I'm not going to lie. I totally underestimated the physical, financial and emotional costs of a two-day market in Melbourne. In the lead up, life revolved around getting ready for the market. My answer to anything that Elsie and Maeve asked was standard: 'Can we do some baking?' 'Yes. After the market.' 'Can you make … Continue reading How was the market?
I’m sorry I haven’t called
It's cool how there are some friends you don't speak to very often , but when you do, it's as if you'd just had a coffee yesterday. Or a laugh in a shop fitting room earlier that morning. (Don't get me wrong, talk-more-often-than-that-friends, you're cool too.) Sometimes when you get together with don't-talk-very-often-friends, you each … Continue reading I’m sorry I haven’t called
Taking an idea and making it your own
I had a picture in my mind of how it would turn out. Actually the picture in my mind was compliments of Pinterest: Source I gave Elsie and Maeve a canvas each, showed them this picture on the computer and waited for the announcement that they wanted to make one exactly the same. 'That's cool!' … Continue reading Taking an idea and making it your own
That’s another one down and it was good
It feels like three days ago that I dragged armchairs around the lounge room floor to make space for the Christmas tree. And we hung decorations covered in glitter and foam shapes from kindergarten. But it wasn't three days ago at all. It was 12 months. Did I just go to the toilet and when … Continue reading That’s another one down and it was good
Book proposal
In a shop yesterday Elsie fell in love with a turtle hand puppet. When I suggested we write to Santa and ask for a turtle hand puppet, her shoulders raised slightly then slumped forward and down with great force. Her mouth formed a perfect upside-down smile. I reminded her that it wasn't long until Christmas … Continue reading Book proposal
Worrying is like a rocking chair
My brother-in-law said something good when Elsie was a couple of years old. I told him that when she was born (at 24-weeks gestation) we sat beside our critical baby, born before any part of her body (inside or out) was ready and all of a sudden the drought and the failed crops didn't matter; we … Continue reading Worrying is like a rocking chair
Spring carnival permanent fashion
In the dairy industry, they call it Grand Champion; the cow with the nicest shaped udder, well-placed teats, and a strong dairy build. The judge also looks for a securely attached udder (if I was a cow, I'd be valuing that too...). Image source In the sheep industry, there's the Supreme Ram, Ewe or Prime … Continue reading Spring carnival permanent fashion
It’s not me. It’s you.
It's like when you'd break up with your boyfriend. He'd be upset. You'd be upset because he was upset. And you'd get to thinking it wasn't that bad when you were together. But it was, obviously. Bad enough that you ended it. Just that vital fact would get forgotten in the 'he's-upset-now-I'm-upset; have-I-done-the-right-thing?' moment. Remember … Continue reading It’s not me. It’s you.
Are we old or is it just me?
At some point between my 21st and the 21st we went to last night, I got old. I'm not sure how or when that happened.I get the why part; I've pretty much doubled in age. I guess that covers the how part as well. But as for when, at which point did my clothes become … Continue reading Are we old or is it just me?
Writing by Larissa Patton 