Thursday, 27 March 2014

My Dream Space

I have a little secret to tell, I can't take full credit for the idea for today's little rambling.  I was reading maxabellaloves and she has this beautiful idea of writing about a Pin that has inspired her.

My head is often so full of things that I want to write about, but when I find that quiet moment where I can hit the keyboard my mind goes completely blank.  Put that together with the fact that I can get lost for hours and hours in the pages of Pinterest and there goes my precious few moments of writing time.

Of course today I was doing just that, ooohing and aaahing my way through Pinterest when I found this photo.  I think I fell in love with the light (not literally the light hanging from the ceiling - although it is lovely- but the lightness in the room).  I love anything that is white, and light and airy.  I think it helps keeps the scary thoughts away.

This inspired me to start a To Do list and start working on my own little work space.  To make it light and bright (and or course organised :)) A place that can be my own little haven instead of the chaos that it currently is.

Do you have a favourite place to work (or just hang out).  Do you use Pinterest for your inspiration?


Sunday, 23 March 2014


I was prompted to write this after reading Zanni's post at  My little sunshine house  and her story about her grandmother.

I was blessed with the most beautiful Grandmother ever.  Her name was Connie and I absolutely adored her.  She has been gone almost 3 years now but I still think of her every single day.  She was kind, she was caring, she would do anything for anyone, but she also had the sharpest tongue of anyone I ever knew and she could be a right royal bitch when she wanted to.  Some of her comments still make me laugh.

She loved a glass of brandy, she loved a glass of bubbles (I'm sure it's where by liking for a glass or two comes from).  She loved Bold and the Beautiful, and I have to say, I'm really not to sure how she would feel about the new Ridge to be honest, I really don't think she'd be too impressed.

Four years ago she was to suffer a loss that no grandmother should ever have to go through - the loss of her beloved grandson (my brother).  I still remember the confusion in her eyes, and her inability to come to terms with it.  It breaks my heart every time I think about it because it was to be the beginning of the end for her.

But I refuse to dwell on that final year or so.  Instead, when I think about her I think of the 95+ wonderfully happy years she lived.  I think about all the times I used to jump off the school bus with my girlfriends halfway home so we could call into Nanny's for afternoon tea.  (Mum soon got into the habit of heading straight to Nanny's on her way home from work because she knew that's where us kids would be).

I think about the fairy cupcakes she would make, and the lemon meringue pies.  I think about dinners at her home with Pa before he died where every meal was like a dinner party.  And when it was just Nanny, I remember dinners where tables were still set like a dinner party - she's be horrified that I still don't own a beautiful packet of serviettes and still just throw a roll of paper towel at my boys if I get sick of them wiping their hands on their shirts.

I think about how even right up into her nineties she would catch the bus from her home into the city in Adelaide and have hair done every week.  I remember how she would never open the front door, let a lone leave the house, without a full face of make up on.

I also can't help but think about my own boys and the relationship they have (or don't have) with their own grandparents.  My parents live interstate and are definitely not the doting grandparent type.  Whilst I know they love my boys dearly - they are very much the "pat the boys on the heads" type of grandparents rather than the "getting down to their level and playing" type.  I am however blessed to have a mother-in-law who loves nothing more than spending as much time with them as she can, again, it's distance that often proves the barrier.

Even as I type this I can feel the tears prickle at the back of my eyes as I remember Nanny and all that she meant to me.  I so often wish I could turn back the clock, to when life was simple and easy and I didn't know the pain and sadness that life could inflict. But as we all know, it's just not possible, so all we can do is look back with fondness and a smile on our face and try and keep those tears at bay. 


Monday, 17 March 2014

The Joys of Daytime TV

I'm just curious, is it the perception of the media gurus that everyone who is home during the day is either over weight or about to die? Or perhaps knows someone who is over weight or someone that is about to die?

Maybe they are going for the double whammy.  A really over weight person about to die!!

Seriously people, if you happen to have the TV on during those hours where clearly all but the over weight and near dead are at home because all the lively thin people are off doing exciting things with their lives, then take a moment to do a little research and take notes of what those advertisers are trying to sell you.

Diet Plan - Tick
Funeral Plan - Tick
Exercise Equipment - Tick
Life Insurance Plan so you can be prepared for when you die - Tick

And this was just in one ad break - jeez.  If wasn't depressed, I sure am now.

So if you happen to work from home and maybe happen to have the TV on in the background, or you are on holidays and just want to hang out at home for the day, or if you work shift work, or you are a stay at home mum (who is neither over weight or about to die), then clearly there's no place for you in the mind of daytime TV advertising budgets.

But, as I said, if you are over weight and about to die, well boy, have we got a deal for you!!!