The Things We Do For Love

I've done some pretty silly things for love. Pretty darn silly.

Like:

- do I really have to say out loud?

And today, I've gone and done it again. I promised a picture of me in my new top. Nevermind the fact that here it's kind of cool, raining, and the top I've been working on is clearly a Summer top. Nevermind that. I'll wear it. Even if it still has tacking around the collar where I still have to stitch, this dear friend, is a design feature, until I take to the machine later tonight.

So here I am being ridiculous in the name of love. The shots I took where I pretended I wasn't taking photos of myself were so silly, painfully awkward, that I decided to ham things up. Everyone's got an inner model (I'm sure of it, I don't get out of bed for less than $10,000 is a fab mantra.. if you don't have kids), and today, I've drawn on my inner model just for you. Just as Beyonce has Sasha Fierce, my inner ego is... Tallulah Moochacha.

Some models appear as though they've dislocated a shoulder to contort their bodies. I've drawn on them, minus the hospitalisation (who would feed the masses in my absence?). I've pouted harder than any woman's pouted before.

All to show you my new top. Finito. Now how's that for the things we do for love?

Magical March: Day 30

Today is particularly magical. Want to know why? Because - I finally finished the top I started stitching three months ago. I'll wait a moment while you pick yourself up off the floor from the shock.

Tick.

Tick.

Tock.

Incredible. I know. I even thought about listing it on eBay as a project for those who like only to do half projects. You know, they could do the end half, and as a result have a new top (rather than start a new top and never finish it).

I have plenty more great ideas where that came from.

Like why don't doonas have clips inside them to clip onto the doona cover so that they don't all crumple up? I always wind up with the bit of the doona cover without the actual doona.

I should possibly become an entrepreneur. Although I don't know what that would entail.

So tomorrow, I will come bearing gifts. A photo of me, PottyMouthMama in my top. Roll up, roll up, you will be amazed. You will be astounded.

In the meantime, be astounded by my Mum's super tidying effort in organising my collection of vintage cups and plates. That woman is a genius. (She also tidied our house - I can very obviously now see we have a floor - who woulda thunk it?)
My parents were visiting on the weekend which was super great. The Doctor was ridiculously excited (heck so was I!), and Tiny scored loads of cuddles.

Magical March: Day 26

I've run fresh outta puff on this one. I'm calling on you. Gimme some energy to think of something magic.

Decidely unmagic this morning was, after the Doctor requested a strawberry smoothie, I bumped a full bottle of lime cordial which sent it shattering on the ground. I started to clean that up after being cut on my foot, found a fresh nest of silverfish (if you remember my arch nemesis), then Tiny vomited. Tres magnifique!

All is not well at PottyMouthMama HQ and I don't like it.

Sometimes I wish the Doctor was a real doctor and could fix our woes. Now wouldn't that be handy?

Speaking of doctors, I've recently watched Michael Moore's 'Sicko'. Have you seen it?

Anyway, on a kind of unrelated front, picture is of our nightly story time with Matt and the smalls (both with the stare bears transfixed by the lamp). And another of yet another doily. You asked for it!

Dear Anonymous,

Thanks so much for sharing your wonderful insights into the wide, wide world of:

- direct marketing
- online marketing
- bisnis marketing (hey who knew there was suchathing)
- best forex robots (robots? I want in!)
- diet tips
- diet menus
- and other things that I can't decipher

Seriously, those 20+ links you left in the comments have changed my life. It would be criminal if I didn't click through and check out all those links (but I haven't, I live in fear of viruses and we have enough of those in our house at the moment) - because quite frankly, that list of website after website was so subtle, I almost didn't see myself. Like I was in a trance. Like you were the new Patrick Jane (but hey, I have NO idea if you have those gentle curls, those delicious eyes, the mischievous manner, no idea).

From the heart of my bottom, I thank you kind commenter, I may soon have a new vocation as a forex robot (I still don't know what that is, sounds a bit like fox, and anything foxy I am down with).

With great love and respect,
PottyMouthMama

Magical March: I Dream of Genie (Day 25)

I really do. Well I wish I did. I wish I lived in her little pot, all pink and purple cushioned goodness, a few over the top gold highlights, swathes of chiffon, ah I can feel it. Fake eyelashes that go for miles, are you feeling it?

Matt has a severe case of man-flu, Tiny is vomiting and the Doctor has a rash across his chest and it's creep-creep-creeping.

Feeling it yet?

I need distraction peeps! Anyway. Let's talk harem pants. I bought 'em. I'm wearing 'em. But am I wearing 'em correctly? You see, I'd like to be rockin' 'em, but I'm just a little scared. Can't touch this.

While trawling the internet for how to instructions I found this little cutie.

Sorry for the tangent, but cute, style savvy little zeitgeist - we adore you.

And here's my go-to for how-to. Got any tips on how to rock the kasbah in my harems?

For something magical, if you're not feeling the magic of the harem pants, well here's a shot of our crazily dishevelled craft drawer courtesy of the Doctor and his spur of the moment craft activities. Today - hotting up his cardboard box car with dinosaur stickers.

My piece of magic that I take from this. More doilies. Can't. Get. Enough.

Magical March: Day 24

(I may have missed some 'magical' days, let's just pretend you didn't notice, awright?!)

It doesn't even feel Autumnal at the moment, in fact, it's kinda hot. But in a nice way, not in a stifling, dangerous way. It's cool enough to sometimes wear a cardi, but warm enough to enjoy that slight Autumn breeze slow dancing in on the coat-tails of Summer.

So I've gone AWOL a few days. Sorry 'bout that. I am sure you've been checking your email every hour on the hour wondering just where is PottyMouthMama, so inspiring, witty and creative are my posts (ahem). Slamming down your cup-of-cino (am I alone when I say, I can't stand when people say cup-of-cino?!) and thinking, damn girl, get your freak on and get back to blogging. Well here I am.

Having spent the last six days daydreaming of holidays, of someone else cooking me dinner (yes Hoppo Bumpo, I hear you loud and clear), losing time in book stores, looking for shoes in apparently all the wrong places (hello, has anyone ever heard of a woman with a size 12+ foot? Apparently not. Nope no shoes for me. Just thongs and sneakers. Hot. Uber hot.) and going on yet another date with my husband, I am back friends. Back!

And for you today, a little bitta eye candy. More doilies. It's doil-rific! Sitting in the sun enjoying their new life with moi. Ain't life grand?

Super Doctor

No waiting time. No ouchy needles. Only bulk bills. Watch out. Is it a bird? Is it a plane? Nope, it's Super Doctor. Cape complete-o.

Finished it last night, along with almost finishing my top (woohoo - let's hold a party, meet me back here at 9pm and we'll pop the cork - awright?), and finishing cutting out a new top. It helps when half the class isn't there.

So the Doctor woke this morning to his superhero cape. However, it appears to be faulty - it won't make him fly. Ahem. Where's the imagination senor?

Anyway, took the Doctor to pre-school wearing said cape. He was happy as a lark. Then I went to leave and asked if he wanted to give me the cape to take home. Nope, not parting with it. So I went to check with a teacher that it was ok - and she misread what I meant and went straight over to the Doctor to tell him to give me the cape.

Such a bad, bad miscommunication. The Doctor was in tears. I was on the verge, I don't give a brass razoo if that cape gets trashed, it's meant for having fun, and rough and tumbles and zoom-zooming into the air, looping the loop and defying the ground. I was happy for him to keep it there, I just wanted to make sure it was ok. But nope - and then I got sent home. Detention for the mama.

I'm making vanilla sugar cookies for our afternoon play date. Hopefully that will help soothe a hurting super hero's heart.

Take that! Shazaaaam!

Cosy

Cosy
***
Awake in the middle of the night
Sleep has snuck off,
My body fuelled by lethargy,
I can’t even seek it.
Instead
I listen to the rhythm of your breathing
1-2, 1-2
It’s a careful pendulum,
1-2, 1-2

(wonder if the birds are waking)
I keep count, and sleep slides in
Underneath the blanket, somewhere
Underneath the pillow
She wraps me up,
Takes me off to paisley-Moroccan-polka dot dreams.

* * * *

More COSY over here.

Magical March: Day 19

The hot lunch date was super good. Recharged our love batts, remembering dates from long ago, ate a sandwich together, uninterrupted conversation. Ok there was not much conversation during lunch because these were big sandwiches. And delish too. But it was fun hanging out, in the big shiny city.

And we did manage to capture our first date in a long time on film. Or photo paper at least. Matt and I used to routinely seek out photo booths during our courtship days (I love the word courtship and try and weave it into as much conversation as possible) and have collected loads of strips of photos this way. So we snuck into a booth and captured ourselves. Dodgy photo of photos, but you get the drill, capiche?

And you asked for more of the doily delights, perhaps I can do daily doily delights (or not, how much doily can you bear?). You know I counted over 80 doilies in that choc box, so you know, it could keep me blogging a lot more.

this one's my favourite. if i were a bride over again (fear not Matt, just thinking if we did our wedding again), I'd be working this baby into my dress somehow. heavenly deeelight!

Waving A Very Magical Wand: Day 18

She was right. I did succumb. I did go back and make the purchase. It wasn't until 4pm, but I gave in to the lacy daydreams, and the stitches of time long ago. Crankypants was still manning the shop but I went in. I bought that booty load of doilies and beautiful embroidery, and boy oh boy, I am so pleased I did. I've been going through the box over and over - it's all so beautiful. One woman's handiwork is this woman's treasure. How could anyone just give this up to the op-shops? I will never know, but I am so glad they did.

Today I'm doing some work 'things' so I am out all day and the smalls are staying with my kind sister who has volunteered to babysit for me. I'm particularly excited because I have two hours break - so my lover (read: my husband) and I are going on a lunch date. We've not been on a date in yonks, so I can't wait to dazzle him with my charm and wit (or really just eat a sandwich together and loll about in the sunshine).

Back to something interesting. Here are just part of the loot I scored.

And in case you ever wonder, I do give back to the looting fairies. I just put a whole bunch of stuff out on the street for council collection tomorrow. I hope someone gets into it and finds some treasure.

Magical March: Day 17

Happy St. Patrick's. Or if you're the Doctor - happy Patrick's day. Dressed head to toe (including green undies) in green, off he went to pre-school. So. Darn. Excited.

Happy St. Patrick's day to all my Irish readers. All one of you. Top of the morning to you Sheilsy.

I May Have Done Something Really, Really (Exceptionally) Stupid. Thoughts?

Tiny and I went for a quick op-shop this morning. In fact, we didn't just go to shop, we went to deliver goods. First off we were greeted by the rudest woman alive. With babe in arms, I was struggling with a large box of glassware etc under the other arm. She instructed me to put it on the floor. Without forcing Tiny into some mad sort of contortion, I declared that I couldn't physically do it - you try it, it's not easy unless you've been doing some sort of exercise (me - nil - youch). Then I asked (very nicely mind you) if she'd mind if we came in the back door rather than pounce right around the front of the shop. We had just made two trips backwards and forwards from our car that was parked about 50 metres away, juggling all sorts on our return trip on the pram and in my arms. No mean feat. So it was easier if I just came in the back way, with me?

"I don't think your pram will fit."

"Oh righto, I'll just leave it out here then."

"You know, I'd prefer if you didn't leave it out here, I'll get in trouble." (From who, the pram police?!)

"Right, ok, well I'll give it a shot."

---> Rudest lady alive just watches me pull the pram in.

"Thanks very much for your help."

So I do the rounds. Find a few things. Put a few things back. Struggle to get some soft toys from Tiny's grip (because, you know, I struggle with secondhand soft toys, all that saliva and oddments of old food - eek). Just after I had paid, I spy a ginormous chocolate box. Vintage. Bigger than a shoebox. I read a small label on it:

Contains embroidered linen & doilies - the lot for $50.

Work with me here people. My heart is ga-goong, ga-goong (BTW - did you know that Jennifer Grey had a nose job and subsequently vamoosed her career?). I went through the lot totally beautiful. Incredible. Clearly a woman's life work. Amazing. So many gorgeous pieces, tatting, embroidery, oh wow. And then I left it there.

You see, I'm trying to spend less, save my clams, declutter, and stop buying things that I really have no need for.

But now I can't stop thinking about all that beauty just sitting there.

Magical March: Day 16

Do you feel as though I am copping out, and anything that happens in my day is magical now to fit into my Magical March? Yes. Me too. But you're going to have to deal with it, awright, because for now these small things are going to have to make do for being magical. Magical or non.

When the Doctor returns from pre-school today he's totes going to be stoked because he and I have been on a man-hunt searching high and low for vintage Fisher Price Little People. We drove all around our neighbourhood last Saturday searching, searching - there were NO GARAGE SALES within a 10km radius (ok, ok we didn't really trawl that far), so we wound up three suburbs over. lThis garage sale, though highly organised, did not do it for the Doctor. There was not one skerrick of children's paraphernalia. Bummer dudes.

With my hands thrown skywards I went global. If only I could just pop on to my private jet, but nope, eBay it was. And eBay is where we scored the fruits of our search.

Guess what arrived in the post today?

Like I said, the Doctor is totes going to be stoked.

Magical March: Day 15

When I was deeply enthralled in something on my computer - probably YOUR BLOG - the Doctor came over and said, "So Mummy, do I look like you now?"

I look up and see this.

Fear not, dear reader I've never even put that clip in my hair. But apparently the Doctor thinks he's hitting it Mummy Stylie. Ouch. They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. So how am I supposed to interpret this?

Magical interpretation, oui?

PS - Let's just pretend that mess in the background isn't really there, shall we?

Magical March: Day 14

Weekends for me are like a cool breeze. Or a chance to breathe and prepare myself for the week ahead. I have a whole to-do list to kick through, and if I don't get to cross everything off, I feel a little disappointed.

Tiny kicked off the weekend by being awake for over three hours in the middle of the night. Thank you for that. I've reintroduced myself to tired-ness. Not that we weren't well-aquainted. Tired-ness and I stretch way back to when I was first pregnant with the Doctor. We're tight.

I'm tidying up. Getting things organised. Trying madly to avoid Twitter. Baking. Shaking. Stitching. I'll show you my latest stitchy efforts when I get a little further into it.

Above is a very grainy photo of the Doctor and I. The Doctor is sporting his new swimming goggles. He likes to wear them all day long. To the shops. In the car. Around the house. In the bath. I like him to wear them too, it makes me giggle. Magical little people.

Magical March: Day 13

Something magical to lose yourself in.

Back To Magical March: Day 12

I've missed a few days. Punish me if you will, but I needed to take some time out of trying to see things magically for a moment to push through the week.

Today is Magical Thursday.

After forgetting to attend a meeting with my accountant on Monday, I turned up to see him today, albeit it 1/2 hour late. He's a rad guy. He didn't mind. He didn't even blink an eye when he saw the state of disarray my tax/accounting is in. Man, oh man, did I mention I hate paper work?

I stayed up late last night continuing Magical Methodical March. Silverfish be damned because you're not going to be eating here tonight. Awright? I even just found an invoice I've been hunting for for the past 36 hours. Magical and then some. Turn it up!

Since the last time you saw me, I've become magically hooked on Twitter. My favourite for the moment is Diddy. My goodness, his updates have made me laugh. But then I decided that things were going Twitter-ific when Matt exclaimed, "PottyMouthMama, now you're twittering to me about Tweeters." It's true. I hang my head in shame. IN SHAME MY FRIENDS. My whole life has become one online par-tay that I must attend at all hours. Breakfast, count me in. Lunch, snore - already here. Dinner, what's Diddy eating? Shame on me.

This afternoon we're busting out of the house once Tiny decides to rouse from her beauty sleep. We're heading to the park. There's no dinner to be had (let's just get it over with and delete it, no one's interested, alright?!). We're busting up some bark chip and we're gonna get vertical on the slide. Awww yeah. Magical March. Ain't nobody like you.

School Lunches

I ate Vegemite sandwiches almost every single day of my school life. From Kindergarten to Year 12. I loved them. My Mum tried to mix things up a bit by making celery and cheese sandwiches - which invariably got all hot and sweaty by lunch time, and became largely unedible. I don't like sweaty sandwiches. And I have to say, celery sandwiches are a little unorthodox in my book too.

When I was older I got a job to help pay my bills (read: so I could go to the canteen whenever I wanted), to bankroll my own dream lunches.

I never ordered. I was never that organised at high school. Truth be, I never wanted what was on order. I didn't dig on the potato pies. Or the meat pies. Or the fishburgers. Yikes! Instead I liked to see what fate threw at me that day. Usually, I ate an apple pie for lunch. A chelsea bun. I know both my sisters loved those buns too (and I'm not referring to the PE teacher if you know what I mean).

School lunches were where the social side of school played out. You know, who were you going to sit with, were you going to brave going down the back, did the rough kids throw food at you as you walked past (thanks for the apple that hit me in the head that time), handball for the Year Sevens, Year Eights were too cool to be seen doing anything, Year Nines were dodging Year 10s and so on. Sometimes lunches were spent watching the boys play football/basketball. Sometimes we made daisy chains. Sometimes we hung out in the library. I liked books. (I still go to the library.) And for some, lunchtime was canoodling time. Or rather, it was make up or break up time. But not for me. Nope. I liked chatting with my friends, hanging out in the darkroom, and surprise, surprise, eating lunch. And talking on a Walkie Talkie to friends in a different building. Mobile phones were not around, or they were, but heck - who can fault a Walkie Talkie?

Year 12 meant less and less school lunches, and more of a drive home and bunker in to study (or Oprah) for the afternoon. Or afternoons with our drama class rehearsing. Or working on our final art projects. Or just hanging out in the common room (I hated that room. It always smelt like sweaty boys and afternoons of studying history). And then the era of my school lunches ended.

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Like I've Hit A Rut. A Big, Fat Rut. Not To Be Confused With A Rat.

image via caruba

Ever feel like you've hit a bit of a rut? Or you're so consumed with day to day life you don't have the chance to stick your head out of your little home and see what else there is that might interest you?

I feel like that at the moment. That day to day life is all-consuming, that beyond looking after my babes, and trying to fit in my work, and being a wife, sister and friend, that there's not a lot of room at the moment for me minutes, let alone looking ahead to what's next.

I feel like I've hit a big, fat, unattractive rut.

When I was little and I looked at people who were my current age, I thought how grown up they were, how life was all sorted out. And I see now that I am here, looking out - it's not. There's still so much potential that's ripe for the picking, but it's choosing which way to go or even whether to go go go. Are you hearing me?

My life is pretty darn great. I have a beautiful family. I am very grateful. I have great friends. I am a most fortunate sausage.

But what's next? I need to shake things up a little. Feel the adrenaline. I'm not happy unless I have something new on the boil, I know that. But what is that 'new' going to be. I don't mean it has to be something big. But just something to get my creative juices going again. Universe, you hear me, right? Talk to me.

Magical March: Day 9

I'm kicking goals today. Mopped the floors, almost finished the washing, doing some work, getting ready for sewing, baked ANZAC biscuits before pre-school and then - forgot to go to the accountant to organise my tax. For last year. No amount of diarising reminded me of this little gem.

So now I am being studious and getting organised. Because for me, being organised means I can not possibly forget. Well I can, but getting organised means a bit of work - and at this stage it means hole punching a whole lot of paperwork and filing it so it stops floating around our house.

I seem to hoard as much for as long as I can and then get sick of old bills etc being around, so then I file them.

I'm interested to know, I try to have as little paper around as possible, but there always seems to be a tidal wave of paper propaganda floating in the mail. What do you do with yours?

Not exactly Magical - but let's call today - Methodical.

Magical March: Day 8

Are you feeling it? In Sydney, it's overcast, a little cool, perfectly Autumnal. Ideal for snuggling under quilts and watching old movies.

Well. If I didn't have two wee ones, perhaps that's what we'd be doing.

But instead, we went to Bunnings this morning. One of my favourite places to visit. You may think I am odd - but there's something about a hardware store that gets me. Maybe it's the endless possibilities. It makes me feel excited. Gets me thinking about our home and how we can make it ours (no mean feat when you live with your in-laws). I left with two plastic storage boxes to keep the big, fat silverfish at bay, and a tube of gap sealant. Exciting, non?

It's raining too. Just the sound of drizzle. Even more perfect for snuggling, snoozing. Baking. We're making lasagne for dinner.

Today? What's Magical? Sundays are always pretty good in my book. But today I got to finish some old projects. Gulp. Remember these PJs? Well now they finally have buttons.

Magical March: Day 7

Am I copping out here? Nope. Not one iota.

Magical for me. A frozen Mint Pattie. Remember these old favourites? If you don't, then you really need to accquaint yourself, like pronto!

Mint Pattie, meet my friend, dear reader. Dear reader, meet my other dear friend - Mint Pattie.

How do you do?

Magical March: Day 6

Day 6 of Magical March. You've caught me mid-hop. But I'm going to post something magical damn fool!

Magical for us today was making 'goop'. Yes that's right. Have you made goop? My goodness, it's so much fun that the Doctor and I sat spellbound for at least an hour, only packing it away when Tiny woke up (because Tiny would have liked to get her tiny little mittsies on it and probably eaten the lot).

Goop is incredibly tactile. Tactile to me is MAGICAL sensory deeeee-lite! Messy. Magical.
So here's the recipe if you feel the need to magic up some goop.

1 packet cornflour

1 cup water
colouring (optional)

Mix cornflour with water a little at a time so there are no lumps and bumps. Put the goop into a flat baking dish.

You can remove goop from carpet by allowing it to dry then brushing or vacuuming it out. Goop can be re-used after it has dried out. Crumble it into powder then restore it to goopy consistency by adding water one tablespoon at a time.

Are you enjoying a Magical March?

BTW - The Doctor is sporting his 'chef' hat courtesy of one of my friend's MILs. So cute.

Super (the) Doctor

A long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far away, I said I was going to make the Doctor a super hero cape. I bought the fabrics, I just never went any further.

This lady came to the rescue and sent me one of her cute little numbers that she and Caleb customised for the doctor. So cute, and a firm favourite in the dress-up box.

Monday arrived this week and I'd not had a chance to sit down and do my hand-sewing to finish my top. So I was coming up empty handed with anything to stitch. Maybe I could ditch the class for the week? No. I'm not that kinda gal. So I went through my stash and re-discovered the cape materials.

Off I trotted. My sewing teacher cut out a pattern for me, I sewed it - with that cute Japanese spot as the trim. Only after spending a whole lotta time stitching, I took it off, flipped it over to admire my handiwork and realised there was something wrong wrong wrong with the sewing machine.

My sewing teacher at the top of her voice screeched, 'Oh you've threaded the machine up wrong'.

Here's where it gets super good.

It was on this particular Monday evening that I had for once walked in to find my very favourite machine already threaded up - bobbin and all. It was my lucky night. Or so it seemed.

The lady who was sitting next to me piped up in my defence and said - 'No! She didn't thread it, it was already done.'

To cut a long story short - someone else jumped on the machine while I was stitching, and lo and behold it was only then that my sewing teacher discovered that it was not my fault. And that naughty minx of a machine is off for a service. And me, I'm going to re-sew the whole cape again, because as George Fisher said: 'When you aim for perfection, you discover it's a moving target.' Bring on the archery practice.

Magical March: Sneaky Day 5

Autumn is playing with me. Already racing me up in the morning, making it all crispy, cool. What a flirt!

Late at night I jump into bed, rustle under the covers, try to get a little warmer and ahhh - bliss, I am asleep. Tiny slept through last night. What a champ!

This morning I woke to a duller morning, I could even call it a little bit cold. I grabbed my hoodie and got the washing on.

While it's mundane, days at home are some of my very best. I love being able to hang the washing out at my own leisure. The Doctor and I have made a simple banana cake, the smell has filled the house with that goodness. Tiny has given herself a beauty treatment with a Laughing Cow cheese (she must have read in Baby Love that it's good for her hair and complexion). Life is good. Autumn is super.

So Autumn, we're in love. Even if you don't know it yet, we're in crazylove.

Magical March: Day 4

I am going double-time so I can catch up on Magical March. Since I invented it, it's the least I can do, right?

So Magical March. Let's see where you can take me today. Watch me pull a rabbit out of my hat!

1-2-3 kazaaaam!

Et voila!



Please watch out for 1min 10 - that woman's very special spectacles (and is that young Helena Christensen in the background?

1 min 45 - something very magical indeed, Copperfield's jacket. Magic it my way baby!
Goes without saying, the mystified vox pops at the end are very magical.

Magical March: Day 3

It's hard to think of something magical today. I am sure I can think of something. Hmm. Nope.

Tiny was awake from 1-3am. I don't know why. She was just banging on about something for what felt like foreeeeever. Maybe I should have gone out for a few late night drinks with her. At least that would have felt productive. Instead of going in and out, in and out to check on her.

So today, I am officially zombie-fied.

And you know, my babes are always in tune with when I am going in to work. Perhaps that's why the late night sad-ons.

Which brings me to something pretty magical. This vintage jacket. I haven't worn it for yonks and yonks, but I am so happy to have brought it out for another wearing. It's my favourite work wear. Clearly I don't work in a bank. It's like the perfect antidote to working - it's still a jacket, but it's candy seersucker. You gotta be happy with that.

Can't remember where I bought it. Brand is 'Gingerbread'. That makes it even better in my book. And today it does sport a cute little button my sister bought me here.

Magical March: Day 2...

Ok so it's really day three, but I missed yesterday and really, I'm lucky to be sitting here typing at all. Call me pooped, I feel like I've spent most of the day in the car. Hello Sydney traffic!

So Magical March, where are you? Playing in the trees that are about to turn? Skipping in the gentle afternoon breeze? Come out, come out, wherever you are!

While technically it's not Autumn just yet, but I go by the calendar, and to me, this is the beginning of it.

SOME (but not all) good things about Autumn:
- stomping on crunchy leaves
- raking leaves and running through them, throwing them skywards
- exit hideous Summer
- rugging up a little more each day
- that sweet cool air that lets you know - I am alive!
- rosy cheeks

Today is a pictureless post. Forgive me. But do tell me, what are your favourite things about Autumn?

My Band

If only I was cool enough to be in a band. If only I had one inch of musical talent. I took piano lessons when I was 9. My Mum says I lasted 6 weeks. In my mind it was 6 months. Of pure torture. I didn't want to practice, I just wanted to be a musical genius.

So this will have to do. Played it? Playing? Gosh it's all about the memes for me these days.

EDIT:: My band's name is Indra III. It was Friendship (Pittsburgh), but I didn't dig it, I'm in a band and I can change it at a whim right?

My album title: "Come Back To You".

Playing (badly) at a music hall near you.

Here are the rules.

1 - Go to "wikipedia." Hit “random”or click this. The FIRST random wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.

2 - Go to "Random quotations"or click this. The last FOUR or FIVE words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your first album.

3 - Go to flickr and click on “explore the last seven days”or click this. THIRD picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.

awesome cover photography from greenpin. special thanks to my friend Emma who whizzed up my artwork. what a girl genius.

Welcome Autumn:: Hello Magical March

So it's the first day of Autumn here. Thank goodness.

I got to enjoy some time outdoors with my smalls. Just me and them. It was calm. Beautiful. They'd both had huuuuge sleeps, their batteries re-charged. We played hide and seek. The babes giggled. We dug in the sand pit. Tiny sampled some. Delicious! Extra fibre! The Doctor and I dug roads and rescued trucks. I looked skywards - oh how I love to look skywards, through tree branches. It almost makes me giddy, those green leaves, that sky. Oh hello Autumn, we welcome you with open arms. We're waiting for the coloured goodness you're about to show.

Later the four of us went for a walk. A nice long walk. The Doctor rode his trike. We saw the black and white bunny again, but she hid because of the dog. Next time we hope to stroke her softness.

Welcome March, and welcome Autumn.

This is the start of my 'Magical March'. Each day I'm going to find something magical to blog about. Play along if you're feelin' it. Tell me too. (I might even go so far as to make a Magical March sidebar - I know, I know, amazing. But it is Magical March after all.)