It is well recognised, right around the world that I am a really, really bad packer.
Like really bad.
Not just 'Oh no I forgot my slip' bad. I am woeful
I either pack way too much, not the right things, or all of the above.
My case in point - our Christmas trip to Melbourne and the Mornington Peninsula. This resulted in me wearing my father-in-law's knitted jumpers all holidays.
I packed mine, and both the Doctor's and Tiny's suitcases on a 36 degree night in Sydney. And there was me - laying it all out - and any other temperature was completely unimaginable because that heat. My goodness. The heat was all I could think of.
So skimpy, summery, barely anything there clothing it was.
And then we landed in Melbourne. It was grey. Cold. Raining.
You can only imagine my delight. And the kids.
We spent almost one and a half days hunting the shops looking for anything vaguely wintery - to no avail.
This was high summer baby, there's not a track pant or fleecy jumper to be had.
Or take the time Matt and I went to London in November. I took 23kgs of luggage. But nothing could have prepared me for how grey and bleak London winter is. And so I wore seven layers every day to counter the chill. Why I didn't buy a coat over there, no one will know. But I will never forget stripping off almost all layers once I came inside - because apparently London does heating well too.
Let's just say packing is certainly not my forte. Insert sad face here > <
Fast forward to now and I'm madly trying to pack for a couple of days home. I know it's going to be cold up there. I know it. And yet, my packing is totally random. I find something that feels a bit warm - and I toss it in. When I get to the other end, I'll pull all that stuff out - and once again wonder what happened to my brain - and no doubt everyone will wonder why I look so bizarro. Because nothing I pack actually makes sense.
Therefore I am going to take it upon myself to research packing methods. I am going to learn from the best, and then I am going to come back and share with everyone. The Secret Art of Packing.
Thursday, 17 April 2014
Wednesday, 16 April 2014
So I skipped Bikram last night. Which yes, I know, was incredibly naughty. Scandalous!
Something's got to give, and dinner didn't really satisfy, but instead of going for a chocolate fix after dinner, I made Matt and I a quick and healthy smoothie.
It's filling, it gives us two serves of fruit, plus the added bonus of chia, the Omega-3 and protein from almond milk and it was sweet - satiating that thing in my brain saying: gimme, gimme!
This is what you need:
1 generous cup of frozen raspberries (or you could use fresh if you have them)
1 small ripe banana
1 cup of almond milk
2 tablespoons of chia
I tossed everything into the Kitchenaid blender - 30 seconds later - yeah baby, fresh, cold, tasty.
And totally worth skipping Bikram for, right?!
* I am a massive fan of KitchenAid, and have been lent some of their products to try. They are ace. Totally ace. And the blender matches my pink KitchenAid mixer. It must be love.
Tuesday, 15 April 2014
This weekend I was lucky enough to spend six beautiful hours sitting, chatting and weaving with eight other women.
What a rare treat!
I was so fortunate to be able to attend Natalie Miller's weaving workshop.
Honestly, this was such a gift - to spend a day doing something I wanted to do. I felt so, so lucky.
I left the kids at home with Matt for the day, and drove the green and beautiful drive to Robertson. All lush hills, rainbows, cows and me busy daydreaming - wondering how I could move down this part of the world. Dreamy McDreamerson.
Although I am not what I would term an adept crafter (in fact I may be called the dunce), I had such a great day. It was the perfect therapy: making, chatting, drinking tea, eating incredible cake, and learning from Natalie.
There's something about making something with your own hands that is positively life-affirming and good for the soul.
We learnt about yarn, dyeing wool, weaving, and all from the beautiful, generous and talented Natalie. She's pretty darn ace.
I'm now trying to finish it off at home, with Tiny very keen to help with the bobbin, and Happy Cat available to swipe the yarn at every opportunity. 0_o
Monday, 14 April 2014
I lay down for much of it too - contemplating other things such as a quote I'd read: "The way you handle your sweat is how you handle life."
Apparently I wipe it off. And then take a good lie down.
The second class was not only a punishment by heat and stretching.
Some foul-bottomed soul was unleashing eggy farts upon my area. So imagine this - if you will, hot, sweaty, humid. And the stench of a million years of everyone's sweat marinading in the sisal.
And then some arsehole - and I mean that literally, is farting almost at regular intervals.
Some fart-breath foul-bottomed yogi had taken it upon themselves to egg it up and eat curried egg sandwiches before class.
Are you gagging yet? My goodness, I was. I got to the point I was going to yell out and tell whoever it was that they should go drop their friends off to the pool. I felt like I should suddenly have Tourette's and unleash some wordy beast on their sweat covered hiney.
Then I contemplated how unBikram that would be of me. Of how I should be accepting of someone's rank egg bottom trumpets. About how I should be at one with methane.
But I couldn't.
And I haven't been back because some asswipe stole my yoga libido.
Namaste, Farticus, namaste.
Sunday, 13 April 2014
I felt pretty angry. That's actually an understatement. This has been percolating away for a while.
So 20 minutes after walking in, I walked back out.
I felt pretty guilty. But also pretty angry. I am sick of being the only one to tidy things away because everyone's taken the "it's not my stuff" posture - so they just leave it.
What did I do? Well, what is one meant to do when you have steam coming out your ears and no where to really go?
I went to the movies. With no movie in mind, I just had to pick one based on the time I arrived, and whatever was showing. Thankfully it was The Grand Budapest Hotel. PHEW!
Because my friends, watching that film? Magical.
I kept sitting there reminding myself that Wes Anderson is a freaking genius. Everything is perfect. And perfectly quirky and wonderful. There are so many shots I wanted to photograph in my memory because they were a beautiful play of colour, a riot really.
I've thought about it all day, and looking on Pinterest has reminded me of so many great moments, I can't wait to watch it all over again.
Honestly, it's one of my all-time favourite films now, straight to my top 5. And maybe even my favourite Wes Anderson film.
The casting is brilliant.
The costumes are superb.
The sets incredible.
Everything is sublime.
Have you seen The Grand Budapest Hotel? And did you love it as much as I did?
Tuesday, 8 April 2014
Opening at the Flinders Street Gallery is Matthew Kentmann's new show. He has created a beautiful, dream-like collection of paintings inspired by the Australian coastline.
He's also my husband.
Flinders Street Gallery
61 Flinders Street
Exhibition is open from 9th - 19th April.
Please come and say hi if you're around and love art!