Silence

It's so quiet in the house right now, it's almost roaring. You know that depth of quiet, don't you? The kind of silence that is really loud. I sit here in the dark with only the monitor of my laptop to give me light. It's pure bliss. I don't often get to just sit in silence. It's so calming. I am sleepy and should be in bed, but if I do go to bed I will fall asleep and the next thing I know will be noise. Lot's of noise! Chattering, laughing, whinging, singing, mischief almost none stop, all day long. I love that noise, most of the time, but right now, I love the silence more.

Butterflies of Love

My Mum is a very talented lady when it comes to things of the art and craft nature. She recently finished a unique canvas that now hangs proudly in Angels bedroom. A gift of love from her Nana. It is a most beautiful butterfly that any little girl would love to have decorating her room.

Mum has painted the butterfly on the canvas, and if you look closely, you will notice pieces of dyed eggshell that Mum made and has individually glued to the wings of the butterfly. There are also seed beads scattered throughout the shell pieces. The head and body are made from tissue paper and then lacquered. The body has pink jewels glued on. Then to finish off the overall look of the piece, some cute little butterflies bought from the shops, fluttering around the big butterfly. You are so talented and creative Mum!

My Angel will treasure it for years to come, and maybe one day, when she is older, she will truly appreciate the time and painstaking effort that has gone into this one of a kind piece.

Dummy Spit!

I need to have a dummy spit! Just got the umpteenth phone call on my mobile from some dude asking me if I'm available. NO! I'm not bloody available! I'm a wife and mother who is annoyed by your interrupting phone call! Sometimes some dude calls my phone and asks me how much I am. I should tell them some astronomical dollar amount and see what they say. This has been going on for a couple of years and I am sooo sick of it. Apparently there is a hooker out there who has a phone number almost identical to mine. How can so many different men ring the same wrong number? I bet there's someone else that gets phone calls of this nature too who have an almost identical phone number as the hooker chick.
I feel better now that I have vented.

I Think I Can!

I took this photo the other afternoon at the park at the end of our street. I just love this photo. I love the freedom and carefreeness(is that even a word?) of it. Monkey spotted the ducks and just bolted after them. He tried really hard to catch them, but didn't quite make it. In his young mind, he has no limits and can do anything. How innocent and special is that? I wish I was like him sometimes. He hasn't learnt about "can't" yet. I hope it's a really long time before he learns about that. I hope my Monkey says "can" for a very, very long time. I hope both my children do. I don't want them to be like me, telling myself "I can't" with so many things through my life. If I'd had a "can" attitude, my life would have been so different. "They" say that it's never too late, but it is too late for some things. I'm trying to change my attitude. Maybe my children will teach me how to.

Hugs

Have you ever noticed that when someone hugs you, in that moment, nothing matters? It's only for a moment, and if you aren't in that moment, you will miss it. Everything in the world that is stress, chaos, pain, fatigue, whatever it may be, for only a moment, it doesn't exist. It's almost like time stands still or slows down, like a bullet in the Matrix. That's why I love hugs!
One of my favourite huggers is my son, the Monkey. He's always been very huggy, like most boys. It's my favourite thing when his little arms tighten around my neck. There's no feeling like it. That is one of the moments where time stands still. Nothing matters in that moment. It's only a moment, but a very treasured moment.
Then there's the hugs from my husband, all encompassing, warm, secure. They completely melt all anxiety from me in that moment. I love them! I love the hugs I recieve from my Angel too. They are different hugs than I get from my boys. She's a little bit like me, a little cooler, not as willing to put her arms around me and squeeze. She'd rather you do the squeezing and hugging while she is just there to enjoy it for a split second. Don't get me wrong, she's a very warm person, just not as huggy as the other one.
I really do love hugs.

Sunday morning at Portside Wharf

Yesterday morning we all got ready and jumped in the car and headed on over to Portside Wharf at Hamilton. We were on a mission to check out the Boutique Markets, the Coffee and Chocolate Affair and have breaky with friends. This was a real treat for me because we don't go out often to eat. It's just easier to stay home where Monkey is confined. I have to say, I was in my own little heaven. The Boutique Markets have some gorgeous stalls! There are some very creative people around. I found it very inspiring. A dream I have is to have my own stall with creations of my own that people find irresistible. It's just a dream at the moment. Anyway, I am wandering from the subject.

After we had a look at all the displays we met up with some friends and enjoyed a great breakfast together. For me it's not really about the food, but about being with friends and enjoying ourselves.

The Coffee and Chocolate Affair provided not just lots of different coffee and chocolate stalls, but also some great entertainment. There were masked people on stilts, which the kids found rather intriguing and lots of music. I found my current favourite band yesterday. Pear and the Awkward Orchestra. They are a folk band. I really enjoyed listening to the smooth vocals of the lead singer. She has a beautiful voice. I will be buying their album so I can enjoy their art here at home.

We didn't get to check out the Coffee and Chocolate stalls as there were sooo many people and Monkey was overdue for a snooze. But that's ok, I had a great time!


http://www.pearandtheawkwardorchestra.com.au/ http://www.boutiquemarkets.com.au/

Update

I'm updating the progress of my desk project. There is no progress. I have been suffering from a sinus infection all week and have not been up to doing anything on the desk. Actually, early in the week while I wasn't too bad, I took out all the drawer components, so now it is ready to sand and prepare for painting. Hopefully by next week I will be well enough to get on with it. I can't wait until it is finished.

My Project

I have had this set of drawers since I was about 10 years old. It is made from good old pine and has served me well. Unfortunately, last year a couple of the drawers gave up the ghost and has rendered the dresser as useless. I will, however, save it's life from becoming landfill. My plan is to turn it into a desk.

I will do this by removing all existing bits and pieces that have anything to do with drawers. Sand the whole thing, then paint it some shade of white and presto, a cute little desk that will become most useful I'm sure.

I have been meaning to do this for a very long time, but of course haven't gotten around to it. This week is the week I do it though, so hopefully, this time next week I will be putting up a photo of the finished product. Then I have a couple of other pieces of furniture I want to do too...

Early Mornings

I was lying awake in the middle of the night and thought of some things I could say here on my blog, but do you think I can remember them now? NO! I always think of cool stuff in the middle of the night, but then can't recall it when I need to during the day. Why is that? Maybe my brain is swiss cheese, just like my darling husband says. I think it might have more to do with the fact that I had to wake up earlier than I would have liked to.
That brings me to a whole new topic. Children that wake early. Both of mine have always been early risers and I am still not used to it. It's usually the youngest who wakes first. Today he was standing on his bed looking out the window and shouting for his Dad, who of course had already gone to work. So I get up and go and retrieve him from his room and shuffle to the kitchen where I promptly switch on the kettle, still holding my son on my hip. This is our routine every single morning. I don't even have to think about it anymore, I just do it.