16 years of awesome

Hey, get this. Tomorrow, Ian and I will have been together for 16 years. Yep, 16! We got together back in high school when I was 16 years old and now I’m 32. That means we’ve been together for half of my life! Wow, wow, wow.

I’m pretty happy that on the day of our 16 year anniversary, we’re moving into our first house.

I bought him a little something to celebrate. I totally copied Mel on this and got a sign made celebrating how we met :) E used to help me with Maths.

Posters available from the delightful Memory Gallery. You can buy yours here.

Quotes from Paul Watson

I’m a bit of a fan of Paul Watson. He’s the founder of the Sea Shepherd Conservation Society after all.

In particular I love how he says:

  • “We’re just a conceited naked ape, but in our minds we’re some ‘divine legend’ and we see ourselves as some sort of god, thinking we can decide what will live and what will die, what will be saved and what will be destroyed, but honestly we’re just a bunch of primates out of control.”
  • “You can’t rely on the Government to make any decent, social change. We’re now in the midst of a 3rd World War, but this time the enemy is ourselves, and the objective is to save the planet FROM ourselves. There’s no hope for masses of humanity to do anything – they never have, they never will. All social change comes from the passion and intervention of individuals or small groups of individuals. Slavery wasn’t ended by any government or any institution. Women got the right to vote not because of any government. The civil rights movement, the same thing. India with Mahatma Gandhi, South Africa with Nelson Mandela. Again, it’s always individuals. You need those individuals with the passion and the energy to get involved. In fact, I don’t know of any government or any institutions that are doing anything to solve any of these problems. All over the world, all I am seeing is individuals and non-government organisations that are passionately involved in protecting ecosystems and species, and that’s where I see some optimism. That’s where I see results are happening.”
  • “We should be pirates of compassion hunting down, hunting down and destroying pirates of profit.”

Love him.

The story of a storybook house

One night back in March, Husband and I were sitting about with my lovely brother in law and his even lovelier wife, when the topic of conversation turned to houses. Leigh and David had recently purchased a home and we were chatting about their place for awhile. Then, David, being David, started to ask us questions about when we were going to think of buying, where we wanted to live, what kind of place we wanted, etc.

We mentioned that we were kind of thinking the lower Blue Mountains might be nice but that we weren’t planning to ‘officially’ start looking until later in the year.

Skip forward an hour and all four of us were on our smartphones browsing through various property websites and checking train commute timeframes from different mountain suburbs. For some reason, I felt the need to pipe up every few minutes with ‘this is not an official look! We’re not officially looking, ok?’. I think I was scared we’d actually find something we liked and I wasn’t mentally prepared to leave the city.

But then my loveliest of lovely sister declared ‘I’ve found it! This is your house’. And we brought this perfect storybook house up onto the big screen.

We loved it instantly and vowed to call the estate agent the very next day. But somehow we got busy, distracted, and forgetful and the call didn’t happen. Two weeks passed by, but I couldn’t get the house out of my mind. When I mentioned to Husband that “I just CAN’T stop thinking about that place”, he confessed that he couldn’t either.

We decided to go and check it out and while we were up in the mountains, we’d see as many other places as we could fit into our day. Just, you know, to get a feel for the market, as you do when you’re being all grown up and HOUSE HUNTING! We still weren’t officially looking, I told myself. We were just checking it out. Just sussing the sitch.

As we approached the house, Husband gave me strict instructions that I was to keep my usually excitable personality in check and show no interest or emotion in front of the agent. I rolled my eyes till my head almost fell off and then agreed to be on my best behaviour. Which lasted all of five minutes. As soon as we walked down the drive way, I could feel my face start cracking into a smile. Then I walked in, saw the gas stove and it was all over. “I loooove it!’ I started whispering (loudly) to Husband.

We just knew. You know how sometimes you just know? Like when you find the perfect wedding dress. You just know.

We made an offer the next day and signed a contract within a week. All that paperwork stuff? Gosh but it’s confusing. Because we weren’t ‘officially looking’ we hadn’t organised pre approval and we didn’t have a solicitor. Thank goodness for a husband with a head for numbers. I sat in dazed confusion while our broker explained the difference between compound interest, off set accounts & other boring details. While he droned on, I spent my time mentally re-decorating the bedroom. Thank goodness too that one of my best friends happens to be a conveyancer (albeit in a different state) and could talk me through the process.

We move next Friday. I’ll be sad to leave the City. I’ve lived here in this little flat for 11 years. The whole time I’ve lived in Sydney, Pyrmont, and this tiny two bedder has been my home. But it’s time to move onto something bigger, something better, somewhere with a gas stove, dammit.

It’s going to be freezing, there’ll be snakes in the backyard and I’ll probably end up with a leech on me every day. But oh the house. Oh. I do so love it. And houses with that much character don’t make themselves available for you every day. When they do, you just have to say ‘Thanks! We’ll take it!’

And will I be singing ‘She’ll be coming down the mountains’ on each and every one of my daily commutes? You betcha!

Bathing in a tea cup

I adore this bathing girls tea set, designed by the dutch artist Esther Horchner. When you fill the cups with tea, a miniature hot tub is created for the bathing beauties.

And just by dipping in an accompanying tea spoon, you ‘dress’ the ladies.

Beguiling indeed. ImageImage

Available here. There’s a waiting list right now. But don’t worry, I’m on it :)

Art I’m loving right now

I love this beautiful painting by Janet Golder Kngwarreye. Utopian Aboriginal artists are very much on my favourite list. Image

 My Mumzy-in-law loves this Rex Winston-Walford piece. At first glance, I find it a bit to snake like but a longer glance mesmerises me. Rex is an emerging indigenous artist but already his pieces are selling in the tens of thousands. A pity really, otherwise this would have made a great Mothers Day present :)


And moving onto something more whimsical, I adore this painting by artist Beric Henderson. It’s called ‘The Cabinet’. I first saw it displayed in Kinokuniya as part of a mini exhibition. It’s been on my mind every since. If we hadn’t just bought a house, I think we may have bought this painting.


And lastly, I’ve loved this picture for a long time. I know not and have found not the artist. Anyone know?



I didn’t much like April 2012.

Work was frenetic, as I had expected it to be.

There was family related stress.

I dropped my phone, it broke and I lost every phone number I have, every photo I’d taken on it, every note I’d made, every diary appointment.

The hard drive on my computer also failed.

It was a month of peskiness.

And then.

On the last day of the month, my Grandfather passed away. He was 96. For 93 of his years, he had splendid health. The last three years, he’s been quite frail and sort of up and down.

96 is pretty good innings really. And yet I have spent the past week feeling utterly sad. Heartbroken, even. I miss you Grandpa.

If I think on the month as a whole, there were good moments too:

  • We bought our dream house and move in just a few weeks.
  • My birthday came and went and I was spoilt rotten and made to feel most loved.
  • I was reminded that I have many wonderful people in my life.


May’s going to be better, right?