tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11364084727324560402024-02-20T03:47:29.399+11:00In the Light of the SunSarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18015070241351570402noreply@blogger.comBlogger134125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136408472732456040.post-26732189531872294352012-02-23T10:16:00.000+11:002012-02-23T10:16:44.129+11:00HELLO HELLO HELLO! Is anyone still out there?!I'm not sure that anyone out there will see this. I feel a little bit like I am on a desert island. Of my own making. It's my own fault I ended up on this desert island.<br />
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But I would like to extend an invitation to YOU, to come join me on my island, hang out for a bit, reminisce about old times, catch up on what's been going on for the past year and drink to the future. Scrap the metaphor, I don't want to be on an island anymore. But let's hang out anyway, please?!<br />
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I'm here to say, first and foremost <a href="http://inthelightofthesun.wordpress.com/2012/02/23/i-am-lost-the-post-where-i-make-a-sincere-apology/">SORRY</a>. And secondly, <a href="http://inthelightofthesun.wordpress.com/2012/02/23/i-am-lost-the-post-where-i-make-a-sincere-apology/">I'm baaaaack!</a> And thirdly, I've moved to <a href="http://inthelightofthesun.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">HERE</a>.<br />
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Yep, new me, new blog, still with old me and old blog content. But with new improved me at the top. It makes more sense <a href="http://inthelightofthesun.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">over there</a>, I think.<br />
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I understand if you don't believe in me anymore. I've been gone for ever so long and I never even said goodbye. I am sorry.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18015070241351570402noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136408472732456040.post-64889762265379606462010-10-19T21:47:00.001+11:002010-10-19T21:47:59.924+11:00how one bowl of icecream can singlehandedly save the environmentI saw everyone raving on the tweetvine the other day about <a href="http://www.treehugger.com/files/2010/10/designer-creates-fake-rocks-help-save-water.php">these giant environmentally friendly bath rocks</a> that allow you to enjoy your bath without feeling guilty about wasting water.<br />
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HAH! You fools! You don't need to spend your hard earned dollars on fancy plastic rocks! I'm no mathematitian but I'm pretty certain that you just need to be fat (like me) or pregnant (like me) and then your body mass takes up so much space in the bath you could fill it with the tears from one fairy (small, magical, watery tears) and feel completely guilt free about the whole "baths waste water" argument. I'm never going to feel guilty about being fat again. I'm saving the world with my body, people, what are you doing?!<br />
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I will not feel guilty about filling the bath to the brim as I know that when I hop out it will really only be a quarter full.<br />
I will not feel guilty about eating icecream with milo as I'm sure I need the calcium and vital minerals for the growth of my unborn.<br />
And if I wash my icecream bowl in the water when I'm done, I think that would adequately burn any calories induced in the eating of the icecream and save any further water being wasted. WIN.<br />
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I am a WINNER!<br />
I am delirious.<br />
I am going to bed now.<br />
(Please don't remind me I typed this in the morning.)Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18015070241351570402noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136408472732456040.post-1937024481665277752010-09-29T13:18:00.000+10:002010-09-29T13:18:19.970+10:00shake it like a polaroid picture!Warning - I'm gonna be all lame here and gush about an iphone app. You take a picture then you shake it and wait for it to develop like a polaroid!! It's so much fun! (And it's completely hypocritical of me to love it so much as I really hate the Hipstamatic app that takes faux lomo shots - just use a Holga or a Diana people!)<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">But look at the pretty wisteria...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR22V1pQJwoPmqAJQDx6mdHdheN6f9-4ImzvmeJ8AlDQVsFwQgyRcgck3lJfLIZbPtzAdBWjB8W7DlnvcJjYi3AgHpkje2nSoTXLNWxyQoPyN8MXGti1W39DhAsVna9GlW3FRMo6nSkm3_/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="390" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR22V1pQJwoPmqAJQDx6mdHdheN6f9-4ImzvmeJ8AlDQVsFwQgyRcgck3lJfLIZbPtzAdBWjB8W7DlnvcJjYi3AgHpkje2nSoTXLNWxyQoPyN8MXGti1W39DhAsVna9GlW3FRMo6nSkm3_/s400/008.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">And I love how at this time of year the gutter is filled with pretty purple petal litter</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiERUmj0Y02fymg8DjCzRCWCUxIhA1998G9eJNT9iJe-IHjNHmpMHfbe-Zp8ftb_SxdUUCXjfWDaU-uZSL1Ka-f2_XRF6GgQV4DI7zo2qF6AYXqXNMaiR5twjrCb0bd2jxJEkNse9CPNhKt/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="390" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiERUmj0Y02fymg8DjCzRCWCUxIhA1998G9eJNT9iJe-IHjNHmpMHfbe-Zp8ftb_SxdUUCXjfWDaU-uZSL1Ka-f2_XRF6GgQV4DI7zo2qF6AYXqXNMaiR5twjrCb0bd2jxJEkNse9CPNhKt/s400/007.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">And this is my new friend Zeppellin. He's the friendliest kitten in town. He lives on my parent's street and I actually cross the road to see if he's hanging out...</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWi3gxDd1xjUF5wi0LQe17Omjolhe2BQh8Qa3jVTjM8WNllLna8FPWz2w0kLe82RT_rz3dc0pCYZDrVwK0PWUKU3CJIGJzTzI2u4BE1g_qGQl7Q-c7Ut1j9iABUa7PBGVRaaAOHuh9A_ZJ/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="390" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWi3gxDd1xjUF5wi0LQe17Omjolhe2BQh8Qa3jVTjM8WNllLna8FPWz2w0kLe82RT_rz3dc0pCYZDrVwK0PWUKU3CJIGJzTzI2u4BE1g_qGQl7Q-c7Ut1j9iABUa7PBGVRaaAOHuh9A_ZJ/s400/009.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
And here is my old friend Montalbano with his new friend, Gabi's crochet baby blankie. I got straight onto it and sewed up the left over hexagons and started working on the trim. And since Bano likes it and I'm also told the lovely <a href="http://virtuallysally.blogspot.com/"><b>Sally's</b></a> Mister 3 even likes it, so I'm feeling pretty confident that my lil one will like it too. (And if not, too bad.)<br />
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Only problem is I got THIS CLOSE to finishing the trim in the pale green when I ran out of yarn. CURSES!!<br />
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Ironically every thing I've ever tried to crochet in that lovely pale green bamboo/cotton yarn has been promptly ripped up, I just can't seem to get it to work for me. So I wasn't surprised it wasn't going to oblige me and finish the trim without an argument. What should I do? Rip it off? Fill the gap with left over jade? Crochet the row again using a smaller stitch that might conserve more yarn? Ditch the entire project?!<br />
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I'll admit to being a little paralysed by fear lately, or a nifty cocktail of fear, procrastination, laziness and exhaustion. I feel like I'm treading water, but that the water level is rising swiftly and it's getting tougher to keep my head above water. Trouble is, it's only me making the water rise!<br />
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I have so much support around me, I know everyone believes in me and deep down I even believe in myself. I'm just not making myself proud, if you know what I mean? I'm not getting things done.<span style="font-size: x-small;"> But I'm not in the mood for getting things done. Can't I sit on the couch all day instead? <span style="font-size: small;">I need to encourage my courage.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">I need to get on with it. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">I need to tackle some mammoth tasks and then I can quit feeling guilty about not being the amazing me I know I can be. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Here are a few tasks to tackle. If I admit them to you, dear friends, perhaps you'll hold me accountable?!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">* Declutter, repackage and transform the "junk room" into a happy room for the lil one to sleep in. There is a lot to do in the smallest room in our house. A lot.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">* Do my tax before the end of the next financial year already.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">* Work harder and smarter at my freelance jobs. We need the money.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">* Stop freaking out and comparing my impending labour experience to that of certain celebrities. Like Kourtney Kardashian, for example, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Vesh4SlPkI"><b>who didn't even break a sweat on her perfectly made up face when she reached down and delivered her own baby</b></a>. I know I won't be sweat, tears or terror free when the big day comes, but the image of her completely calm labour is not inspiring me, it's giving me guilt trips like skinny models in magazines. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">That'd make a nice start I think. I will do the things that I think I cannot. Or rather, the things I do not really want to do, but know I must. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18015070241351570402noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136408472732456040.post-55803301431083969922010-09-26T12:11:00.000+10:002010-09-26T12:11:29.808+10:00warm fuzzy "look everyone, I made this!" moments<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>So even though Spring is well sprung these days, what with all the magnolias and cherry blossoms and wisteria waving hello as you walk down the street, I'm still making room for some warm fuzzy moments in my life.<br />
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If I can be THIS PROUD of my recycled woollen turtleneck jumper transformed into a hot water bottle cozy then I can only imagine how proud I will be of the little baby I pop out after 9 long months. I bet there will be a lot of "LOOK EVERYONE, I MADE THIS!!!"...apologies in advance people.<br />
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Meanwhile, here is my new improved hot water bottle. Turtleneck jumpers are terribly unflattering on me, but I always get sucked in by the woollen jumper rack at Vinnies, so rather than return it back to Vinnies in a recent spring clean I decided to get crafty. Wish I'd thought beforehand to embroider something cute on it before I sewed it up but the urge to make overwhelmed my thinking process.<br />
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Have you ever got so sick of a project you'd been working on that you never bothered to finish it? Well, I think I've come across a solution - pass it on! My lovely neighbour Gabi had been working on a sweet hexagonal crochet baby blankie for a friend of hers since her friend found out she was pregnant. Now that friends baby is 1 and Gabi still hasn't finished the blanket but has grown sick of the sight of it. So she passed it on to me instead.<br />
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And I'm so excited! I just have to sew on 14 left over hexagons and edge it and it's done! Almost like I made the whole thing myself!<br />
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I better get cracking on this though otherwise I fear I'll lose the will to finish also, and it would be a terrible shame for this poor orphaned blankie to be abandoned twice!Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18015070241351570402noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136408472732456040.post-35687369247641150122010-09-13T16:40:00.000+10:002010-09-13T16:40:55.391+10:00"one time I looked at a diamond and it gave me a sunburn"<object height="270" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xehpu3_marcel-the-shell-with-shoes-on_shortfilms?additionalInfos=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xehpu3_marcel-the-shell-with-shoes-on_shortfilms?additionalInfos=0" width="480" height="270" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"></embed></object><br />
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Now that I have distracted you with THE. CUTEST. STOP. MOTION. ANIMATION. <b>EVER </b>I'm hoping you'll not be so mad at me for not upholding my regular blogging aspirations. It seems that turning on the computer and typing out intelligent, thoughtful blog posts on a regular basis is still beyond my capacity. Le sigh. Le sorry. All I can do is hope to improve?! Try harder?!<br />
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But I do want to say a HUGE THANK YOU for all your lovely kind comments regarding my new pregnant life. May I say it with flowers?<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">I have been busy but my camera has not, must remember to recharge that battery! In the meanwhile might I share with you the wonderful <a href="http://www.maevemagazine.com/home.asp"><b>MAEVE online magazine</b></a>? A most lovely online publication indeed.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I'll be back soon with images of creative pursuits, I promise. I DO!</div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18015070241351570402noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136408472732456040.post-63015797325250389212010-08-16T15:59:00.000+10:002010-08-16T15:59:22.096+10:00I spy with my little eye something begining with.....<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>B!</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikDD9M_Wb9tVS09Y8euC5Dz7g4vynxREsggGG4RzMa2MbflBNbMuk7RPyhvL_U7eWMKw2c6sBC9Ttnc00hgCgFKS_VyKtRMNZNKsMxOuutMxcs2HV512AkaFiTs9gI3_T-JpIGoNHvaoEq/s1600/scan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikDD9M_Wb9tVS09Y8euC5Dz7g4vynxREsggGG4RzMa2MbflBNbMuk7RPyhvL_U7eWMKw2c6sBC9Ttnc00hgCgFKS_VyKtRMNZNKsMxOuutMxcs2HV512AkaFiTs9gI3_T-JpIGoNHvaoEq/s400/scan.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br />
If you guessed BLOG POST you'd be correct. If you guessed BABY you'd also be correct.<br />
Which brings me to my excellent excuse for my absence in blogland, and life in general, for the past few months. I'm just emerging from the fog of my first ever first trimester. Yes dear friends and readers, (if there is anyone still reading after my unexplained departure), I am pregnant.<br />
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Up the duff. Preggers. Bun in the oven. I'm legitimately fat now people.<br />
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And if the shock of discovering there was a very unplanned, surprise human growing in my uterus wasn't enough then the shock of discovering being pregnant isn't all glowing loveliness, long lunches and nesting by painting a nursery in overalls like on some paint ad, has certainly bowled me over.<br />
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The <i>exhaustion</i>. I've slept for weeks. I sleep around 12 hours a night and then nap several times a day. I think I sleep more than the cat right now. The <i>endless nausea and aversion to any food smells</i>. The fact that morning sickness lasts all day, and for me, is worse at night. My utter lack of appetite and thanks to some rather nifty hormone changes <i>I've been constipated for a good two months now</i>. Honestly, no one EVER mentioned to me before that being pregnant can make you constipated! Word up to the non mums out there - you've now been warned!<br />
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So while you've all been going about your busy, crafty, inspirational lives I've been walking around like a zombie, unable to muster an intelligent thought let alone think about picking up my crochet hook, knitting needles, camera or even stringing together a typed sentence. I've never felt so utterly devoid of creative impulses in my life and it's depressing me so much. I have to believe that all of my creative energy has been diverted to the being in my belly, who will in turn grow into a fabulously talented, creative, inspirational human being. (No pressure.)<br />
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And I'm trying not to think about how I'll never have a chance to indulge in my beloved sleep-ins for many years to come, how I'll have to transform into a responsible parent/housewife who cooks and cleans on a regular, you know, <b>daily</b>, basis, how we're going to fit a family into our one bedroom apartment, how our sunroom/study/junkroom needs to be emptied and transformed into a nursery, how we're going to lug a pram up four flights of stairs, how difficult and scarce holidays will be from now on, whether my partner will love our child more than he loves me and how I'm going to pass a baby through my vagina. (No pressure.)<br />
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So in order to return some normalacy to my life I've decided to return to In the Light of the Sun. Regular sunshine and regular blogging. That's my plan for bringing back 'me'. Of course, I can guarantee neither but I can try. And thanks for sticking with me, by the way, it's much appreciated. (No pressure!)<br />
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Evidence I saw the sun today as well as napping with the cat...<br />
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Shots from Tassie will be up soon - it was VERY cold there! (So glad I wore double leggings.) But in the meanwhile I thought I'd share some of my flickr faves - the weather has been so grey and rainy in silly Sydney lately, I for one am in desperate need of BRIGHT, HAPPY, CHEERFUL IMAGERY!<br />
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Darling little stencil of my favourite royal - the Little Prince! via <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/26485305@N08/3298628744"><b>mmelox</b></a><br />
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I think my house would be complete with this gorgeous <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/blancucha/4016019763"><b>Blancucha</b></a> wall decal. Isn't she amazing?! There's nothing more cheery than red balloons! I love the simplicity of her art. <br />
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I hope you're all feeling warm and cheery. If not, have you tried the new Snickers Hazelnut bar?!! I have been scouring supermarket shelves all over Sydney with no success, thankfully I have the best friend ever and she sent me some in the mail from Melbourne. Nothing beats hazelnuts and chocolate and lovely people who send you it in the post. Nothing! Another reason to move to Melbourne perhaps?! <br />
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Hooray for holidays! I'm going OVERSEAS!! Well, I'm headed to Tassie for the weekend with my mum and my uncle to visit my cousin's family in Launceston. I've never been there before. It's rather exciting. I think the small gap of ocean between Tasmania and the mainland officially makes this trip an overseas one, don't you?!<br />
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Only problem is that it's bloooooooody freeeeeeeeezing down there. Even colder than Sydney and I already feel like I've layered and rugged up as much as possible. I just did a late night trip to Kmart for extra woolie leggings. I feel certain that in this current climate, one can never have too many pairs of thick woolie leggings. But don't worry kids, I won't wear them as pants. <br />
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I've already started the first rounds of many crocheted flowers so I can crochet on the plane and not need scissors, which I am feeling rather chuffed about. As for doing the laundry so I have clean undies to take...well, there is a few hours before take off!<br />
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Oh, and I will be taking my apple beanie to Australia's apple isle so stay tuned for some in situ action shots!<br />
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Much love to you all and have a wonderful wild and wooly weekend, wherever you are!Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18015070241351570402noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136408472732456040.post-41941475986932007542010-06-21T19:40:00.000+10:002010-06-21T19:40:10.614+10:00keep your chin upHi there! It's been three whole weeks! I would have blogged sooner but I was busy burying my head in the sand. Sorry about that. I have some rather enormous life changing news to announce but I have to wait just a little bit longer before sharing....rude I know. Please be patient with me! While I shake the sand out of my hair and wipe my eyes here is a happy inspirational image I've been using to keep me going.<br />
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I like to read books. A lot. I especially like the books with good characters. You know, like Harry Potter, Holden Caulfield, Franny and Zooey, Kafka Tamura or Kilgore Trout. After reading this <a href="http://craftastrophies.wordpress.com/2010/05/10/not-a-meme/"><b>splendid post by the delightful Kate</b></a>, I decided to write about me as a character. A sort of self portrait in words, if you will. <br />
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Must be kept artificially warm at all times - takes excessively hot showers that scorch her chest tomato red. Will not leave the house without a cardigan, even in summer. <br />
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Useless at time management - always either far too early for appointments or late. Often calls ahead warning she is running late then manages to somehow turn up just on time. Then feels embarrassed about earlier unnecessary warning. Likes to read whilst walking, even though it's slow going both ways.<br />
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Tells herself these new grey hairs look more silver or even blonde than grey, really. Often thinking about her next meal. Desperately wishes she had a prize winning novel in her but is resigned to the fact that her slightly above average intelligence is unlikely ever to produce one. <br />
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Fiercely loyal and completely biased towards those she loves or ideas she believes in. Paralysed by passion - will cry if confronted with arguments against said people or beliefs. <br />
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Public transport brings out the worst in her - feels utter disgust and contempt for fellow travellers. Realises the hypocrisy in such arrogant and inhumane thoughts. Detests them all the same. Tries to connect with every cat she encounters. Mostly succeeds.<br />
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Cannot last the entire night without going to the toilet. Blames cat for waking her up at 4.30am for breakfast. Quietly fears her bladder contains more will than her mind.<br />
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Never believes compliments from sales people, even when she knows them to be true. She does have beautiful green eyes and her bag is gorgeous. But sales people are not to be trusted.<br />
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Loves the idea of wearing red lipstick but is wracked by anxiety every time she does. Likes to cheat at card games. Does not follow recipes, uses them only as a guide. Loves puns.<br />
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</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">So, how much to I have to bribe you into including me in your next award winning novel? Anyone got J.K Rowling's email by any chance? J.D Salinger's <i>and</i> a time machine? Haruki Murakami's perhaps?! </div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18015070241351570402noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136408472732456040.post-29556092593179780182010-05-29T16:55:00.006+10:002010-05-29T17:22:25.083+10:00Whatever is worn on the head is a sign of the mind beneath it<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4QWHE_NtZJM-9kfW2YFGxbE6M3Wc1fK0PnhhheDc8-AaAEBDe_ayHr6EOKVwgkAPntOLLsqxlHTkEGZoJQ0b7VQokcS_x-KN9kwOPX3f2E_Ry1BVAN4MpyMA2-CKrkya30_qndhk2lTqF/s1600/4621335250_819723ffb0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4QWHE_NtZJM-9kfW2YFGxbE6M3Wc1fK0PnhhheDc8-AaAEBDe_ayHr6EOKVwgkAPntOLLsqxlHTkEGZoJQ0b7VQokcS_x-KN9kwOPX3f2E_Ry1BVAN4MpyMA2-CKrkya30_qndhk2lTqF/s640/4621335250_819723ffb0.jpg" width="481" /></a><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"> </span><br />
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So that must mean I'm bright, cheery and very good for you?!<br />
Here's my latest crochet project - a red delicious apple beanie...<br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inthelightofthesun/4641978664/" title="leaf detail on my apple beanie by In the Light of the Sun, on Flickr"><img alt="leaf detail on my apple beanie" height="300" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4062/4641978664_e26f2b3e81_b.jpg" width="400" /></a><br />
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Turns out it's awfully hard to take photos of oneself wearing a beanie in low light. Curse this dreary overcast and rainy weather! Although - tis perfect weather for a bright and cheerful apple beanie!<br />
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Does what's on your head define your mind right now? Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18015070241351570402noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136408472732456040.post-20346822731880633332010-05-26T22:59:00.000+10:002010-05-26T22:59:45.544+10:00handiworkI've been doing it. Handiwork that is. Stitching hands or things on hand shapes!<br />
And in the words of my favourite 80s effortlessly cool dude Ferris Bueller - "Never had one lesson".<br />
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First up was a card for my sister in law to say thanks for trusting me enough to look after her darling lil one three days a week for 5 whole months! We have our last day together tomorrow. Le sigh.<br />
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The hardest part was getting him to hold still long enough to trace his hand...I had to sing some crazy songs to distract him.<br />
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Next up is a gift for my partner Tom, who requested fingerless gloves for his birthday. He's been warned the weather will be pretty chilly in South Africa, even in the offices they will be working in, so I have embellished a plain black pair of woollen fingerless gloves with a little love for him to remember me by. So if you happen to watch any of the World Cup shows on SBS this June/July then it's highly likely they will have been put together by my man, wearing my 'handmade' gloves!<br />
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I told him he could tuck them into his jumper but he said he would display them proudly. Awwww. Now to embroider his stab vest and stencil sweet nothings on his tear gas mask. EEEK!<br />
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And before you go I just want to say sorry for being such a stranger round here lately. Thank you for all your kind well wishes on my last post. I've plunged into unemployment gloom even before it's officially started and I think I reverted to my December headspace without realising. I promise to try harder at thinking positive this time! Someone will employ me! Bills will be paid! And in the meanwhile - blog posts will be posted! So do stay tuned.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18015070241351570402noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136408472732456040.post-28352094078477518752010-05-13T00:18:00.000+10:002010-05-13T00:18:34.386+10:00decisions, decisions...I often feel like I'm standing at yet another of life's crossroads. Or roundabout. Or a confusing LA-esqe multi laned highway turnoff/merge/exit. Sometimes it's just me standing there, staring blankly, sometimes I'm there with a close friend, my family or my partner.<br />
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At these times I often think of the New Jersey turnpike in the film <i>Being John Malkovich</i> and marvel at the crazy portal of life and the strange places it spits you out at. That, and Robert Frost's poem, The Road Not Taken, because a choice is necessary here, inevitable even, but you can never really know the outcome of your choice until you have lived it. Which can feel a little daunting at times.<br />
Will the next choice I make lead to happiness? <br />
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<i>Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,<br />
And sorry I could not travel both<br />
And be one traveler, long I stood<br />
And looked down one as far as I could<br />
To where it bent in the undergrowth.<br />
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And having perhaps the better claim,<br />
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;<br />
Though as for that the passing there<br />
Had worn them really about the same.<br />
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And both that morning equally lay</i> <i><br />
In leaves no step had trodden black.<br />
Oh, I kept the first for another day!<br />
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,<br />
I doubted if I should ever come back.<br />
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I shall be telling this with a sigh</i> <i><br />
Somewhere ages and ages hence:<br />
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--<br />
I took the one less traveled by,<br />
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Frost is a cheeky bastard of a poet, don't you think? Is he sighing with happiness or regret? Was the difference good or bad? You could argue, <i>knowing how way leads on to way</i>, we can always make another choice, right? But that choice will then be informed and influenced by the former choices. Snowball effect. Rippling in a pond. Dominos are tumbling down. I'm starting to hyperventilate. And still just standing here, staring blankly.<br />
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This handy flow chart gets straight to the point though -<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Some more food for thought via <a href="http://checksandspots.blogspot.com/"><b>Checks and Spots</b></a> comes in video form. It was an entry in a competition called u @ 50 and here I am stressing about tomorrow, next week, next month etc but this makes me ponder long term happiness. Ah perspective. Now I'm worrying about not only my <i>future</i> future but that of the entire world. Although, if there's no world then there's no me, so the two are kind of mutually exclusive.<br />
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It's a palindrome, so you'll need to watch the entire 1:45 to understand the full message. And that also means that if you don't have sound then you'll have to read each line, then read them backwards in order to see the true meaning!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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And on a final note I shall leave you with this to consider. A most excellent piece of street art spotted tonight at the top of my parents street in Bondi, albeit fuzzily captured by my iphone. Apt, I think, considering all that's been going on in my head right lately. <br />
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I love it. I love that it's quoting the 1998 Spice Girls song <i>Stop</i>.<br />
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I'm going to stop, make my happiness decision with a human touch, and be on my merry way. And if life spits me out at the New Jersey turnpike again, well, I'll just have to dust myself off and crawl back down the crazy portal that is life, right?!Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18015070241351570402noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136408472732456040.post-9922252205725144002010-05-09T12:15:00.001+10:002010-05-09T12:17:02.552+10:00thanks mumMy mum has put up with a lot of crap over past 28 years...<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Since I was this little (and even littler really)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq0emCaG1VGcOE-jhvFOvU6aLUAqdJ84vCdhttNak4VbBurIv3arAihcCyURmAJl1KCl1yBmTXb4p1ltjcBuw0W-auFas84ZNb__-BxF-cvx8itgbfdgC_c8IXFUiwRseXgk_53wekP9f0/s1600/84jan+017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq0emCaG1VGcOE-jhvFOvU6aLUAqdJ84vCdhttNak4VbBurIv3arAihcCyURmAJl1KCl1yBmTXb4p1ltjcBuw0W-auFas84ZNb__-BxF-cvx8itgbfdgC_c8IXFUiwRseXgk_53wekP9f0/s400/84jan+017.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQzjWhYO6g_JlN6m7aWfNd32q_2K6xqSJ8FM6UnI3Gk1eCApU-0Us_1W3r0oagWLHXtkzlxLqXWH3YxDgzz4yS4Mac9XuZ832uzMY9onN558FYVjbNHlQhrKIytE0mBrdqY8akexneEfPw/s1600/83sep+035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQzjWhYO6g_JlN6m7aWfNd32q_2K6xqSJ8FM6UnI3Gk1eCApU-0Us_1W3r0oagWLHXtkzlxLqXWH3YxDgzz4yS4Mac9XuZ832uzMY9onN558FYVjbNHlQhrKIytE0mBrdqY8akexneEfPw/s400/83sep+035.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrwbjd8XqmPDpOGQxSsSkPXNiInRgwg56mTlfkSiXPfio4JeSgHmcnAsvmDznv41oP5jNRElpjRWsTKrZQdkj1piKfWIKFmyJCGUqyYSOa423xznYQzINWav_9HARcnpaUVRMlaPTliIIp/s1600/83sep+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrwbjd8XqmPDpOGQxSsSkPXNiInRgwg56mTlfkSiXPfio4JeSgHmcnAsvmDznv41oP5jNRElpjRWsTKrZQdkj1piKfWIKFmyJCGUqyYSOa423xznYQzINWav_9HARcnpaUVRMlaPTliIIp/s400/83sep+001.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkw1Zse3ZaVKhxycfOyTyAChC49H8JwH0ZtCTOEDOpl_Xl1s9lMZEiXi5n4PDKx8ha5EHqqygNAb5zGJ1VzRTW4R5wGMIiYwM-kFNfFoFtexURwmuEvV561OJ3dQjKTCVLluByx5iXpgYU/s1600/83dec+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkw1Zse3ZaVKhxycfOyTyAChC49H8JwH0ZtCTOEDOpl_Xl1s9lMZEiXi5n4PDKx8ha5EHqqygNAb5zGJ1VzRTW4R5wGMIiYwM-kFNfFoFtexURwmuEvV561OJ3dQjKTCVLluByx5iXpgYU/s400/83dec+001.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Until I was this big.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiut_hvDFBHnApjFNAV6FwBFv5GEU7xW3u2_HK5U0beRvb0DWoKNbsLCqtirTUJzeKNygyDF7_N8hgPW8vlRApsg7Ru-Q4r1bw-WgleojAyPZg46IW7ejWMHsuDcJgakTSP3_8VG45_Zm2D/s1600/england+218.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiut_hvDFBHnApjFNAV6FwBFv5GEU7xW3u2_HK5U0beRvb0DWoKNbsLCqtirTUJzeKNygyDF7_N8hgPW8vlRApsg7Ru-Q4r1bw-WgleojAyPZg46IW7ejWMHsuDcJgakTSP3_8VG45_Zm2D/s400/england+218.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Congratulations Mum, the crap stops here!* </div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">And yet she still thinks it's hilarious to take photos of you sleeping in the car...</div><div style="text-align: center;">so I guess it goes both ways eh mum?!</div><br />
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* Sorry I can't actually guarrantee the crap stops here. In fact I'm pretty sure it says in your contract the crap is never ending. Sorry about that. Thanks for putting up with it all the same. Also, you know it's not my fault!!<br />
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Sending my love to all the mums out there who put up with the crap on a daily basis. I think you are all cussing amazing. I hope I can be as strong, supportive, patient, kind, nuturing and cook as good as you one day. Thanks for being such great role models.<br />
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Happy Mothers Day!<br />
xxxSarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18015070241351570402noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136408472732456040.post-69140863564400335332010-05-07T12:24:00.000+10:002010-05-07T12:24:25.832+10:00leaf studiesEpisode 3 of the 2010 Harvest continues!<br />
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And it contains some of my all time favourite greenery - gum leaves, soft spongey moss and sillouettes at dusk.<br />
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I wish I had a backyard like this...<br />
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First - a cup of tea and a biscuit.<br />
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You'd be correct in guessing that those are still harvest shots. But how hilarious/retro/kitsch is that crocheted owl tea cosy?! My nana made it and EVERYONE hated it and yet it still survived the decades and continues to grace us with its presence at tea time. I'm also glad that Anzacs biscuits have survived the decades since the first batch popped out of the oven. These ones were particularly delicious, THANKS MUM!, and my brother and I ate more than our fair share when we thought no one was looking.<br />
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Now for my news. I'm not sure whether it's good or bad but...my nannying days are numbered. My sister in law has got a spot for my nephew in a daycare centre now, and even though he is 3 months younger than what they'd decided was a better age to cope with daycare, they are worried they won't be able to get him a spot when the right time comes. <br />
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So I won't be needing my bottomless carpet bag or flying umbrella for much longer. I will however, be needing a new job. <span style="font-size: xx-small;">bugger! </span><span style="font-size: small;">Which is fine and perfectly reasonable for a women of my age and skills. </span><span style="font-size: xx-small;">bugger bum poo! </span><span style="font-size: small;">I am sure I will find my dream job advertised on Seek, with a ginormous salary to boot, and they'll probably hire me even before my interview - as this is my new resume/career plan, a la <strong><a href="http://www.davidshrigley.com/">David Shrigley</a></strong>.</span><br />
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We had some glorious weather over the week - but also some serious rain. 30 mms over night on the Saturday evening. But you can never complain about rain in the country, even if it's spoiling your productivity plans. Olives have to be pressed within 2/3 days after picking otherwise they start to ferment which wouldn't make tasty olive oil. Thankfully we weren't washed out of the grove for too long and after a leisurely breakfast we were back picking olives by 10am. Just in time for morning tea break!<br />
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I just get blown away by all the different colours in the sky sometimes. I'd love to know what all the clouds are called too. I'll put learn cloud names on my To Do list, next to learn all the capital cities of Africa. (I can do Europe already, smart huh!) <br />
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And for those who are wondering what happens next, after the olives are all picked - I am working on my 'school project - How Olive Oil is made' blog post! Just need to check up on some technical details...wish I'd paid more attention now, don't I?Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18015070241351570402noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136408472732456040.post-14419670007919429432010-05-02T02:19:00.002+10:002010-05-02T02:23:29.085+10:00Honey, I'm home!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUlUZlg0HsLjU1yxyPgDG_hSTd77XhEzJ7vAwGpfGVWUQdddrfIpJgFNkxsdN148wzXoH15jDVT550jm5wovpF495WnIO5cTwZm5rvxyaFSF1fy_JNaHY76T5XosZA3_O40u8ZL7qZuigE/s1600/on+the+road.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUlUZlg0HsLjU1yxyPgDG_hSTd77XhEzJ7vAwGpfGVWUQdddrfIpJgFNkxsdN148wzXoH15jDVT550jm5wovpF495WnIO5cTwZm5rvxyaFSF1fy_JNaHY76T5XosZA3_O40u8ZL7qZuigE/s400/on+the+road.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> *<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Over 10 hours round trip of driving later...*</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Home from the Farm. Sigh. I could definitely spend more time in the countryside... I'd be a weather beaten farmers wife any day. In fact I'm ridiculously brown after just one week. And sad about taking my Blundstones off. They were the first thing I'd pull on as I stumbled out of bed each day...I'm dreaming of living the good life with a sheep or two and some pigs and a dairy cow. I rather fancy myself as an Australian version of Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall. River Cottage Down Under! I'd churn my own butter, grow our own vegies, pluck my own chickens...well, I did say I was dreaming!<br />
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But did you miss me?! You know I missed you! But I was brave, and lasted over a week without internet or mobile access. Impressive stuff, no? There was much to keep me busy/distracted at this years harvest though. There is never enough time in each lovely day spent in the countryside...<br />
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I have a million and one photos to share from the harvest, as you can imagine. So I will try and stagger them over a few posts, so as not to overload you all at once. And then back to my (ir)regular posts of crafting antics and adventures in the city!<br />
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But for now I present to you my shots from the East Ridge Olive Grove 2010 Harvest! <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>i.e shaking the olives off the bigger trees and catching them in a net!**</i></span></div><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Such is life.**</span></i><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div>And if you like what you see, you're more than welcome to join us for next years harvest! Stay tuned for more rural themed shots...Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18015070241351570402noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136408472732456040.post-16469070648385305042010-04-22T22:31:00.000+10:002010-04-22T22:31:44.760+10:00it's harvest time!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoeY6Ano5ndgvtPSiGoXra83gT41EY3BWS74NOqv32cNnSoB9R4qDlf0RykzY1tHmvozQThdGf18x82G1hzHG4VRUysP9-Lbn1GQEk8nhlz-ACPsz294FS57OOSK_wr5oGF_B5SGCPpaMD/s1600/harvest5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div>Sayonara city - I'm out of here! I'll be offline for 9 or so days (who's counting?!) as I head off to my parent's farm near Mudgee for the annual East Ridge Olive Grove Harvest Festival. <br />
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I look forward to this time of year even more than Christmas. It's got all the elements needed for a great festive holiday - family, friends, copious amounts of good food and wine, good conversation and a break from the hustle and bustle of everyday life - with the added bonus of fresh clean country air, gentle exercise and the satisfaction gleaned from being involved in the making of the most delicious tasting, award winning olive oil you've ever tasted!<br />
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Okay so I'm a little biased due to the fact that I helped plant these olive trees for mum and dad and have helped harvest them every year. I think this might be our 5 year anniversary too (I'll have to check with mum about that though) so it's going to be extra special. And we're hoping for a bumper crop - harvest is being held over 2 weekends this year instead of just the one. That's if the birds don't eat them all, hail doesn't destroy them, fires don't come through the area or Icelandic volcanic ash decends upon us. Tom's parents come every year and this year they're bringing extra help all the way from Stockholm. Fingers crossed Dory gets to hop on the plane in time, what with all the delays due to the Icelandic (int)eruptions... <br />
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So I've packed my Blundstones, an array of colourful beanies, a large stash of wool for making granny squares, my cameras, a book (Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami) and I'm keeping Dad company while Tom and the rest of my family head back home mid week for work/uni. Dad's hired out a few seasons of The Darling Buds of May for our viewing pleasure. Oh, and The Brittas Empire, which would be loudly voted off the island if the rest of the clan were still there. We share a love of British television, the good, the bad and the extraordinarily, painfully woeful. But that's just for the evenings of course - I plan to spend my time off scouring the local op shops and snoozing. Bliss. <br />
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Just like this...<br />
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I'll miss you, you know. I'm sure I'll have loads of catching up to do on the interwebs upon my return. Don't do anything too exciting while I'm gone, will you?<br />
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I'll also miss you Snouting Girl. Sad you won't be eating rotting rabbits and then getting sick, grousing at the other dogs being the grumpy old fun police, getting dirty with a filthy stinking beard, carrying kindling for the fire and generally being the loveliest dog we've ever had. (Sorry to all our other dogs, Cleo will always be my favourite, it's true...)<br />
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R.I.P Cleo Sept 2009Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18015070241351570402noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136408472732456040.post-15234364602275137622010-04-20T22:36:00.002+10:002010-04-21T20:38:32.381+10:00glass half full or half empty? cake half burnt or half uncooked?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX4bprOGlpEj8l4D-2YORf1jSmS8zpqXzqMzfAgNql2KmOyFbBChvEIaEhC_bvP8kBmw9eXCEal8_xq2d3iQPQ5hiv4PvO8PuOg7IMCfW1OMsgf1UZcyaw8m1kQUn4hXY02X4VvYcrAPit/s1600/baking.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX4bprOGlpEj8l4D-2YORf1jSmS8zpqXzqMzfAgNql2KmOyFbBChvEIaEhC_bvP8kBmw9eXCEal8_xq2d3iQPQ5hiv4PvO8PuOg7IMCfW1OMsgf1UZcyaw8m1kQUn4hXY02X4VvYcrAPit/s400/baking.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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As you can see I'm a chaotic baker. I promise I didn't "style" that shot, that's just how unorganised the science of baking is in my kitchen. Things get messy when I bake. But I love the clutter, the muddle, the bedlam and the scrambles and shambles of a good afternoon of baking. So what if I've got icing sugar in my hair, egg smeared on my skirt and if my cardigan doesn't skim over my curves like Nigella's. At least I get to lick all the dishes clean and put them straight back in the cupboards when I'm done. <br />
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I <i>don't</i> love when my delicious tasting <a href="http://inthelightofthesun.blogspot.com/2009/04/let-us-eat-cake.html"><b>lemon and almond cake</b></a> batter burns on the outside and is completely uncooked in the middle...poor Nana, her 82nd birthday cake probably won't be remembered in her birthday cake hall of fame. And I burnt it last year too, so maybe this is becoming a tradition. And sure, I blame the oven, but who turned it up too high, then down too low to compensate? Oops, I guess that would be me...<br />
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So the lesson I learn, time and time again, is eat as much of that delicious lemony butter and sugar and almond meal mixture before you put it in the oven and go and ruin everything, yet again. Got any better baking tips than that?!<br />
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Other lessons I am learning this week is persistance and being patient. Thank you for your kind words as I battle with my temper. Never fear, my nephew and I are still talking to each other (well, he babbles, I sing) and spend most of the day cuddling. Plus I figure I am being paid to be patient, so I should try harder for work ethic reasons alone! I did confess to my sister in law that I'd yelled at him and she just hugged me and said - "I'm sorry he pushed you to your limit but it happens to everyone. Don't feel bad. Feel good because you're giving me a break 3 days a week!"<br />
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So I guess I'll have a glass (half full) of wine to wash down this delicious cake, put my feet up and consider myself just cussing awesome. Care to join me? Come on, tell me you're not cussing awesome too?! I know you are!!Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18015070241351570402noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136408472732456040.post-28238260034629527772010-04-17T22:36:00.005+10:002010-04-18T18:38:38.687+10:00Patience and the Imp<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/40283704/patience-archival-print"><b></b></a><b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=1136408472732456040&postID=2823826003462952777" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheYUHZzQ53iSQo_wr4uK-V4p-cc0W-fWi-ALBPlKMsR-EAD2k1bPxUqhFPzeKO9WsK5BdURop0nBZG-BLyCq4NLq_Emr8Iti2nJrfw-yjGjsVS1xDrQGPD7qzHMa4OOKJxDtawPM5cNr0D/s640/patience.jpg" width="640" /></a></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/40283704/patience-archival-print"><b>Image: Patience Archival Print by Lisa Congdon</b></a></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><span id="goog_838561627"></span><span id="goog_838561628"></span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/"></a><br />
Urgh. Lately I have really been putting my imp before my patience. And it just feels so awful.<br />
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When I see and hear other people yelling...it all seems so unnecessary and soul destroying. And it really doesn't matter if you apologise afterwards - it's too late, you've already acted irrationally and you can't take those words or actions back. And I know it hurts real bad when someone yells at you, so I really shouldn't be yelling at someone else... <br />
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Especially when that someone is a 7 month old baby.<br />
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I lost my cool the other day - everything had been a battle, no eating, no drinking, no sleeping all day without a fight. And so when I reached the end of my tether, when I gave up trying to understand what the hell was the problem, I yelled. And unsurprisingly, yelling does not stop a baby from crying. Nor did it make me feel any better afterwards - on the contrary I felt a million times worse.<br />
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Why can't I be more patient? Where can I get more patience from? How do you learn to be patient?<br />
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I really don't want to be a yeller. I don't want to lash out verbally when I'm feeling pissed off. I don't want to snap so easily. I don't want to take my frustrations out on other people, especially those I love. I want to be stronger.<br />
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How come I can find patience for inanimate objects: learn a new craft, layer my tea bags in a spiral, fold all my plastic bags in neat and tidy rectangles but when it comes to compassion for other human beings I am so quick to snap?<br />
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This is one bad habit I am keen to quit. If you have any wisdom to impart or helpful tips I'd be one grateful girl...Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18015070241351570402noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136408472732456040.post-9270187512341683302010-04-15T14:59:00.000+10:002010-04-15T14:59:03.604+10:00pin cushion swapI've joined in on the <strong><a href="http://foxslane.blogspot.com/2010/03/lets-get-swapping.html">Pin Cushion Swap</a></strong> organised by sweet <strong><a href="http://foxslane.blogspot.com/">Kate of Foxs Lane</a></strong>.<br />
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My ummming and ahhhing, dilly dallying, tooing and froing time is now up. I've got to pop my pin cushions in the mail! Whether I like them or not.<br />
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Here they are:<br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inthelightofthesun/4522681626/" title="pincushions 2 by In the Light of the Sun, on Flickr"><img alt="pincushions 2" height="300" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2708/4522681626_9fbd41d300_b.jpg" width="400" /></a><br />
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Now, I only learnt to crochet just last November so I am rather proud of myself for figuring these out all by myself and without a pattern. Having said that, had I consulted a pattern I may not have needed to pull them apart quite so many times...but where is the 'learning' in that eh?<br />
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I hope these cheery pin cushions leave a little ray of sunshine on my swap partner's sewing table! I'm just putting the finishing touches on my 'Sunny Songs to Sew By' mixtape and then I'm off to the post office...Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18015070241351570402noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136408472732456040.post-25035553249666811142010-04-11T14:37:00.000+10:002010-04-11T14:37:40.773+10:00how to: floral cheer on a budgetEveryone loves flowers, right? I just get so sad when they die. And in this heat (yes, it's a sunny 28 degrees in Sydney today - where did that nice cool Autumn breeze go?!) cut flowers don't last as long as I'd like them to. But it's <a href="http://budsandbells.blogspot.com/"><b>someone special's</b></a> birthday party today and I knew they'd appreciate some floral cheer so I popped into the florist to see what was on offer. <br />
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I was excited to see little pots of colour on sale for $2 each. I'm thinking that this floral cheer might last a little longer if it's still attached to it's plantly home and nestled safely in soil. But the plastic pot? I think we can do better than that...<br />
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It's a little shabby chic in this colour scheme, what with the antique lace, twine and floral paper but if we can't indulge in a little girliness once in a while then what's the world coming to?!<br />
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So if you, or someone you know, is in need of a little floral cheer and you're strapped for cash then I would definitely recommend doing the following:<br />
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* Head to your local florist or gardening centre and pick up a pot or two of cheerful blooms. If your friend is more of a foodie - pick up some herbs instead<br />
* Rummage through the recycling for some tins - soak them in hot water to remove the label and give them a good clean<br />
* Squeeze your plants into the tins - you'll need to loosen the roots a little, pat them down and then give them a little water<br />
* Wipe the tin clean so no soil is, errr, soiling the outside of your vase<br />
* Decorate your vase with scraps of wrapping paper, fabric, ribbons, lace, wool or whatever takes your fancy and secure it with double sided tape for extra ease and speediness!<br />
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Too easy! Cheap and cheery! Win, win, wouldn't you say?<br />
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I'm thinking these sweet little tins would look lovely as table centrepieces on special occasions like Christmas or at a wedding. Or you know, for those occasions like every other day. Life is too short to wait for special things to happen - sometimes you've got to initiate the special yourself. Be 'specially proactive!Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18015070241351570402noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136408472732456040.post-34869142897365152962010-04-11T00:30:00.004+10:002010-04-18T18:45:58.143+10:00happiness is...<div style="text-align: center;">...a warm blanket to snuggle in...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inthelightofthesun/4508041282/" title="bano collage by In the Light of the Sun, on Flickr"><img alt="bano collage" height="1024" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2017/4508041282_07da310806_o.jpg" width="348" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
...fresh clean sheets to rest your weary body on...</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2WkRo-BL9yh3Fh5f0ec4hU1Jphy9R9bmQ0egzq_pAF9VyDkAZw4INs77BO-myVMS4ljIKSamDElbP2TQMV3SL3akRY4Lei3YUkeS3PNedSXEra_4_VB3bt5YxXV3h21Pwbo4hU-QcLAgM/s1600/bed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2WkRo-BL9yh3Fh5f0ec4hU1Jphy9R9bmQ0egzq_pAF9VyDkAZw4INs77BO-myVMS4ljIKSamDElbP2TQMV3SL3akRY4Lei3YUkeS3PNedSXEra_4_VB3bt5YxXV3h21Pwbo4hU-QcLAgM/s400/bed.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVWyHLHx6_2H1beQEIEpBiOjnhiT42hYXbkMSesP1ix-RJtDuZyyrIYsxNfWbh3b_H9kRobSF8fxRVow3-rMNG92Rg2Xp2n0VZjtrYbyFLbiD2y5rQnnVB47QU5-AcKI4gNt4DB6_x3Xun/s1600/bed+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVWyHLHx6_2H1beQEIEpBiOjnhiT42hYXbkMSesP1ix-RJtDuZyyrIYsxNfWbh3b_H9kRobSF8fxRVow3-rMNG92Rg2Xp2n0VZjtrYbyFLbiD2y5rQnnVB47QU5-AcKI4gNt4DB6_x3Xun/s400/bed+2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">...and sweet, sweet dreams of otters holding hands...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="405" width="500"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/epUk3T2Kfno&hl=en_GB&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/epUk3T2Kfno&hl=en_GB&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
Well come on now, could something so adorable be real?!<br />
That had to be a dream!<br />
That moment at 1:18? My heart explodes with happiness. I'm otterly in love.<br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">And if that didn't melt your frozen heart I don't know what will. I've decided I <i>do</i> believe in reincarnation - in the hope that my next life will be spent as a hand holding otter who fills their days snoozing and floating in a pool with the one they love the best.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Hope your weekend is filled with snuggles, sweet dreams, hand holding and happiness. </div></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18015070241351570402noreply@blogger.com2