...Remember?

It's painful to think back. It almost gives me anxiety. But here, I'll confess it. When I was a teenager I was so tall and lanky that I'd always wear baggy clothes to disguise the fact. Keppers (gulp). Malcolm X tee shirts. Arrested Development tees. And bandanas. Apparently I was the one and only member of my posse. In deepest darkest regional NSW. So 90s it aches.

I visited my sisters in Sydney during the school holidays and returned home with a VERY Beatles-esque hair cut. I remember my art teacher actually laughing in my face. Ouch. Thankfully my sister (who was responsible for putting me in that hairdressers chair) and I can laugh about it now. But during those days of growing that painful hair cut out, I endured some harsh words. Teenagers can be criminal with their honesty.

Thinking back now, I rue some of the ridiculous things we did as teenagers. While we thought we were ridiculously cool, others probably saw us as awkward. Remember?

As a special treat, here's one of my favourite loveable, huggable type of guys. Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this. Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this. You'll be relieved to know I never wore my jeans backwards.






More words and pictures . Just remember to hit that link. Awwwwright.

Cold Feet

french knot sheep

Every Winter is marked by my cold feet.

Matt's solution last year was ugg boots. I wear them. But I still put my cold feet on him when we are in bed.

Ugg boots are not to be worn out of the house a la Pammy Anderson. If I did this, I'd just look like some housewife loosing a war with bad fashion and lack of sleep.

Want more Cold Feet? Looky here.

PS - Pammy is a spokesperson for PETA, right? Well what's she doing wearing uggies? Uh oh.

Long Drives

I know this road by rote. I know where the road curves and highlights the perfect arc of mountain against the sky. I know where the cows take shelter when it's too hot. I know the perfect place to spot crows by the side of the road, feasting on roadkill. I know where the Highway Patrolmen take their naps while they monitor speeding cars. By heart, I know the train crossings, I know just how long it is 'til the next town. I know by each town, how long it is 'til our final destination.

We travelled this road countless times when we were growing up. To visit my grandparents. To visit family friends.

On a long drive, I can feel equal mixes of excitement, adventure, pure unadulterated giddiness and homesickness. I can feel like I am free as a bird. Possibly even freer. With a full tank of petrol, the road is our shining star, to follow it whichever way we will.

If you're travelling over Easter, travel safe.

More Long Drives over at Meet Me At Mikes.

A Vested Interest

I've started stitching some little singlets for Tiny. I've never made anything for her, except the pom-poms, and this is only small. But from little things..

Stitching is like keeping time. I know when things are made because of the size or the style of my stitch. As I learn, I evolve my work, it's just small. It's just little. But little snippets of my creativity might just make it into my little people's lives when they are older.

More little things over here.