Thursday, May 27, 2010
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
©2010 Philippa Vette
Monday, May 24, 2010
Mornings were met with strong opposition to wearing suitable winter clothing from a certain 3 year old and breakfast time presented 'issues' over there being "nothing to eat" despite Big Mama being stocked to the hilt. This child who normally shovells his food into the gaping hole we believe is his mouth, had suddenly become anti-cereal and anti-toast and wanted me to cook a meal. Aint gonna happen, sunshine.
Requests for money, clean sports socks and AWOL library books were yelled through the house, usually when I announced five minutes to departure. When I finally got into the bathroom and was attempting to tame my hair so people wouldn't stare and point or fall on the floor laughing, a fight would break out. Body slams, wrestling and highly-skilled elbow-digging manoeuvres were popular, although immdeiately followed by shouts of, "Mum, get Caylee off me!"
If I could just get them out the door and off to school before I blew a gasket, I'd survive the day. Visions of me slowing down outside the school and hurling them out the car door with, "Love you - see you after school," flashed pleasurably through my mind. Hey! Don't judge. I said I'd slow down! What kind of mother do you think I am?
By the time the car was vacated, I felt exhausted. Usually then I'd have to race to work and be nice. Hence, my attitude had got a little out of hand and needed to be 'tweaked'.
After a little 'quiet time' and re-adjustment, I re-approached life. I discovered I'd sailed through events I envisioned would be arduous, I found size 3 tights which were adored, making dressing a breeze, I kept left-overs for the gourmet 'eating-machine' and came up with a great remedy for the disorganised teen: FIND IT THE NIGHT BEFORE OR FACE THE CONSEQUENCES. Even the brawling has stopped. (That may not last...)
One thing is certain; if our attitude is not right, it has the ability to block and hinder valuable insight, direction and opportunity simply because we get so wrapped up in ourselves and the drama of our little world (also known as a pity party) that we simply don't see golden opportunities when they come our way.
Available soon: ATTITUDE card and matching framed print.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Stallholder, Tom knows all there is to know about the Tupperware obsession many people have had over the years. He even has collector pieces from the 1950's.
It was an absolute delight meeting Tom and equally delightful perusing his timeless Tupperware.
Chandler Markets are open on Sundays from 6am - 1pm.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Thursday, May 6, 2010
I said, "My mum has taught me, who you are as a person is more important than what you do because the kind of person you are filters through everything you do. Mum once cut my fringe so crooked she had to keep trimming it to even it up. It ended up being so short I never let her do it again. My mum still makes the best apple shortcake and she makes it everytime we go home to visit. I admire her because she gives me room to make mistakes in parenting but is always available when I need her near. I whole-heartedly wish I could see her more than once a year. (No, she's not in prison, she lives in another country!)"
"My mum is pretty amazing, leaving her friends, life, family and work on the otherside of the world to give me better opportunities in life. I will always be appreciative of that. At 58 my mum decided she wanted a new career, studied IT and web and at 61 is now working in a dynamic web team updating websites, coding, negotiating with clients and being all round awesome. I'm so proud of my mum and love her dearly." Lauren, Brisbane.
Now that I'm a Mother I appreciate so much more what my Mother did for me. So much was taken for granted at the time. Now I apprciate all the times she sacrificed her time and energy or the chance of a quite cuppa to help me with something. I hope I can develop many of her wonderful qualities of Motherhood and make a wicked raspberry jam as well. The special memories last a lifetime. Helen, Darwin NT (My big Sis.)
I'll keep posting your tributes as you send them through so keep checking back.
Passing through the Home Decor department, aisles of vibrant autumn colours caught my eye. Remembering my frumpy, bland cushions at home and seeing the red SALE signs beckoning everywhere, I couldn't help but take a closer look.
"I think what I need is a total room makeover!" I said, randomly. She had to hear me because she was standing right next to me. She threw her head back and laughed. "Tell me about it!" she replied. With a response like that, there had to be more to her story. I was intrigued.
"I love these," I said, pointing to her Aladdin's cave of trolley treasure. She had neutrals with a splash of red, small rectangle cushions of pleated pleasure, next to shiny dual-toned chargrilled reds with ruffles that would satisfy even Jeannie Little. (Iconic Aussie woman who wore clothing fashioned out of plastic supermarket bags to a black tie event - bananas - love it!) But my favourite had to be the fluffy white number. It looked like a scruffy, unclipped Maltese Terrier. I half expected it to leap out of her trolley and race away yapping!
"I know what would happen to that one at my place," I announced, pointing to the shiny, ruffled cushion. "It would get kicked from one end of the house to the other until all the frilly bits flew off it!"
"You've got boys too?" she replied. A-ha! Something in common. We discussed ages and sporting obsessions then returned our attention to the matter at hand.
"And that one," I said, pointing to the Maltese, "I'd be vacuuming up bits of that for months!" She laughed but I could tell something on the inside registered. Those darling cushions were going to be destroyed by her very precious and very active eight and six year old boys. Her four-year-old daughter would probably take a liking to the Maltese, brush it regularly and give it a name.
"But they're gorgeous!" I reassured. "And sometimes you should buy 'gorgeous' simply because they make you feel happy just looking at them." She relaxed. She admitted she had considered their practicality. Don't talk to me about practical, sister - I'm married to Mr Practical! After all these years, he now accepts that I will choose the side-by-side refrigerator with the smoothe handles over the chunky ones because it's prettier.
Dilemmas and Deficits
"It's hard to find some that are the same tone," she murmured. I nodded and sympathised. It was clear just by looking in her trolley, she knew a thing or two about style. I had much to learn. Teach me Obi Wan. I, on the other hand was still stuck with beige. Call it latte or cappucino but really beige is still beige.
I picked up two with autumn highlights and looked for her approval but she polietly informed me they were different tones. D-oh! Why couldn't I see that? When you're born without the home decorating gene - it's an uphill battle.
Go You Good Thing!
With the birthday present all sorted very quickly (see, that I can do!) I made my way towards the front of the store to pay. That's when I'm sure I heard a voice, "Just choose something!" It was Mr Practical's voice. We're so intune he must've felt my frustration all the way at work. It was time to stop being indecisive. The worst thing that could happen would be to get the cushions home and they didn't look good. I had a receipt - I could return them. Yeah, go girl!
I marched back into the cushion aisle, picked up two, compared, fluffed and stuffed them back and picked up two more. I'm happy to say, I left with not one or two, but four new cushions. I took them home, plonked them on the sofa and ... I liked them! With renewed confidence as an interior designer, I went to another store and bought two more. Woot! I was on a role.
A short speech was delivered to the children after school, consequences were outlined and I'm happy to report that only once have I seen the cushions sprawled all over the floor and only once did I have to intercept a flying rectangular beige and red flying missile. (I went crazy and added colour.) The only problem now is: nothing goes with the curtains!