Happy Sunday! Sunday to me means late breakfast, kids sport (hello soccer Mum & Dad), and time to clean up. With four kids, two adults, a dog, not to mention two full-time jobs, one business (that’d be here folks), clean up at the end of the week means a lot of mess and chaos! When […]
- The kids actually do a pretty good job, which means less cleaning for me to do by myself. Windows are cleaner, bathroom is more sparkly, what's not to like about that?
- The money they earn is then spent very carefully, because they worked hard to get it. All of a sudden that $5 trashie (this is the latest thing for the boys, who knew 'trash' was so much fun!) is not looking as attractive.
We have just had school holidays here in (not so) Sunny Perth. Depending on what you do and where you go on school holidays, that can mean anything from blissed out relaxation (ok that has NEVER happened in our house) right through sheer bloody chaos and mayhem (a little closer to the mark). In our […]
I am super excited about this. No surprise really as I tend to get super excited about a lot of things (that would be that Pollyanna streak). Spurred on by my family and friends I am in the process of designing and making a collection of fab frocks, gorgeous gear for little boys, sweet teeny […]
Today a friend lamented that their job was getting a little dull and just wasn’t satisfying anymore. Which reminded of a fabulous life lesson I’d learnt years ago from a smart/ worldly mate. A little older and wiser than me, he had worked in a number of different jobs, traveled the world, and renovated a […]
This morning I struggled to get out of bed (partly the dodgy knee, partly just plain tired). Yep, I know not particularly newsworthy, but bear with me… So I was lying there, and realised I was missing my usual Saturday morning routine, coffee, news/papers, keeping in touch with what’s going on. Which I love. Probably […]
- First up Edenland. I have a bit of a blog-crush on Eden Riley. She is ballsy, honest and oh so vulnerable all at the same time. This piece about her tussles with mainstream media struck a chord this morning. Why does mainstream media often chase down the 'sensationalist streak' of a story? Oh, I'm not naive I know it sells more papers and all that. However, my self-confessed Pollyanna streak doesn't want or need that. I am guessing a lot of folks feel the same way. Like me, maybe they want real stories, and musings and insights. Thank you Eden for giving me all that and a whole lot more!
- Next up was Carly Findlay, who I also admire a whole lot. She's smart, funny, and writes from her heart. This story made me teary. To picture Carly, in a cab suffering such vile treatment is beyond belief. Except it happened, and she wrote about it, bravely, honestly and with heart.
- Woogs World and Mrs Woog. This is an oldie but a goldie! It's all about a little adventure with Sonia Kluger (that's Mrs Woogs car, yep even her car has a funny name). Mrs Woog is on holidays at the moment, but if you check in on her facebook page, she is still on fire in the funny stakes.
- When we arrived in sunny Perth there was no Sunday trading. Well, except for 'tourist areas' and 'electrical goods stores'. We were not really sure why this was in place. At the time though, it seemed completely, utterly inconvenient. I mean, when was I supposed to do my grocery shopping? Supermarkets opened late one night per week, Thursdays. That's it. Then after a few months, it didn't seem to matter so much, because it meant Sunday could then be all about the fabulous great outdoors, and spending time with family and friends. Which leads me to the next one.
- The great outdoors. Sunny Perth is blessed with beautiful beaches, a huge bushland park right next to the CBD, a stunning river - complete with a bucketload of parks and playgrounds overlooking that beautiful vistas. It's very easy to forget about shopping and supermarkets when you can spend all day at a beautiful beach or park just relaxing and enjoying the fresh air. Or you could be a little more active and take up a sport, cycling, learn to sail, learn to wind/kite/regular surf. Then you can take part in your new sport/hobby a lot because it is sunny, most of the time. Which leads me to the weather (bear with me, I promise it's interesting).
- Sunny Perth is sunny, a lot. In summer, when it gets REALLY hot, there is a convenient wind that comes in around mid-afternoon that even has its own name, 'The Fremantle Doctor' or 'The Doctor' and takes the edge of the heat, so that you can relax again, and enjoy all those gorgeous beaches and parks.
- There are a lot of people who are from somewhere else, bucket-loads of expats, interstaters (that would be us!).
- People from Western Australia (WA) think it is perfectly reasonable for WA to be considered separately from the rest of Australia. You know, because it is so unique, and so special. They belief this with all their heart. Which I think is both reasonable and downright brilliant. Western Australians are an incredibly parochial bunch, and are fearsomely proud of how amazingly awesome Western Australia is, not to mention the WA produce (fruit from the magnificent Ord, milk, 'Harvey' beef, the list goes on).
- Last, but definitely not least, our dear sweet Little L is from Perth. The youngest member of our tribe was born here, which goes to show you we thought Perth felt like a true home.
In 2010, I embarked on a fabulous adventure with the lovely Big A and my little tribe to live and work in France. With a bucket-load of trepidation, mixed with sheer unbridled excitement, we packed up and jumped on a plane to Paris (ok, with four kids and 19 pieces of luggage, it was more […]
- Fresh milk is really hard to find. UHT or long life milk is the go-to milk, in fact there was a whole aisle at my trusty local French supermarket dedicated to it. So with four kids, we usually got a case (12 cartons), which also meant we rarely ran out of milk.
- Fresh bread, however is available everywhere. Our local boulangerie (bakery) was two minutes walk from our house. Sliced bread, also known as 'American Bread', on the other hand, is a lot harder to find. The go-to bread is a baguette, and it is just called a baguette, not a 'French Stick', because well, you are in France. It would be like calling a loaf of bread in Australia 'Australian Loaf'. Add to this the bread/ baguette is super fresh, and no preservatives are used. Which means you buy daily, because by the end of the following day your crusty soft delicious bread is hard as a rock. Not even Charlie the Wonderdog would eat the 'stale' bread.
- Speaking of Charlie the Wonderdog, the French love dogs. More than children. More than other people. For example, when Charlie the Wonderdog got spooked on Bastille Day and ran away. Cue neighbourhood search, loads of 'Chien Perdu' (that's lost dog), and in the end a very kind stranger coming to our door to tell us (in French) that her friend had found our dog, taken her to a vet, who had fed her, groomed her and looked after our beloved pooch overnight. For the sum total of about $25 AUD. Only in France!
- On the canine train of thought, people don't pick up after their dog. Yes, I mean the poo. They just leave it right where it, um, lands. Which would be a problem except for the helpful man on a scooter with a vacuum cleaner on the back who sucks it all up. Yep, the poo, into the poo vacuum cleaner. Then there is another crew who come around with a water truck (recycled water) and wash the streets (the gorgeous cobblestone streets - more about those another day).
- French ladies really do look glamorous, all the time. Well it certainly felt that way in our little village. Gorgeous trench coats, fab boots, a scarf (perfectly tied 'of course', or 'bien sur'), the list goes on. Which meant I started to up my game, even to head to the local marché (the fruit and veg market). Beautiful scarf...check! Blazer...check! Soft leather boots...check!
Is there such a thing as a career for life or only having one career any longer? Or have times have changed? I think times have changed, and society has started to move on. Despite this, there are still some of us who are still a little attached to the idea that we need […]
For the past two weeks, I have been laid up, literally. Finally succumbing to age, sport, and possibly a little too much dancing in my 20’s, my right knee finally packed it in. So I was left with the prospect of a knee reconstruction with four kids, and a full-time job to juggle. No easy feat! […]
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