Tuesday, May 26, 2009

May, the month of birthdays...

Paloma enjoyed her happy birthday song...which was just before she shut down when she realised all eyes were on her. Deane blew out her candles while she attempted to hide behind her hair. My baby is four years old. I was talking and smiling at her today and she pointed to my eyes and laughingly told me I had whiskers. I told her the correct name for them was crows feet.
My crows feet seem more pronounced....I think they feel deeper and more whiskery as I too celebrated my birthday. Mr Drew took wing to Sydney, so I booked a babysitter for two nights running, and went out. Then I held a sleep over party at my house. All four older kids stayed the night at friends places, which only left me with the four year old. Men were not invited. Most of my friends came to the party and wore their pyjamas. Lots of flannelet, thermals, one lumberjack shirt and a few silk pieces. I baked a New York cheesecake, domestic goddess that I am. I bought a vegan raspberry chocolate cake...OMG! So so yummy. A friend made a gluten free choc brownie and there was a superb apple crumble....something for everyone. We ate lots of home made pizza washed down with cosmopolitans made by a special woman who loves them....(vodka, grand mariner..{gosh not sure of the spelling but the liquor with the hint of orange.}..and lime and cranberry juice). The night ended about four the next morning with three friends actually sleeping over.
This coming weekend, Rosie is having her tenth birthday. She is also having a sleepover but she wont be having any cosmopolitans.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Winter sport, winter gardens, winter food...tis May...











I love eggplant/aubergine. This week we have had it in every meal. I found a very old recipe, Aubergines with parsley and garlic, which was stunning...I thought so anyway..but i ended up with rather a lot for myself as the kids were not fans....errr..neither was Mr Drew. Tonight I cooked up a curry, based of course on eggplant. Yummo....I have not been eating enough raw food...the cold weather hits and all I want is hot!hot!hot!.


As for winter and my garden! Well, I pulled withered tomato plants, wild pumpkin and used up old beans...I then weeded a tad and piled a complete load of compost..(I had made...) on the bare-ish earth. I left it for a few days to settle, then planted silver beet, cabbage, coriander, spinach, and leek. I left some pumpkin plant in to do it's thang too. So the garden is wintered and doing quite well. It even survived the hail storm of yesterday...


The kids first day of winter sport was not as stressful as I was fretting about. I took Rose to her hockey game at 7.30 for an 8am start. It was flippin' cold. She plays on a wet turf, so we trudged in the freezing cold through the sprinkler mist. I could see the poor skinny kid icing up as she played. We returned home in time to eat, (remember that cold=eat) and then I took Harry and Drew to their respective soccer games which were (happily for me) in exactly the same venue and the same time. Their playing fields were next to each other, so I parked my frozen butt on a park bench, smack in the middle and watched. I definitely was a 'happy peaceful soccer mom'. Deane took Izzy to her hockey game,and dragged Paloma along to watch.

Paloma does not do sport on a Saturday, thank god!. She did however, get her first badge for gymnastics, and her very first certificate. She was so proud and of course so was I.

Oh...it's mothers day this Sunday. I have left a note in the diary for my darling family detailing exactly what I want for a present. I have even told them where to get it and how much it is...no-one has acknowledged the note yet. I will write further on this. My kids are going to show appreciation for me even if I have to force them into it! ha!...(she says through gritted teeth..)


Saturday, May 2, 2009

How I take control of my life.....











I decided to organise our house. The mess was inhibiting my creative freedom, thus I have not painted for a few months and I am being exceedingly crabby. I started with dragging the old orange wardrobey thingy into the middle of the kitchen area, sanding it down and painting it a clean greeny white. Oh, before painting it I emptied its contents onto the detested blue couch (contents being my art supplies..yes my 'studio' is a cupboard). Once the cupboardy thing was dry, I dragged it into the main bedroom. I told the sweet husband that this was now his, and instead of leaving clothing on the window seat (etc) they could go in the 'new' robe. He has far too many clothes.


My next step in 'taking control of my life', was to empty the 'coat 'robe', which is conveniently next to the front door. The 'coat robe' grows tools, nuts, bolts, paper, kids stuff, broken stuff etc. The 'stuff' was expanding out wards towards the lounge. So, I bagged (and bagged and bagged) the tools etc and put them all outside in sweet husbands little workshop. I threw out rubbish and made a list of all the broken things that I put upstairs in the exploding attic...(the attic is a job I intend to conquer within the year). Then, I moved my art supplies into the coat robe which is now named...'my studio'. It's tidy anyhow. A note about the 'studio-proper', Mr Drew finally slipped the digger down the scary slope and has dug out the space where it will be. We have bought the piles and so I have hope I will be working within the year. I need to paint and D and the kids are realising this swiftly as I have started doing their art homework for them, taking joy in painting up boxes...I wont let them help me. They take it to school and I wait eagerly to see what mark I get out of ten. I hope for a sticker. Desperate times.


My next mission was to buy 6 foolscap filing box's. I have filed so far 5 loads of paper shite into said box's from our big ugly 2 drawer filing cabinet and the uglier three drawer plastic filing drawers. They are awaiting the big trip attic-ward, while the plastic filing drawer's are awaiting a trip to the dump. House-wise, this is where I am at, this moment. It is helping my head space...


On a different note, while in Nelson, I ran around an op shop and bought this lovely orange cookie jar. I love it, it is glass and stands about 40cm. I am being positive and believing that the lid is not going to be smashed to millions of tiny pieces by anyone of 5 eager children.

On my 'taking control of my life' quest, I actually went to the hairdresser and she coloured my hair for me. I am very happy with it. I look fabulously natural. I had not coloured my hair at a hairdressers for six years. Thus the stained hands and crap tiger hair.