I’ve observed myself before when I’ve had to deal with loss and the subsequent ‘life goes on’, so I know a thing or two about what’s good for me in that situation, and what’s bad.
Good: go through Mira’s toys, medication, pillows and blankets immediately and make a washing pile, a donation pile, and a keep pile.
Bad: clutch Mira’s pillow and sob into it (I only did five minutes of that one, so I’m giving myself a gold star).
Good: clean up – no particular room, just go around and throw away things that never get used and tidy, tidy, tidy.
Bad: go around and focus on the absence of Mira under our desks, on the couch, in front of the fridge staring me down for food or between my legs when I’m cooking waiting for bits of vegetable to fall to her level.
Good: keep up habits. That means on Saturdays, try to make it to that little Brunswick op shop that’s only open for three hours. Look for a buddy to come along.
Last Saturday buddy turned out to be Suzie. Now Suzie is really delightful: she has the tiniest face and ears and a pixie haircut. She can hoola-hoop, like me she loves to photograph decrepit houses, and she has a very contagious laugh and enthusiasm for life. So going to little Brunswick op shop with Suzie: good. Very good.
Even better: spotting a lemon tree with plenty of lemons hanging over the fence (score!) and the ensuing conversation on how to make them ours. It may or may not have involved a debate about climbing on Suzie’s shoulders – and my weight. It ended in Suzie’s resolve to hit the gym to withstand my 55kg, or bring back a stepladder next weekend. We want those damn lemons (seriously, don’t they look good?).
I’ve been working very late every single night; once a week peek-a-boo seems to be all I can manage…
So here is a peek at my Sunday: rediscovering that my Porter has a long strap and that such a little detail can make a nice difference to an outfit. Also rediscovering a pair of knee-high black socks I’ve owned since I was 14 (that’s 17 years! Crazy…). Getting away to share a cup of tea with the most gorgeous friend (and feeling wired for the rest of the afternoon because black tea just has that effect one me… Even though it’s supposed to contain so little caffeine it wouldn’t even wire a gnat…). And adopting a succulent that found a home in one of our favourite glasses.
Please don’t ask me about ‘The Fall of the House of Usher‘ – I started reading it when I was 19 and haven’t finished it yet (it may or may not involve a story about insomnia while holidaying in Lyon, and getting spooked more than I care to admit).
Being the overworked and under-slept little maniac that I am, my social life is suffering these days. Which hurts my spirit, because I have some gorgeous amazing lovely friends that I miss to bits (and we live in the same city! Ridiculous!).
At the moment the closest I get to actually spending time with them is thinking about random quirks of theirs or adorable things they do as I go about my day – sad, I know.
Case in point today: because I can be lazy and cheap I was not inclined to dye my whole head of hair (which is a process because I’ve got a lot of hair, remember?) so I decided to pluck out the offenders showing some white (how dare!) instead. Except I don’t know what I did wrong (spot, yank with tweezers – what could be easier?) but the top of my head really hurts now. Which made me think of Hollie’s crazy talent at pulling my grey hairs whenever I asked (isn’t she lovely? I don’t know anyone else apart from my sister who is willing to do it). Not only does she not use tweezers, it doesn’t hurt when she does it. There you have it. I miss Hollie for many reasons, and today sorely in more ways than one (get it? Ha!). If you’re reading this, love you to bits darling!
(Image from here)
To put it to good use we just need to:
*Make up our minds once and for all whether we want children.
*Agree on names – which have to work equally well in both French and English AND have the same spelling in both languages (because I don’t want my children to have a multiple split personality thing going depending on which language they introduce themselves in), not end in -ie for girls (Christian’s foot down) or be Charles or Félix for boys (Christian’s foot again, based on mental connections with British royal family which he’s not fond of, and tv show ‘The Odd Couple’).
*Agree on number of middle names – 2 (my foot down, because in France we have at least that number).
*Agree on where we want them: Europe (yes, yes!) or Australia (far, far – from family and cousins – but current foreseeable country of residence).
You know what? That cute Paris map also comes printed on a bag. I think I’ll take that instead for the moment. And keep on bugging my sister to have a second baby :)
Today I went to my first ‘Round she goes‘ market (a thrifty secondhand clothing heaven). Armed with some amazing sidekicks who helped me make some tough decisions (and bought me gifts!!), I managed to spend only $27 and brought home some real goodies. And even though I always tell myself not to buy anything stripy, I always do. Don’t judge!
I am lucky enough to have some damn stylish friends, on top of being wonderful people. My gorgeous friend Jen (who likes straws, and who introduced me to Jeremy, who gave me a tasty oats recipe, are you with me?) today knocked my socks off by giving me this dress of hers that I had my eye on, well, ever since I saw her wear it for the first time. It has a beautiful top bit that looks like a vest, and the skirt has this amazing pattern of braided hair being cut with big scissors, interspersed by hearts pierced by arrows. Swoon.
PS: this morning while thrifting I found not one but two perfect pairs of pants. Now that is what I call lucky.
I met Jeremy through my beautiful friend Jen (who likes straws, remember?), and on top of being a lovely guy and a snappy dresser he gave me this amazing trick to make oats.
This is what I learnt:
*Soak the oats first (I use rice or soy milk, I can’t stand oats made with water)
*Simmer the oats without EVER bringing to the boil (I think he mentioned half an hour – I personally can’t wait that long).
*Turn off the flame, leave them to rest (for as long as you can stand to wait).
*Turn the flame back on, simmer again. You might need to add more milk at this point if the oats have solidified a bit.
My life (and breakfasts, or lunches as is the case today) will never be the same again.
Thank you so much Jeremy!
Image is from here.
‘It’s ok to spill coffee on people who are wearing synthetics’.
- Lovely presents
- Lovely friends
- Minimal knitting
- More lovely presents
- Eating my vegetables
- Possibly becoming photogenic
- Turning 30
- Mysterious activities requiring a picnic and involving Mira
- Being called old by my father
- Feeling different but being assured I look the same
Thank you to my adorable friends and my amazing Christian for making my birthday so wonderful.