busy bees

It's been 2 weeks since my last post, and boy has it been a busy fortnight!  Little poppet has been fighting off a summer cold this past week, so I will have to relay our happenings quickly while she naps - so much to say, so little time!

Firstly, I can't neglect to mention a fantastic play date with her bestie to a newly discovered gem - MiniQ at Questacon, you were a total winner!
The folks behind this ingenious exhibition have truly thought of everything.. From the water play centre (with bath temperature water to combat the chills), to interactive displays on magnetics/sound/motion (where the children can touch and explore freely) - the poppets were in absolute baby heaven, all their senses stimulated and curiosity peaked.
We will most definitely be making this a regular haunt, a great one for using up all that excess energy and guarantee a lengthy day sleep at the end.

Lots of new tricks learnt by Tils this past couple of weeks too - most notably, Little Miss has mastered the walk! And it is THE cutest thing her Dad and I have seen to date - the wobbly steps with arms raised for balance, her cheeky smile as she proudly demonstrates her new swagger.  I honestly can't get enough of it - and neither can she apparently..a good part of the day now spent doing simple laps of the house, the joy of simply walking enough to keep her happily occupied for what seems like hours at a time. 
It has increased the stealth factor though I have to say - not only much faster than crawling, but without the tell-tale sound of knees shuffling across carpet, she's been able to reach those forbidden corners on several occasions unnoticed, much to her delight. 
It'll really be game on when that walk turns in to a run, fingers crossed a couple more weeks yet!

And some exciting news for me this past week also... After an impromptu visit to a beautiful and admired local shop, I was very lucky to be offered the opportunity to put my Florist hat back on for a few hours each week.
I was a full-time Florist before becoming pregnant, something I really loved, but have to give up temporarily due to all the heavy lifting involved in the job.
I won't lie, I was very nervous before arriving at my first shift on the weekend - worried it had been too long, that I'd be clumsy and awkward.  But to my great relief, it all came flooding back so naturally - and it was so lovely.  Lovely to be working with my hands again, doing something creative and organic.  Lovely to be surrounded by beautiful things and smells.  Lovely to be experiencing a slice of the me I was before I became a Mama.
And what I mean by that is, that whilst being a Mum is most definitely the best thing I have ever done, and brings me more joy than I ever thought possible - it feels good to take time out, and thrive in doing something just for me, something unique to me.

Yep, it's definitely happy days around these parts of late - with end of year celebrations and preparations beginning to gear up, it's assured to be the best Summer yet!

sunny days

 

We have been taking it pretty easy around these parts the past couple of weeks.  With the new house almost all unpacked now (I can't bring myself to sort those last few boxes stacked in the corner, they can wait), we've been making the most of quiet days close to home, exploring the area and enjoying the novelty of fresh surroundings.

With the weather finally starting to warm up, it's been lovely to laze about in the sunshine, delighting in simple rituals like watering the pot plants, or even hanging the washing on the line.  Tilly has become quite the little helper, easily excited by the task of handing me the pegs or gathering up the piles of swept leaves.  Being outside pottering in the garden is a whole new World of games for her, and I'm loving sitting back and observing her discover things for the first time.  Visiting parrots are welcomed with squeals of delight, and nothing sparks her curiosity more than a trail of ants going about their business across the courtyard.

Water has also become a source of great happiness this past week - whether from the muddy waters of a freshly drenched flower pot, the dog's water bowl she will just not stay away from(!), or a playful paddle with her bestie.  Think we will have to invest in a little pool of her own, as these two had a blast splashing about this morning - the perfect distraction when teething woes set in. 

This little pair have really grown quite fond of each other - Saskia always greeted with a hilarious and exuberant 'fist pump', a reaction so far reserved only for her.  Play dates with her little pal are often the highlight of our week - seeing the constant changes in how these two interact is so fascinating, as they master new tricks, continually learning from each other.  They chatter animatedly, share toys openly (for the most part!) and play follow-the-leader around and around and around...While Tilly hasn't quite mastered walking on her own yet, I am bracing myself for when she does - these two will be unstoppable on two legs.  They can be very stealthy when they want to, sudden quietness always a sign they have succeeded in reaching the forbidden stairwell or tempting power points.  As a Team they are quite the crafty pair!

As Tils becomes more mobile each day, I am dreaming of a fun-filled Summer ahead.  Picnics in the park, her first dip in the ocean perhaps, and evening strolls round our neighbourhood enjoying those extra precious hours of sunlight.. It's set to be a beauty, I can't wait.

New Digs

We have emerged from the whirlwind of moving...definitely looking a little worse for wear, our relationship tested to the utmost... we survived the week, but just barely. 

But I want to leave all that behind and focus on the happy ending - our heavenly, peaceful, very-own-Home! 

Although the spare bedroom remains full to the brim with unpacked boxes, it feels wonderful.  Tilly is exploring the new digs with gusto - she actually took her first steps across the lounge room floor the morning after we moved in! 
Mia, our beloved Schnoodle, seems content patrolling the courtyards, fascinated by the King Parrots that come to visit each day at dusk.  Fantastic pathways that wind through the spaghetti streets of our Hill are also proving a hit with the pooch - she can run along ahead off lead much to her delight, while we three mosey behind, snooping at other people's gardens and homes.

It is such a cosy little abode, surrounded by a beautiful canopy of trees - banksias, gums and elms cocoon us from neighbouring houses and roads, creating the peaceful little oasis we have sought for so long.

We have plans for a BBQ, twinkle lights and citronella lanterns to complete the scene - a summer ahead of family and friends who are all well overdue our hospitality!  Living in a rental without a working oven or a usable outdoor space has meant we've seriously been lacking in the entertaining department.

After only a few short days I've already discovered some lovely quirks and favourite corners - the sunny balcony nestled amongst the trees will be perfect for quiet cuppas while Tilly naps; heavenly bathing in our ensuite under the mammoth shower head, water like soft, warm rain on your skin; potted herbs kindly left behind by the previous owners, an instant harvest inspiring me to cook again; the before-mentioned walkways that weave through our neighbourhood, leading to playgrounds and grassy knolls for Tilly to explore. 

Yes, she has many charms already this new little space of ours - we are settling in just fine...

Treasure Hunting

Amidst all the madness of moving preparations, I am managing to have some fun hunting for treasure - seeking out special little treats for upcoming celebrations and gifts.

I recently signed up for this Advent Swap, and am delighting in the mission to collect a mix of bought, thrifted and hand-made goodies for my swap partner. 

There is something really quite lovely about preparing a package of surprises for a complete stranger - it calls for extra thought and imagination when selecting or creating each daily treat.  When you can't visualise the kitchen windowsill a little ornament might rest upon, or be familiar with the receiver's daily rituals or routines, it adds an extra sense of intrigue when dreaming up my shopping list.  I am loving it!

Tomorrow is also the 1st Birthday of a very special little lady - and Tilly's bestie.  Such a milestone this turning 1 business (for bubba and parents), calling for a few special mementos, wrapped up with lots of love*.  After a little road-testing with Matilda, I am happy that Birthday Girl will approve.

Lastly, there is also a secret gifting mission underway for another dear friend - but I can't speak too much about that, as little birdies might give it all away!!

Needless to say I am in shopping/thrifting/crafting heaven right now - feeling very smug at the current present seeking genius at play.  The only hard part is the agonising wait until I can actually hand them all over, and receive that wonderful reward of delight spread across some very deserving faces.

*I say wrapped with love, however it was really wrapped with recyclables - I stupidly packed all my supplies prematurely for the move! Sorry Little One!

Preparations...

We have a lot to do over the next 2 weeks... fragiles need to be wrapped, boxes need to be filled, and surfaces need to be scrubbed.

It's been a long wait, but we are finally preparing to make the move in to a home of our very own - a cosy little abode that ticked all the boxes, and felt like home the instant we first visited.

So this week will see me de-cluttering, donating and packing up all our bits and bobs - making my way through each cupboard and drawer carefully, the ritual cleanse of each prior move.
It always feels good to shed the excess, and makes unpacking at the other end all the more tolerable. I actually find the methodical rhythm of packing itself quite enjoyable, calming...this time though, I will have a curious and determined Toddler hovering around my ankles, who will no doubt attempt to unpack boxes as quickly as I fill them.

The added horror that is vacating a rental though, is the dreaded final clean before inspection - when you are so exhausted from the move itself, but have to return to the empty nest and dust out every nook and cranny.
We are neat people the Boy and I, but the house is old and the yard is wild, so we are bracing ourselves for a mammoth task ahead - and what is sure to be a painfully tedious inspection with the Agent, who to date seems insistent on making the whole process as inconvenient as possible.

When moments of fatigue and frustration appear, I will just have to remind myself to pause, take a deep breath, and look toward the golden prize waiting at the other end - Home. 
I already have a few little projects dreamt up for the new space - plans for making our mark.  There will be trips to Pialligo for Jasmine, Bunnings for sample pots  - and what better reason to visit the new Ikea @ Tempe?! 
I'm also really looking forward to setting up Tilly's nursery all over again - being able to hang pictures exactly where I want them (as opposed to wherever the previous tenant had already nailed the wall), erect some shelves and finally string some twinkle lights to keep her company in the dark.  Possibilities, possibilities...

Yes, lots to look forward to once the Big Move is done.

Wish me luck!

a little bit of magic...

Weekend before last, my wonderful Mum took my sister, Matilda and I on a little day trip - an expedition in to the countryside, to invest in some quality Christmas decorations for the upcoming festive season.

My Mum has always been big on Christmas - not only being extremely generous in the gifting department, but on all the magic and whimsy that comes with it.  For as long as I can remember, it has always the tradition to watch Carols by Candlelight together as a family on Christmas Eve - we light the candles, cosy up the couch and munch on a feast of naughty treats, enjoying each others company and the merriment of the show.  Even as a child, Christmas Eve was my favourite part - no doubt because of all those special and loving touches Mum would create, building excitement and wonder at what lay ahead the coming morning. We were spoilt rotten that is for sure...

This year, Mum is determined to ensure that sense of Christmas magic and tradition is passed on to her grandchildren - so she bustled us up in the car, and we set off to her favourite destination for all things Christmassy...Christmas Barn - located in the small, country town of Bredbo, a leisurely 45 minute drive from Canberra toward Cooma.

I must admit, I was sceptical setting out - the name Christmas Barn conjured up images of flashing neon lights, nasty spray-on snow, and gaudy decorations on mass...I was expecting racks of cheap and garish ornaments, and bargain bins of baubles - predicted I would be digging through mounds of tinsel, trying to find something unoffensive to take home and awkwardly display.

I could not have been more wrong.

What I found was nothing short of spectacular.  Truly - this place was magical, like nothing I had ever seen before...here in Australia, that is.
From the moment I entered the doors, basket in hand, I was absolutely blown away - and the expression of wonder on Matilda's face was just priceless.

The exceptionally clever people at Christmas Barn have worked wonders in that shop - displaying the ornate decorations in colour-schemed sections, or by theme - woodland creatures, lolly-land, white Christmas... Every available space was utilised - over-sized baubles dangled from the ceilings, the branches of every tree heavy with exquisitely detailed ornaments - and not a shred of tinsel in sight!

I went in desiring simple, neutral decos - nothing too bright or fancy.  I walked out with a basket of glitter - and I was tickled pink, just like a child on Christmas morning.

We spent over an hour perusing the displays, and carefully selecting pieces from the amazing collection - Matilda all the while sitting back in the pram, her eyes exploring each and every surface in amazement.

This is such a special place, it really is - and I fully intend to go back again before it gets too busy.. this time just for a peek, to see Matilda marvel at all that magic once more.

what's in a name?

When I decided to start up this little space, I must admit, picking a name really stumped me for a time...Choosing a title that not only depicts what my musings will be about, is true to me and my world, and has a cute, catchy ring to it - but also hasn't been nabbed by someone else already!!!

So I thought about it, and decided that honesty really is the best policy...

One of my dearest friends, many years ago, affectionately gave me the nickname of Bubble Girl.  This was her way of summing up the fact that I am an eternal optimist - a hopeless romantic who lives in a shiny bubble, where there are only happy endings and sunny thoughts.

At first I found this personal analysis a little insulting, as I took it to mean I was totally naive - silly even. When I was younger, my dearest friends sometimes sheltered me from controversial news, fearing I just wouldn't be able to handle it - that my perceived child-like sensitivity would be quashed.  This was hurtful at the time, frustrating that those who new me best thought I was incapable of processing some of life's more ugly obstacles.

Now that I am older, I know better... I embrace the idealist within, and feel lucky even that my natural instinct is to discard the what if worries, and skip straight to imagining those delicious possibilities.  Ignorance really is bliss most of the time.

Don't get me wrong, this doesn't mean that I am totally unconcerned by the struggles of loved ones, or the many injustices in the World, or my own inadequacies - quite the opposite in fact.  It is more about choosing to focus on things that are going well in my life, and spending less time agonising over those inevitably frustrating bumps in the road we all have to endure from time to time.

More often than not this works for me, despite the fact that I am married to a devoted pessimist, the King of Worry Town.  Such a combination can be very challenging at times, polar opposites are we in so many ways.  No doubt we manage to happily co-exist by balancing each others reactions, reeling the other in when one gets a little too far ahead.

I do hope that my daughter inherits the positivity gene from me, as I believe that happy kids make for confident kids.  I hope she is a Dreamer, a Hopeless Romantic, an Unyielding Optimist - for even though things might not always work out like she'd hoped, at least her days will be sunnier along the way.

(photo taken in Selcuk, Turkey - the dreamiest sunset, shared with The Boy and She who calls me Bubble Girl back in 2006, on the adventure of a lifetime)