It's Showtime!

 

 

I remember going to the Melbourne Show as a child, and the tickly, bubbly feeling of excitement that would overtake me as I would first spot the rides on the drive in.

And then the moment my brothers and I were freed from the constraints of the car we would burst out and do the happy kid dance of jumping and leaping and yelling in joy. Because all the magical wonders of the Show lay before us, within sight,  and how could you possibly contain yourself and not prance about with all of that fun right there! Right there!

I got to see my kids go through that whole experience on Saturday when my Mum and I took them to the Melbourne Show.

So we braved the ferocious winds, intermittent rain and hordes of people and oh, did we have fun!

I am never able to say which is the best part of the Show;

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the stomach churning, vomit inducing rides (the Little Misses rides were more my style!),

 

 

 

(I couldn't resist taking this one!)

 

 

 

 

 

lots of very cute animals (there was a baby goat that was in danger of being smuggled out if I could have managed it!),

 

 

 

 

the amazing foods to pick from (no we didn't get to try the divine looking waffles on a stick but we did sample everything else including the crazy ice cream dots-yum!),

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

or the plethora of fun things to see and do.

As you can see from the gazillion pics we all had a brilliant time, and went home blissfully happy and bursting with sugar and great memories. I also left with very sore feet and hips (an old twerking injury) and a much emptier bank balance!

Good times!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



Put a ring on it.

 

Would you like to hear a terrible tale?

A tale of woe; of heartbreak; of hope dashed.

A tale of vicious crimes and evil intentions.

Then come closer people, gather round and I shall begin.

 

Okay, so I am being a tad melodramatic (Who? Me? Never!), but it is a sad little story I have to share, but fret not as there is a happy ending.

 

On my husband birthday about 2 years ago, a dastardly drug crazed villain had the audacity to break into our humble abode and steal lots of our goodies. Happy Birthday Hubby! Electrical items that could be easily palmed off and of course all of my jewellery were on his must-have list. The electrical stuff was easily replaced by our insurance company, but my jewels! Oh my lovely jewels! How can you replace such sentimental items as an emerald ring your mother had been given on her 18th birthday, my art deco ring that my parents had given me for my 21st birthday and my stunning diamond wedding band?

 

The wonderful police managed to apprehend the villain (and if he hadn't nicked all my lovelies I would almost feel sorry for him) and even tracked down two of my rings. But not my wedding ring, the only one I really wanted back.

I had another ring designed in an antique style and I adore it. Absolutely love it. And yet I have never worn it. It sits in its little velvet lined box as I just cant get used to such a big, cumbersome ring.

 

(I know, I know, what a terrible state of affairs. Can't wear her ring coz its too big. Boo hoo!
 But hey, I never said I wasn't shallow!)

About a year after losing my ring and not having anything to wear on my finger, my lovely husband bought this one for me.

 

A bow ring! So cute and pretty with its little diamond sparkling cheekily.

I was so happy with my adorable little replacement.

And then disaster struck. The worst kind of disaster. The disaster that only a toddler can cause.

My ring had been taken off to wash the dishes and Little Miss had decided that she liked my ring and by the time I realised the ring was gone she had somehow lost?/ hidden?/ pawned? my pretty new wedding ring. The house has been pulled apart and yet that bloody ring remains AWOL.

Time passed. Lots of time. Money was tight and couldn't stretch to buy a new ring.

Until now when this little fella found its way on to my finger!

 

Hurray, I am married again!
It was getting sooooo tiresome having to fight off the hordes of men hitting on me in my wedding ring-less state (don't I wish!) and I was concerned that soon I would have had more wedding rings than Elizabeth Taylor.
And do you know what. I quite like my fancy deco style ring on my other hand, so I now have two sparklers to flash around!
Do you have any favourite pieces of jewellery?
 

 



Some days are made for play.

 

Some days are just not heel and fancy hair days.

Some days are more  suited for comfy boots and pony tails.

With both kids home on school term break I needed some good romping clothes.

 

 

 

Today's ensemble of op shopped purple cardi (I finally found one!), my Dangerfield  checked skirt and the softest purple leather op shopped boots, was perfectly suited for a day filled with long walks, lunch out, so-bad-they-are-good movies and a glorious scavenger hunt in the park.

 

 

 

 

 

 

There was collecting of treasures for the hunt, climbing trees, basking in the beautiful sunshine and general  childish shenanigans. You know, good fun!

 

 

My leaps were somewhat less impressive than the little fella's.

It has been a wonderful day of living in the moment and enjoying each others company.

And with stunning blue skies overhead the day was just made for play!

 



All dressed up......and somewhere to go!

 

 

Remember this dress from my ill-fated night out that never was that I posted about here.

Well it finally had its night out. Huzzah!

And yes it twirled and pranced and shimmied.

There were many laughs and giggles.

Which was good because bloody hell I needed a good laugh!

We had some big plans, my frock and I, and although a great night was had it was more because I was hanging with the people I love most and not because of the dodgy do that we attended.

(Imagine lots of trendy hipsters trying oh-so-hard).

 

 

 

I added a me-made vintage inspired half hat, because I am obsessed by adorable little hats at the moment and thought the ensemble needed a big pop of red. I am really happy with how my felt hat turned out and I will now have a try at some more in lots of cool colours. (Maybe even a rainbow hat with every colour featuring!)

 

 

 

After we could bear no more hipster posing, my pals and I headed back to their place and the party continued in a more relaxed fashion with lots of music, beverages and crazy conversations. (How soon will it be before we can get a pygmy elephant as a pet? Could a person ride one of those big emperor penguins? How much do we need some of those bread gloves?)

 

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It turns out we all really need some bread gloves. Who wouldn't?

 

 

 

Check out some of my friends music collection. And that is not all of it!

Yeah, they are music guru's and it is always great to catch bands with them or be introduced to some new sounds by them.

Don't you just love when you find people who you can be truly you with and where magical and memorable moments always happen.

How has your weekend been?

 

 

 

 

 



Who pea-ed on the floor?

 

A domestic goddess I am not (no matter how much I try a kid myself!).

I love a sparkling clean home, but I just don.t want to have to go to all the bother of making it so myself. (Hello cleaning fairies, where are you?)

My windows have been unwashed for so long that they are now decorated with lovely lace-like cobweb curtains and the areas under the couches have developed their own eco systems.

It is strange because I am a stickler for organisation and everything being orderly and put away, but actual cleanliness.......nah! I can't be fussed!

So it really didn't come as any surprise that whilst I was taking these pics to show off my new skirt,

I discovered piles of crumbs near the dining table, a blob of jam gathering fluff and  trapping small insects, and this little fella loitering in my posing zone.

 

 

A little solitary pea.

As it has been a while since we have actually had peas I can only wonder at the adventures this little guy has been having, rolling around my floor and being scuttled about here there and everywhere.

I gave the wee pea a good talking to and popped him outside to continue his adventures.

 

 

Talking of matters besides peas and my domestic ineptitude, don't you just love the print on my new skirt from my shopping day with the husband.

 

 

A little orange, green and blue to play around with.

It is a homemade lovely and fits like a dream but I may need to tweak it just a smidge as the pockets sit a little funny (and surely it couldn't be my hips!) and I wouldn't mind it being an inch or two shorter.

 

 

It is deliciously light and twirls and dances beautifully.

 

 

That pea was very lucky not to get squished with all the prancing that was done.

 

 

The skirt comes with its own belt, but I thought my blouse needed a lift and so used the belt as a little neck bow.

 

 

 

Can you see the little pea trying to hide under the sideboard?

So today I have grand plans of giving the floors a good clean, washing piles of laundry, tidying the bedroom.........or I could just watch all of the Arrested Developments that I am catching up on. Hmmmm, choices, choices.

Are you a domestic goddess?

Or do you have strange bits of vegetable matter living in odd corners like me. Go on, share!