Saturday, 23 May 2015

Taylor Swift is my home girl

Have you seen this yet? 

I've got it on repeat. I am addicted. The song is great. But combined with the film clip? 


It's like a mini-film. Genius. Taylor just keeps getting better and better. And this clip makes me want to take up some kind of martial arts. 

Plus the Mariska Hargitay cameo is pretty bloody awesome. Watch out for her. I love that woman. 

On becoming the mother of a 10 year old

This week the Doctor turned 10. 

I can barely believe we welcomed him 10 years ago. I can't imagine life before him, and I can't imagine life without him. 

He is the best gift I have ever been given (and so is Tiny, of course).

In those early heady days of first becoming a mum, I remember through the haze, struggling to feed, and finally walking in our front door with him curled up in my arms, the tiny body of a newborn, and being struck by the gravitas that I was responsible for his survival. 

I felt ill-equipped. Totally out of my depth. 

I was happy to be responsible, but the reality of being responsible for this small being was quite overwhelming. 

And so I started to learn to become a mum. And I loved it, despite the lack of sleep, the intense learning curve, the fact that I lacked the ability to shower most days before midday, let alone eat breakfast (I remember my sisters being disgusted at my Weet Bix being a sludgy mess, they couldn't believe I would actually eat them that way!). 

I don't think I was particularly good at it, but as the Doctor grew up, so did my confidence. 

We'd go on daily walks to the park, we'd go train spotting, we'd walk to the train station and meet Matt after work - where the Doctor's legs would pump furiously and he'd be SO happy to see the trains, as were the commuters to see this bonny, chubby rosy-cheeked boy exhilarated by the engines pulling in and going off. 

Such were our days. 

The Doctor filled my days, sometimes I cried, some days were so tough, but most days we had fun. Climbing, playing with the ducks, following the shadows, eating play dough (him, not me), setting up train track after train track. My heart is heavy thinking of those days, because my goodness I do miss them. They were uncomplicated, happy and innocent. 

But I'm not here to cast my mind back to coulda, woulda, shoulda, I'm here to say, being the mum of a 10 year old is a gift. I can barely believe we're here. But I am so glad we are. 

Happy birthday my beautiful child. May we always be close. x

Tuesday, 19 May 2015

10 Tomorrow

This time ten years ago I had eaten spaghetti bolognaise after having walked to our local supermarket (over 2kms away) having to stop every few metres due to contractions. 

I had bought the ingredients to make my antenatal teacher's special Labour Aid recipe, hired Sex and the City, snickered when the video shop guy said, see you in two days (thinking - no dude, you won't, I am in labour), and walked home. Gently. Ever so gently. Resting as I went on low fences, breathing. 

I remember Matt returning from work and me wrapping my arms around his neck, feeling comforted he was home, and I was not alone to ride the waves of contractions. 

That day I'd been shopping with my sister, Sarah. I'd bought new bed sheets. 

We were on a crazy tight budget, Matt and I, and buying one new fitted sheet that was on sale had felt like the biggest extravagance. But it did take my mind from those lower back twinges. 

Ten years ago today I went to bed, and in the early hours of the morning - I went in to labour. 

I could barely wait to greet my beloved firstborn.

Tuesday, 12 May 2015

A Royal Night Out:: Review

I was lucky enough to enjoy a sneak preview of A Royal Night Out last week. I was really, really excited, I'd watched the trailer and it looked right up my alley.

And it was right up my alley. And my street. My boulevard. My avenue. It was right up there.

Based on the true story of Princesses Elizabeth and Margaret being allowed to go out into public on 8th May 1945, VE Day, it's embellished, to great effect. 

Imagine this, six years of horrific war, food rations, bombing, general gloom and doom. And the two princesses concoct a fantastical ruse to convince their father (King George VI, played by Rupert Everett) to allow them out to hear how the public responds to his victory speech. 

It works and they are allowed out, incognito - to dance at the Ritz with a strict curfew to be home by 1am. 

Princess Margaret (played by Bel Powley), quipped with all the best lines, is wide-eyed and hilarious; Princess Elizabeth (Sarah Gadon) is considered, incredibly beautiful and navigating her world as an ordinary young woman in the midst of huge on-street celebrations. 

They jump from the Ritz, to 

It's fun. Innocent fun. It's such a fun movie, nostalgic and lovely I came out positively buzzing darlings! It's feel good, fanciful film that was so right for me to escape into.  

My rating? See it! It's light-hearted, whimsical, and an adventure on another scale. Plus it's funny! 

I give it three and a half stars. 

A Royal Night Out - in cinemas from May 14.

Thursday, 7 May 2015

Frida Kahlo's Wardrobe: Locked Away

Have you seen this? Frida Kahlo's wardrobe locked away for 50 years. Incredible!! 

You already know I am a huge Frida fan, so you'll know that my heart is beating rapidly. 

Click through to see more amazing! 

Wednesday, 6 May 2015

Three Years of Frocktober: Ovarian Cancer

When I started participating in Frocktober three years ago it was to help women in need. To raise money for women who needed help. It was because I wanted to be part of something bigger than me, more important than me, and to do something good. 

In three years I have raised over $22K. Thank you for your help, your generosity, for all of your support. 

I couldn't have done it without you. Three years of Frocktober to raise money for research into ovarian cancer has raised over $22k. 

The news that there is a new ovarian cancer that detects twice as many women with early signs is a gift!

Not that I did it solo. Of course not. But I - and you- have been part of it. 

Ovarian cancer - for society, is not sexy, it's mainly older women, but for me, it's really important. Everyone is important. Everyone integral. Everyone special. Don't make me cry!

But for a reality check, Ian Jacobs has spent not three years, but 29 years (!) trying to develop a test that detects early signs of ovarian cancer.

This is freaking awesome. 

He is freaking awesome. 

He has devised as test that picks up 86% of women who have ovarian cancer before they have symptoms.

You can read more here

And to support further research into Ovarian Cancer you can buy a white shirt at Witchery.

Tuesday, 5 May 2015

Love Film? Watch This

This is so watchable. Nine kisses. I loved it. Watch it now and report back.