Veronica

My aunt had breast cancer.
She was sick for a very long time,  and never complained, even when you could see the pain on her face.
She fought hard, even when she probably didn't want to.
She was tired and sick of being sick, but she kept on going for one reason or another.
Then suddenly she decided enough was enough, and when she made that decision, she was gone within a week.

She was very beautiful and very small.
Only 5ft tall with size 5 feet.
She had a wicked sense of humour and was wonderfully open minded and non-judgemental.
She loved her family and did everything she could for them.
She was the first one there for us when my father (her brother) died suddenly.
Her first thoughts were never for herself.
Her presence in life was quiet and strong, and is still felt now even though her body is gone.

I love you

Mission Accomplished

You all know don't you, that it's one thing to be motivated around like minded people and begin a project (no matter how small). But it is not always a given that the project will reach it's final vision. It's creative end.

Well, not only was my small project completed following my Brown Owls meeting last sunday. It was completed the very same day. Who knew i had it in me!

Wibble Wobble

The problem with letting your 3 year old watch Playschool is that they will, of course, want to do, make, cook etc everything they see.

Todays pleading look with begging at 2 minute intervals was for blue jelly. So blue jelly we did.

I have never seen a blueberry this colour mind you! I am drawn to it though, in a disco, lurexy, Amii Stewart kind of way. However, i'm sure this particular shade of blue does not exist in nature.

Anyway, back to the action. The next inevitable whinge that goes hand in hand with jelly making is "But i want it now". The concept of 4hrs in the fridge is not relevant when you're 3. "OK, 1 2 3 4, now can i have some?" "No, that was 4 seconds not 4 hours, it will be ready in the afternoon."

So the joy of jelly making goes out the window and i wonder why i bothered, until the next time i give in of course.

Music to bliss out by

This is my new favourite song, you need to play it LOUD and feel it pulsating right through you!!!

David Guetta: Titanium

Where did the last 60 years go?

I got my hair cut last week.
I do it every year or two, going from long to short, a major change.
This time it's a very short concave bob. A bit 80's esque. And i love it, it's very me.

But yesterday i was catapulted back about 60 years.
I don't expect everybody, or anybody in fact, to love it like i do. (even though it is a bit fab). But in my 40's i didn't expect one comment to slap me square in my feminist face.

"What does your husband think? I bet he prefers it long. My husband would divorce me if i cut my hair short. Don't get me wrong, i think it's nice."

"Who gives a shit what my husband thinks." (and your husband should divorce you for using his brain instead of your own in conversations he is not involved in.)

I said the first part, not the second to her.

suffragettes

Then all of a sudden i found myself wondering whether it was her or me that had been living in a cave my entire life. Is she oblivious to the equality of the sexes and freedom of expression or am i blind to the struggle to keep these issues relevant.

Maybe it isn't a question of feminism, maybe it is just me.

I have always just done what i want, when i want, when it comes to the way i express myself. I don't feel a need to consult with anyone else on that front, and i encourage others to do the same.

Isn't that what so many have struggled for, for so many years. So that i don't have to worry/think about that. So that being myself is a given.

enjoying a good bra burn

Maybe it's time i stopped sitting back and enjoying the achievements of my bra burning sisters and get back in the fight, because this week i learned that it is far from over.

Make me smile

I just love it when i get my Craftzine email, it is always full of the wild and the wonderful from all over the world. It's like going to the international art gallery in the sky. It always makes me smile.

Words and Pictures : Warm

Pip over at meet me at mikes has a meme going on, and the theme of the meme (that is the meme's theme) is "warm". But enough silly behaviour, this is serious!

According to The free dictionary, warm is defined as, "having or producing a comfortable and agreeable degree of heat". So it's official, i am not warm, i am bloody hot!!! I am sure there will be a few Perth based bloggers who will have a slightly different take on this theme. It is difficult for us to say the word 'warm' at the moment and not jump to replace it with, 'hot, stinking hot, melting, surface of the sun' or something similar. Starting today we have yet another run of 38, 39, 38 etc etc degrees. We are now in our 4th month of 'crazy heat' summer, and my 3 year old wants to know, "when it will snow here like on Charlie and Lola".

Whenever my politically incorrect father used to see Japanese tourists in Perth during the summer, he always used to joke and say they were, "taking photos of the heat". So here is my photo of the heat!

Chin up people of Perth, it's nearly over for another year!