Sugar and Spice, and Everything Nice

Unfortunately I have fallen victim to the silly season... in a festive way that is!

In honour of St Nic and Jesus's birthday I'm having a dinner party with all the ladies. I'm hoping it turns out to be a fine affair. Which woman doesn't secretly like dressing up and being a 1950's domestic goddess? So I get to express my full seasonal flair through roast lamb with fresh 'erbs from our own garden, Christmas pudding +/- brandy custard, fine wine and classy music. We all love dressing up all nice and special like, and us girls haven't done anything stylish in a looooong time so I jumped on the opportunity.

Apparently the boys are revolting and designing their own cheery evening involving Cuban cigars and exotic beer. I think it's more along the lines of chips, Carlton draught and a night in front of the Wii. 

I'm sure their night's not going to be a severe as that, but it's not hard to imagine :D Ah, I love the kids.

- xx

Images courtesy of artists from deviantart

How's The Serenity?

Ah, The Castle. The very stereotypical and surprisingly uncommon Australian family.

But unfortunately today I'm not brushing on the rissoles or that fishing can be divided into 10% brains, 95% muscle and the rest good luck. I'm leaning more towards the serenity.

I was sitting at my newly arranged desk, surrounded by trinkets, tea and tasty treats, leaning back on my red leather chair when I said quietly to myself, "Ah, the serenity."

While I have the whole room to myself, the comfortable bed and overspilling bookcase, I reckon if I had to sit, work or be confined to one spot, it would be that crowded little desk. It's where I've toiled over mathematical, scientific, literary and historical feats, where I've let my creativity flow in my sketch book and through the words of my new novel. This, I concluded, is where I'm at my best.

And all the little nick-nacks scattered on its ordinary surface paint my life. It's in the shape of a bright money tin, a growing stack of cd's, discarded wrapping of a precious tea cup, a plateful of ribbons, jewellery and buttons, a jar filled with sweets and my overly-zealous sketching mannequin.

This, my friends, is my life, structured upon this insignificant table that somehow means the world to little me.

- xx

They may not be the best quality photos, but they're mine.

We Make A Grand Salute

My friend posted an interesting question on her blog recently. She asked us what we were passionate about, and as I clicked to answer I had to pause and think. 

Sure, I love some things, but I couldn't really put my finger on what I was passionate towards. For me passion is about something that I can get so fervently caught up in that I don't emerge for some time.  A feeling on something or someone that I can't seem to justify, that just takes me on a wild, exciting, frightening, loud, tumbling ride, full of- well- passion. 

Only when I was listening to music (all great things come with music) did I recognise the things that stir that kind of feeling in me.

I open in the sun. I dance with the rain. I get caught in the undertow of colours. I become entangled in love. I breathe for those rare funny moments. I feel a zest with every morning and a calm at every night.

No day is worth not waking up for.

 

Now I sound all airy-fairy... but not a truer word was spoken.

- xx

Images courtesy of various artists from deviantart.

With Love From Lindorff, Stuttgart

Sometimes don't you just wish you could be talented at something?

At our house we have this old piano, it's been in our family two generations, so that'd make it Grandma's. Upright, made of beautiful wood and gold detailing it stands tall and never gets played. It's out of tune, dusty and thoroughly over loved but it just sits there with chipped keys and creaking pedals. 

And I so wish I knew how to play piano.

- xx

The Answer To Love, Life and Everything

What is 'romantic'? I want you to think of it. Look it up, see what it actually means, and what it actually means to you.

I know what it means to me.

- xx