my favourite read

This is by far, my most favourite magazine for many years. It comes out quarterly and I seriously read it for 3 months; picking it up and reading it at random (it is very heavy in content). Always interesting, always inspiring.

If I can't get there (yet), I might as well read all about it. And keep dreaming.

x

my husband / the perfectionist

d i n n e r t o n i g h t

t h e e n d

randomness / child-rearing

/ Knitting has become my saving grace. It's the short moments between JB's sleep that I get to go into the rhythm of knits and purls, to stop myself obsessing about my child.

// My sister calls me a 'helicopter mama'. I guess I am, although I'm consciously trying to stop jumping 10 feet everytime JB lets out a fart.

/// My beloved is obessessed about my health. I've just realised he leaves out a vitamin for me every single morning so that I see it... and that I may remember to eat it. And here I thought they just appeared everytime I turned around.

//// I love being a mother more than I thought I would - eventhough sometimes I have no idea what I'm doing, whether I'm doing it right, eventhough all my relationships have/are changing. I need to find a place where everything starts to fit again.

p/s: C's shrug is coming along quick fast!

xx

Quintessential Melbourne

Friday/ Into the city to do some birthday shopping, into the City Library to get a new card and borrowed this book. Ingenious! Why didn't I think of borrowing knitting books instead of agonising over whether to buy them or not. As they are mainly published in the US, by the time they arrive in Melbourne, they're exorbitant. And sometimes, all I want to do is have a good perv. But I've never managed to feel comfortable doing that in a bookshop. You know, ruin the spine of a book and then not buy it.

Takeaway coffee + a blueberry muffin/ $5.50. Reminds me so much of my time at uni. Only now I have a baby strapped at the front of me, and people are friendlier (it's the kid).

p/s: One of those non-sleeping days for JB. Plus lots of crying. Joy joy!!

Muso

I think everyone who's been within my vicinity the last couple of years know I absolutely love Ben Lee, the musician. He's that quirky, curly-haired man-kid who looks more 17 than 30. Well, anyway, I fell in love with Ben's music after he discovered his spirituality. The music he made after that speaks to me, about me. As one article I read yesterday said, and I quote, "Ben loves an epiphany". I discovered that I loved that too, only Ben articulates it alot better.

I got married to my beloved with Ben singing "Love Me Like The World Is Ending", I dance endlessly with JB to Ben's "Awake Is The New Sleep" album; perhaps secretly hoping that JB would filter all that into his subconsious. Like gambling everything for love, waiting for life to begin, being open-hearted, learning to give joy. Ultimately that's what Ben is singing about - giving joy. And I read yesterday that he's recently gotten married too, how lovely!

His new album Rebirth of Venus is out on February 10 '09. I cannot wait.

word up

So I have a wonderful friend who writes me mail. Yes, handwritten mail, signed, sealed & delivered. And to this date, I've written two back to her - one of which got lost in the post (damn you POS Laju!), and the other written to her during my honeymoon (this sounds surrepticiously like cheating doesn't it? :) ). My beloved doesn't mind, in fact, he might even be a little excited *grin* Anyway, that letter is still sitting on my top drawer. Now that I have a return address, I am finally posting it. And hope it doesn't get lost again.

So this is my response to you, my dear friend. Thank you/un millón de gracias... not just for the effort, but mainly for thinking of me. It's nice to be thought of. I think of you often too, you will just have to believe me.

(This is not a reply, mainly a big thank you - longwinded mail in scrawly handwriting will ensue with earnest!).

xx

a good day

I had a fantastic day on Friday! Yes, it's Sunday, but I still think about that day when JB slept in his bassinet between all his feeds. THe only downside is he only sleeps 2.5 hour stints 'cos it's so stinking HOT!!!! 43 degree days consecutively for three days. I want to slap those people who deny global warming is not happening. Grr!! Meanwhile, the northern hemisphere is freezing their butts off!!!

So... what did I do whilst JB was asleep? Me, at home, on a weekday with not much "work" to do? I made myself a nice lunch of ham and cheese, rearranged some furniture (see last post), and did some ironing.

Almost a desperate housewife... minus the desperate. Maybe I get slightly desperate to speak to someone by 5pm, but that's to be expected I guess.

Consciously trying to make some headway into knitting C's shrug, in time for her birthday. 18 days to go... arrgh, no pressure.

xx