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YAY for imperfection

So when I became pregnant, I had an unrealistic view of motherhood.

Miranda Kerr and baby Flynn

Beyonce and baby Blue (of course being BFF with Gwyneth Paltrow you have to use a noun as a name)

Look at the perfect hair, lips and well behaved babies. But alas, perfect hair and lips are seriously unsustainable without a team. What was I thinking?
However, much to my amusement, a baby is still a baby, even if your surname is Beckham.

VB and baby Harper

Sigh. It’s good to know that even a professional team can’t predict when a baby is going to spew. I lifted the image from Suri’s Burn Book – where I head if I need a giggle.

I might not have perfect hair or lips but I have awesome sunglasses that hide the sleepless nights.
images: the Dirt; Just Jarred; Suri’s Burn Book

OMG. Where have I been!?

Wow.

What can I say? I’ve been away for a very, very, v e r r r y long time. It did get a bit difficult juggling life and blog, so in the end I just stopped writing. But lately a lot of things have inspired me to go, ‘I want to blog about that or share that’.

Firstly, a recap of the last 10 months:

  1. Received my very first email from a reader who isn’t a friend/family. Woot!
  2. I got pregnant! What???
  3. I went to NEW YORK! Seems like everyone is going/has gone lately.
  4. I had a BABY BOY! (Don’t worry, I’m still getting over point 2)

 

 

 

 

 

 

I will be sharing some of these experiences, but generally continuing to write what’s going on in my head. So stay tuned…

Yarnbombing? Say what?

Yarn bombing, yarnbombing, yarnstorming, guerrilla knitting, or graffiti knitting is a type of graffiti or street art that employs colorful displays of knitted or crocheted cloth rather than paint or chalk.

I came across this… phenomenon/coalition/graffiti artists/weekend knitting group strolling in town the other day.

It took a while to figure out what was going on. Apparently, Yarnbombing is thought to have originated in Texas, US where knitters trying to find a creative way to use their leftover and unfinished knitting projects. I get that. Now knitters are now beginning to cover ‘tag’ streets/places all around the world!

Check out some tagging from around the place here, here and here

I particularly liked how the following busts were tagged! I wonder how the models feel about their bust being tagged…

Former Prime Minister - John Howard

Former Prime Minister - Kevin Rudd

Are you a knitter? Will you be yarnbombing anytime soon?

images: Man of the house; Margaret Burin

Springy Sunday

I know, I know, my posts have been irregular, but fear not. There is a reason why but I just can’t share yet. Soon. Anyway, I miss my Sunday posts. The weather has been gorgeous lately and this photo was taken walking home from a picnic at the Botanical Gardens. The lady just looks sooo relaxed basking in the sun reading her book, by the water with her mode of transport next to her.

What have you been up to this Springy weather?

image: Man of the House

Top of the pops.

This weekend marks the end of my youth… Though, some might have said my youth ended a while ago… hardy ha ha. What am I talking about? Video Hits!

For those not familiar with the program, it showcased the latest video clips and completely unrealistic competitions (I don’t know who ever won them!). Over time the show evolved to having hosts and interviewing singers (Channel Ten had to place those ex-Australian Idol contestants somewhere).

I was among the many, whose childhoods was shaped by the program — not to mention my teenage years and my early adulthood. I would ritualistically turn on the telly and either plant myself on any couch or try to mimic the dance moves while cleaning… all while commentating on the chart parade with family, friends and housemates or whoever was around to listen to me.

According to Crikey, ‘historically, Video Hits was also one of the limited ways kids could explore their musical tastes in the pre-internet era. Unless you had an older sibling or hip friend, or dared parley with the intimidating punks staffing local record shops, you learned about music from Video Hits, as well as Rage, Smash Hits and TV Hits magazines, and commercial radio top 40 countdowns including Barry Bissell’s Take 40 Australia‘. Exactly! That was me! Pick me!

Apparently VH is the second longest running music TV show in the world; the longest running is the Eurovision Song Contest (Rage premiered in April 1987). But sadly, it has fallen victim to Channel Ten’s ‘restructure’ (or review, as it’s called in my workplace).

Farewell Video Hits, we had such a good time together and just for a bit of nostalgia, here is a bit of Britney before her meltdown.

Speaking of tops, another fast fashion label is heading to Oz, Topshop is rumoured to be opening in Melbourne/Sydney in 2012. According to dropdeadgorgeousdaily who cites ‘industry sources’, Topshop have their eye on a location at the Chapel Street Jam Factory precinct in Melbourne, and it is believed that the short list of Sydney locations include the outer-suburb Chatswood Chase shopping centre.

I wouldn’t be surprised if Topshop and H&M are watching Zara very closely. What will this mean for Sportsgirl? Portmans have already announced closing 15 to 20 stores (out of a total of 133). Is there room in our tiny market for these international labels?

Are you sad about Video Hits? Or are you a Rage fan? RAAA-AGE! Ra, ra, raaagggggeeeeeeeee!

images: Dave Lavington

A weekend away

Yes, it has been a bit quiet here of late.  Lots of things have been happening, much of it isn’t blog worthy. However, I did take a mini trip to Australia’s capital, Canberra. Before you roll your eyes (because I would), the place holds a soft spot in my heart for lots of reasons and last weekend I paid a visit and was presently surprised.

Lonsdale Street Roasters

I always, always start the day with a coffee, preferably a good one at that. Otherwise, I’m not human. Lonsdale Street Roasters provided me with that good coffee hit. Read other reviews here and here. Too bad it wasn’t here a few years ago, otherwise I might have stayed! Maybe. No. The food menu is limited, but provides some decent options like the ‘Cuban slow roasted pork chipotle coriander’ panini.

3/7 Lonsdale St, Braddon ACT 2612

National Gallery of Australia and National Portrait Gallery

In 2006, the Australian Government agreed to fund the expansion and renovation of the NGA. The expansion was three-fold consisting of the $20 million renovation of the existing building, the $68 million addition of further space, a new entrance and improved accessibility, and the $5 million landscaping of the surrounding area. That doesn’t even cover the cost of the art, though the total cost might only buy an insignificant Picasso. So I guess the renovation / expansion is value for money. The gallery expansion and landscaping makes a lovely stroll, pass the Australian High Court, to the National Portrait Gallery completing a new ensemble of arts and civic facilities in Australia’s Parliamentary Triangle.

Parkes Place, Canberra ACT 2600 – http://nga.gov.au/; http://www.portrait.gov.au/

The Brodburger

I heard so much about these burgers from locals, or adopted locals. I was warned the wait was long, but friends were well prepared with a picnic rug and a lovely lake view. In due course we got our burgers. The hype surrounding these burgers is such that is not possible for them to exceed expectations, but they pretty much meet the expectations. The ingredients are top notch and the all important patty is hand made. The flavours balanced very well. Man of the house ordered the over-the-top Brodburger Deluxe: 2 x A grade gourmet beef patties, flame grilled, 2 x eggs, lots of crispy bacon. Topped with fresh lettuce, tomatoes and Spanish onions. Includes homemade aioli and tomato relish.

I think he ate a cow.

Bowen Park Carpark, Bowen Drive/Wentworth Av, Barton ACT 2604 – http://www.brodburger.com.au/

A very big thank you to Ms C and Mr E for a fabulouso time xxA

images: Rummage: Warning Hipsters Ahead; Qantas: Travel Insider; Haycraft Duloy; Man of the house.

Swirling and twirling at the ballet.

So if you were wondering, and you know you were, why I have been quiet lately. Well unfortunately, I’m suffering from one of those modern day injuries that comes with sitting at a desk all day. Anyhow it’s not very exciting, but it does limit the time I should spend typing. Boo. I’ll try to post, but don’t forget me either!

Where was I? Oh yes, the ballet! Those of you that know me are probably sick of me going on about it… So if you’ve heard it all before, stop reading… after you’ve read this!

This was my first adult ballet and it was divine. The dancing, the costumes, the set design and the venue equated to a wonderful night. Who would have thought that I could be entertained without singing or dialogue? The dancing simply took my breath away, and for days after I was twirling around, very ungraceful, I might add. Whoever made fun of men in tights was obviously jealous or vision impaired. Male ballerinas (is that what you call them? Or maybe belleronas?) that effortlessly lifted and swirled around their partners made me swoon.

The Merry Widow is a story of a wealthy widow who has to chose between love and saving her country (pretty easy, really). It involves five characters:

  • Ambassador Zeta and his young wife Valencienne
  • Camille de Rosillon (French aristocrat)
  • Hanna (the Merry Widow)
  • Count Danilo (attaché and nephew to Ambassador Zeta)

Ambassador Zeta knows that his fatherland (or motherland), Pontevedra, faces bankruptcy if its richest citizen, the young widow Hanna (the Merry Widow), should marry a foreigner. To add to his woes, he knows there is flirtation between his much younger wife Valencienne and the handsome French aristocrat Camille de Rosillon. Zeta orders his attaché, Count Danilo, to ward off the money hungry horde of potential suitors swarming around the wealthy Widow.

To further complicate the plot, Hanna and Danilo are not exactly strangers. It seems that they had a torrid affair when Hanna was a poor farm girl, but Danilo had put an end to their affair at the insistence of his aristocratic parents. He is amazed at the transformation in Hanna and, in his confusion, mops his forehead with a handkerchief which Hanna recognises as the keepsake she gave him when they parted. He tells Hanna he has always loved her, but she thinking, he is only interested in her money, rejects him.

Hanna is holding a Pontevedrian soiree at her villa and the guests celebrate with their national dances as they all go into supper. But when Camille and Valencienne are caught during a rendezvous in the garden pavilion, Hanna gallantly takes Valencienne’s place. To assuage the Ambassador’s suspicions, Hanna announces that she and Camille are engaged. The astounded guests offer frigid congratulations and depart. Ambassador Zeta is upset as his country will fade into oblivion. Danilo is the last to leave and, in a frenzy, throws at her feet the handkerchief with which she had, a moment ago, retied their union. She picks it up knowing that he truly loves her.

The Pontevedrians have come to drown their sorrows and spend their last francs on the last night out. Gaiety prevails until Camille unwisely appears – hoping, of course, to meet Valencienne. The Pontevedrians, led by Valencienne, jeer at him. Her mockery, however, is more emotional than patriotic. Hanna suddenly appears and accepts Camille’s unwillingly offered arm. This is too much for Danilo who advances to challenge him to a duel but Hanna and Valencienne intervene. The Baron perceives, from his wife’s protection of Camille, that his fears are not without foundation and resignedly accepts the inevitable. All have left and Hanna stands forlornly alone. Danilo quietly returns and they dance romantically into the night.

Okay, so the story sounds a bit marshmallow but the dancing, costumes and set designs made the ballet a wonderful night out – the pictures just doesn’t do any justice. It’s next showing at the Sydney Opera House 10-28 November 2011… Buy tickets. Do it.

Have you been to the ballet? What have you seen?

images: Behind Ballet and Jeff Busby;