Wednesday, 27 June 2012


My birthday last year was wonderful. The husband and I visited friends for a few days and I spent the daytime going to markets, bookshops and yoga classes while he worked and then we all met up again in the evenings for some great dinners and funny conversations. It was a completely self-indulgent, alternate reality that I came back from with a jolt when I got a phone call with terrible, if not entirely unexpected, news during the taxi ride home from my birthday dinner.

One moment I was in a taxi with three of my favourite people, a slight champagne and good food buzz fizzing through the air as we joked and talked nonsense, the next moment I was yanked right back to sobriety and guilt. Guilt for the laughter just a moment before, guilt for not knowing, guilt for being on the other side of the world.

So as my birthday came around this year, the bar was set pretty low. I felt a small knot of panic every time I thought about the approaching date. Thankfully, there weren't any more late night phone calls.

The husband set out on a mission to distract and entertain me all day long. There was food, lots and lots of good food.



and dinner;

And a new camera lens (that I can't quite always focus yet) that I had lots and lots of fun with. We came home at the end of the day completely exhausted and feeling like we wouldn't need to eat for the rest of the week.

I sat and raised a little toast and gave thanks. Lots of thanks for lives well-lived, cherished memories and for a wonderful husband who distracted me when I needed it and left me to sit quietly when I needed that too.

Saturday, 18 June 2011

Married life

Image: Doodlers Anonymous
I can't wash the lettuce.

Why not?

OK, I don't LIKE washing lettuce.

Fine. I'll wash the lettuce, you iron.


Thursday, 28 April 2011


I'm pinning away on Pinterest. Because the stripes and sequins have to be saved somewhere.

It is very addictive and I seem to have spent an inordinate amount of time naming and renaming my boards. Then changing my mind again and re-categorising completely. In fact, I may just do away with boards entirely and just collect everything onto one.

It is still in beta so if you want to try it and haven't yet you can submit your email address and wait for an invitation or let me know and I'll sent you one of the five I have.

If you've found your way here via A Safe Mooring, welcome. I blog occasionally but mostly tweet and pin.

Tuesday, 19 April 2011

Grand Designs

Image: Crossway passive house by Hawkes Architecture 

Having somewhat obsessively watched Grand Designs from the very start I've always wanted to go to the Grand Designs Live exhibition in London, but being in the wrong country does of course pose logistical problems.

Well although I still won't be going this year I did find these free (yes FREE) tickets so hopefully someone else can take them and gorge on beautiful, practical homes. And if you do happen to meet Mr McCloud, no need to share my not-so-secret obsession.

And if anyone is wondering, no; the Australian version is nowhere near as good. Not only have they not got Kevin but the builds just aren't as interesting. I still watch it though, it may get better!

P.s. Yes I am (almost) completely ignoring the fact that I disappeared for a year. As you were. xx

Sunday, 17 April 2011

My next tweet

So Kirsty just MADE me waste half an hour on this tool that 'predicts' what your next tweet will be;

Some err, highlights;

 Well my nose isn't great but surely that's a bit harsh?

 Yes. I am. Well about the same level of excited about last year actually.

I am a magnificent woman (hey, it's official). Why does anyone still bother going mad? Complete waste of time.
People pay therapists for this shit.

Sequin pants make it easier to get a job. Who knew?

It also seems to think I think about skateboarding a lot. I do not.

 Well not if they're bots. I don't mind people.

 I don't like shops. I do like nice online shops that deliver internationally, preferably with cheap or free delivery. Not sure how gay mums got in there though.

 Well I do try. Bad image crediting is bad karma. Go here for instructions.

 Ditch the marketing, train sales staff better?

 Well gelatine is disgusting so if anyone ever finds jelly sweets without it do let me know.

Strangely addictive. Um, I take no responsibility if you waste your entire weekend on here.

Monday, 22 February 2010


Now THIS is a belly picture...

If you haven't already, go have a look at the beautiful Rummey Bears (that's Mama Bear in the pic).