Home sweet home


Well, not quite, but last night I faced one of those frustrating ‘I know it’s staring me in the face’ kind of dilemmas.  I’ve recently created one of the most super organised wardrobes going around (organised I said, not OCD), see exhibit A, especially when it comes to sorting out the pile of ladies nice things!  The other night I thought it was time to drag out the in-case-of-cold-emergency pj’s but after boiling myself all night I changed my mind and put them away again.  Now that it is gotten colder you think I’d be able to find them in this get up I have going on, but no, like Wally they continue to elude me.

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That is the collective name for my dogs when they misbehave.  Yesterday being no exception.

Since we moved I’ve decided to keep the dogs inside while I’m at work.  On the majority of days it is no drama.  On the other days little Willow has taken to shredding things, usually it’s the mail the thought ful Postie has popped through the front door (he seems unable to re-shut the gate, mind, but that’s another story).

I arrived home yesterday and as I opened the front door to the usual symphony of excited jumping and yelping I saw the day’s mail lying untouched on the carpet.  In my head I punched the air in triumph, ‘hurrah’ I thought, ‘we’ve turned a corner’!

Not so.  This photo shows the knitted lampshade I made a few years back, only now with Willow’s creative influence (she didn’t stop there, it was pulled from the socket and legs akimbo halfway up the hall).  What you can’t see in this image is the shredded tv guide on the floor, the nibbled magazine basket and the grooming comb with a few chunks missing from the handle (I think that was racially motivated though).

So it’s off to the pet shop tomorrow for more doggie friendly things to chew and I’ll be dousing EVERYTHING else in tea tree oil to ward off bugger dogs inc.  Little buggers!!

Had I not had my iPhone stolen on a recent trip to Thailand I could have regaled you with witty travel repartee some weeks back.  But alas, alack, the photos I’d taken and the drafts I’d written in real time (ooer) on the wordpress app are now in the hands of some good-for-nuthin’ stranger.  Incidentally, I hope they trip over their ego and something unfortunate befalls them henceforth, forthwth in return. 

So while I wait for a travel insurance claim to be resolved to sort out a new phone, settle in to my new very grown-up job and continue to unpack boxes from my recent house move (yah, been ‘kinda’ busy) I have a long to do list.  It goes something like this:

  1. actually get up when my alarm goes off, the rest of the day just seems to work so much better on the rare times I do this
  2. catch up on some very ace books and mags in the pile beside my bed
  3. go to bed earlier, this will no doubt help with 1 and 2 above
  4. smash in a quality red velvet cupcake, for old time’s sake
  5. unpack and resolve the sentimental belongings in my house
  6. avoid hot cross buns, at all costs.  Anything toasted, with raisins is my undoing
  7. continue to east less sugar (pretend I didn’t say red velvet earlier) and drink less coffee
  8. find time to get back to yoga or running, preferrably both
  9. keep having a lot of laughs and wild adventures with my dogs

Well, as wild as two little dogs can manage!

 

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It took a long time, I know.  But I take the re-naming of said pooches verrrry seriously.  After consulting baby naming books, dog naming websites, reading the names in movie credits and even the street directory I have now found a new name for the other dog.

Again in a nod to her origins, it gives me great pleasure to present Miss (Vespa) Paloma nee Rosealine.  But that too is a mouthful, so for now we’ll stick to Paloma, ok? 

Hajimemashite.

2-08092009657The only supermarket in my new ‘hood has a good spattering of basic things  as well as lots of yummy things that tug at my purse strings every time I visit.  On balance I’d say it’s quite gour-mette.  The other night I only needed some potatoes to make some mash to go with my left over massaman curry.  So I thought after a play in the park with the dogs we’d swing by and grab some on the way home.  I must have stared at the vegie shelves for an age looking at every type of sprout/ stalk/ root/ herb/ bulbous thing I didn’t need while muttering what kind of bloody shop doesn’t have potatoes!!  Then I happened to notice the stand of non-refrigerated items directly adjacent to me and casually scooped up a few.  They cost me 2 bucks, which seems like a lot for just 3 very average spuds.  I think the posh dirt on them must have cost more.

2-01092009618In my mind I’ve moved on from Winter, well and truly.  I’m just waiting for Melbourne to get the memo that we are indeed now meant to have sunshine, longer daylight and most importantly, 2-01092009620warmth!  The flowers in my not-garden (read, patch of dirt under a tree) seemed to be on board and this little sweetheart popped up right on cue, front and centre on Sept 1.  What a pity my dogs decided to give their new backyard buddy what-for!

IMG_0678The other day I went to a local op shop to buy back a lot of the towels and sheets my sister had donated as I need some on hand to use for the dogs.  I didn’t see anything familiar on display and assumed they had not been processed yet but I didn’t walk away empty handed.  I managed to get a couple of towels, some fabric to protect the sofa (that the dogs shouldn’t be on anyway, but I’m loathe to get up at 3am to boot them off!), a teeny creamy handbag to go with my new leather jacket I designed and had made in Bali AND these ace ace outta space saucepans!  I love old school saucepans and now have a little one (for porridge in the mornings), a mid-sized one (for rice and noodles) and a huuuuuge one (for curries and ummm, big stuff).  Feel free to come over for a cook up anytime!

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