Showing posts with label the secret. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the secret. Show all posts

Sunday, 13 September 2009

The New Digs

In the past I have tricked PMM readers. Shamelessly so. I have learnt from my mistakes and am willing to move on. Are you? I hope so, because I have something ridiculously exciting to share. After a lengthy live-in with my in-laws, we have a new abode. This would explain the lengthy tidy ups, chuck outs, eBay flirtations that have been plaguing me the last few months, wouldn't it? Uh huh.

My needs in a home are relatively modest. I don't want anything fancy-pants. I've no need for marble throughout, a butler, or even a bidet, but I am totally thrilled with this romantic new home of ours. THRILLED! It's small, and things will be a little bit of a squeeze (Matt, I promise to keep selling my whole life on eBay), but I am willing.

It's been a long-ish time in the works, and Matt worked tirelessly to keep it a secret, but this weekend he did the big unveil.

Here it is. Who cares if it's made of Lego? And who cares if it only has one wall? Matt made it, and he made it to cheer me up. I can't wait to get the door mat down on this place.

Tuesday, 10 March 2009

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.