Lots of reading goes on in this house, largely because I am a hard arse who won't let the small people watch anything except episodes of Behind the News and only then when I can watch with them to pretend that I know what they are talking about at the dinner table. We are just about to start a bookclub. The lunatic small child is trying to talk me into a bookclub for dragons. Just what I need, a bunch of likeminded weirdos trying to set fire to their books with some heavy breathing.
Tomorrow before breakfast I will be taking an eleven year old girlchild and a nearly seven year old dragon on a charity walk for the Boundless Playground. I love that this playground is the present from Canberra's public servants to this beautiful city and its children in this centenary year. Come along if you are around, I'll be the one with the small person who has smoke issuing from her nostrils.
Some of the last fires of the season are happening now. There's a wild rumour that it will be 27 degrees next week so we are milking this little baby for all she's worth.
There's intense competition for that seat there by the fire, even the French is prepared to arm wrestle his daughters for the privilege. The smallest child has decided to fully embody fire and become a dragon.
She is the child formerly known as E. and is currently weighing the pros and cons of either Night Fury or Zippo Back.
DEEPLY in love with my new old Russian wrist watch from the 1950's. I think I paid about $30 so it's prolly no surprise that it stopped three times today. I find this somewhat lackadaisical approach to time endearing currently and very similar to my own. At some stage I will take it to a watchmaker for some gulag-style attention but for now I am happy for it to tell the time correctly a few times a day.
Spring is nearly here, hence the blossom. I am ignoring the surrounding mess right now and waiting for the Spring Clean fever to kick in. It may be some time coming! x
Taking this girl to Roller Derby tonight with the French and the other small person. We will eat meatball sandwiches, the adults will drink wine that may or may not have been smuggled in on our persons. If we are in luck the smallest might distinguish herself with a solo on the rink at half time. Hope you are having an ace weekend.x
It's important to acknowledge that i don't really know what this blog is about. At all. I discovered this while trying to categorise Rummage on Feedly. It sure as hell isn't a craft blog now. Fashion, no. Cooking, no. Deco/interiors no, unless you count innumerable photos of my coffee cup sitting on a magazine. Me whinging about my children does not maketh a 'kids' blog. At best Rummage is a bunch of random photos with the odd bit of commentary. Until now, YESSIR! This is now a 'how-to' blog, or at least for the next ten minutes. It goes like this. Get some bulbs, preferably ones that have been kicking around freezing their arses off outdoors at your local garden centre. Bring them inside and whack them in a vase. I've used shells as ballast. Fill aforementioned vase with water and shove bulbs in water just so their bottoms are wet. After wee roots start to grow don't let the water touch the bulbs (no one likes a mouldy bottom). These bulbs are tulips with bits of blossom stuck in because I am impatient. Updates soon. X
And here's what I currently look like. Just to prove that I have moved on from sparkly pants although some might argue that the hair is an 80s throw back. Mum knitted my cardy, that's her belt too (there wasn't much breathing today btw). X
That's what's known in the business as a long time between drinks. With the year of sparkly pants behind me I feel it's time to get this ramshackle show back on the road. Lots of good things in the wind, people. I can feel it in my bones. Hope you have been keeping well. X