’t help my neck but I was happy to get some exercise and be out in the glorious sunshine.

On Saturday I managed to make a few little rings as I had received some glass dome cabochons that I’d ordered and wanted to put them to use straight away.  I wasn’t up for anything too detailed or labour-intensive.  My neck was too painful for me to sit crafting for any length of time.  So I made what I could and gave up. It took me a couple of goes to get the glue-ing technique down pat as I hadn’t used these domes before.  So, word to the wise, glue the paper to the cabochon first so it sticks flush to the base.  Then stick the cabochon to the ring blank.  That’s what worked for me anyhow…

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Much of the weekend was spent with cats, thinking about cats or hanging out with cats.  I stayed at my Mum’s on Friday night so got to have cuddles with Alexander (Boyo) who was in a cheerful, purring mood (despite what these pictures looks like):

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Then at home I got to spend some time with next door’s cat, Fatty.  We’ve just called him that – I have no idea what his real name is.  But he is fat!  Very handsome though:

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I also spend time worrying about my brother’s cats, Terence and Oscar.  They have to be rehomed and I’ve been stressing about getting them a new home quickly.  They’re such lovely boys and deserve a forever home with someone who will love them and take good care of them.

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My walk on Sunday produced some lovely shots as the day was spectacularly sunny and bright and blue sky-wonderful.

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This beautiful cormorant posed for a pic very graciously…

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Then we had mondo-major excitement when a small pod of dolphins decided to come in to do some fishing.  I didn’t think I had managed to get any shots but then, when I edited them at home, they came out ok.  It’s funny how we’ve all seen dolphins before but still get excited about them.  EVERY TIME.  I’m even the same with kangaroos and I’ve seen, been near and touched a bazillion of them in my life time.  They just all seem so magical in their wild states.  I dunno…

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This perky pelican was doing a spot of fishing too.  He was being followed around by a squad of pesky seagulls, eager to scoop up anything he left behind.  I thought one of them was going to climb inside the pelican’s bill at one stage…

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There was a couple of black swans out for a paddle too…

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We went back to my friend’s flat for a nice cup of tea and a cool down.  She lives so close to the water – look at the view from her lounge room!  We plan on doing lots of walking around her place now that the weather is improving!

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So, despite the yucky pain I’m in, I had a pretty good weekend.  Time with friends and animals, a little bit of crafting and a whole lots of sunshine – I can’t complain 🙂