{This Moment} Friday 18/2/2011

{this moment} – A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

Inspired by Soulemama
If you are also inspired by Soulemama and have your own moment, i’d love to see it! Leave a link in my comments field if you feel so inclined. 🙂


Tease!

I’m working on a little dolly from the patterning genius of Blinking Flights. Unfortunately I can’t see on her current blog where her patterns are situated but I found it in an old copy of Notebook Magazine. The sadly no longer printed Notebook Magazine. 😦 I think the articles are still located on their website.

Here’s a sneak peek-

 

The pattern of the little face and the felt made one are visible in the basket, as well as half a leg here etc. The big blue thing is her head which i’m stitching all by hand. Don’t get more handmade than that!

If this little lady is a success I might attempt my own pattern. Attempt I say. Attempt!

I can only hope that my future pattern will be as easy to follow as Blinking Flights‘!


Cuddle Time

My new favourite time of the day.

Somehow over the last fortnight, Little Sisi, Squashy and I seem to have found a small pocket of time each day for ‘Cuddle Time’.

Sometimes 7 month old Squashy is napping, so we go and lay on top of our big bed, or on the couch to chat and cuddle and push each other over. Sometimes the bed is a boat where Leesa the Cavoodle circles around underneath. She is one of those dogs who chases their tail, digs, chews (every dog character cliche) so it’s not hard to catch the fish with the towel-robe cord.

When Squashy joins in he mostly latches onto our hair as it flutters into his grabbers. Even Little Sisi isn’t very surprised by it anymore, and patiently removes the strands as painlessly as she can.

I know that cuddle time won’t last forever, and she’ll find me old and boring and (most horribly) a complete embarrassment someday. In the beginning, middle and end, who needs to be thinking about ‘then’?

 

I’ll say it again…. I need a better camera!


{This Moment}

{this moment} – A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

Though it be on a Saturday this week. Inspired by the most beautiful blog ::Soulemama::


Ratbag!

People have often asked me as Little Sisi wanders past swishing her favourite skirt, looking more camellia than child- Where did I get that amazing tutu?

Here’s the answer Princess Ratbag! It was a gift from her brand new baby brother when he arrived 7 months ago. She loves to show off her ‘swish’ skirt!  I would have handed over my entire Barbie collection for one of these! (I know you would have too…)

Pffffft! I think she tipped it all over herself.


Got {Raw} Milk?

When I started on my organic journey, the first thing I remember reading in my brand new Clean and Lean Diet (2 weeks to your best body) is that the main foods to eat organic are meat, dairy and thin skinned fruits- strawberries, blueberries etc. Imagine my glee when I discovered a gorgeous organic butcher near my house!

Yes, I tend to get a little obsessed with things. A few years ago I wouldn’t shut up about cloth nappies…

Inside this treasure trove they don’t only have meat, but eggs, veggies and to my intense interest- raw milk.

Now raw milk is in every sense of the word- raw. Un-homogenized (where fat globules in milk are broken down and blended) and un-pasturised (not exposed briefly to very high temperatures). It is from her udder, into the carton and into your cup.

Raw milk in Australia is a sick bird, as my father in law would say, illegal (get it, ill eagle?) Mostly due to the fact that cows do not survive on clean healthy grass as nature would intend her to, but on grain grown especially, otherwise known as bio-fuel. Raw milk from a certified organic farm where the cows are fed beautiful green grass is arguably (according to web info) safe, and in some cases, safer than pasturised and ‘altered’ milk.

Recent advances in the analysis of milk-borne diseases have enabled scientists to track the DNA of the infectious bacteria to the cows on the farms that supplied the raw milk[5] . This technique eliminates much of the debate of the merits of safe milk practices.

Now, I don’t know about you but i’m willing to have a go! My Mum remembers with fondness the days when she lived on a dairy farm and drank the milk out of their fridge with the cream floating luxuriously on top. She also told me that there is a tribe in Africa who survive entirely on raw milk since, in it’s natural state, is a complete nutritious food!

The milk I purchased is more cosmetic use only, but at $8 a bottle i’ll be damned if i’m pouring it into the bath.

Anybody have an opinion? Anyone as obsessed with pure foods as I seem to be increasingly every day?

I’ll leave you with this quote, ‘food’ for thought:

“If people let government decide what foods they eat and what medicines they take, their bodies will soon be in as sorry a state as are the souls of those who live under tyranny.”


 

 


Diet Why-et!

Strap in! It’s rant time.

I am over it and sick of it and completely removing myself from obsessing about my weight! This time, I promise to become more mindful of mindfulness. Remove my grey matter from the gluteus maximus!

I worked out that I have lost 13.5 kilo’s since beautiful big Joshua was born 7 months ago (tomorrow). And I don’t even remember celebrating any of it. Only obsessing about the next kilojoule adorning my nutritional chopping block.

Something hormonal this way comes. Not in the gross out way you think, I do try to keep my blog including rants clean enough for an adult male to endure, so I mean that weird things are happening… Not as weird as say- Growing a mustache or receiving instructions from my err, gluteus maximus but weird as in- malting really badly. So bad that if I were a lady with thin hair i’d truly start to get worried. Lucky for me I feel a little lighter for the summer! Also, I’m lucky to never have had pimples and now i’m getting loads of them! Tired, cranky, forgetful, CAN’T LOSE THAT LAST 5 KILO’S! My hormones are saying NO! And I might have to say- Well. Fine! All this is apparently normal after reproducing a short time ago.

Sorry.

Before you conjure a picture of me in your mind that i’m a hairless boil covered freak, accept that it really isn’t all that bad. I just have a knack of micro-managing my body. Poor thing.

I have been following the Clean and Lean style of living, and psychologically enjoy the idea of eating organic, saving the earth and my body one bite at a time. I will continue to do so.

One thing will be different, Clean and Lean-

I will indulge myself with alcohol on occasion. Perhaps even over-indulge.

I will eat bread for breakfast, because I bloody love it!        I LOVE bread!

I will not be looking (or pretend to not be looking) when that 5 kilo’s slips by unannounced and I throw my hands up with frustration at the fact I need to purchase an ENTIRE new wardrobe to fit my silly clean and lean body.

Or celebrate with cheesecake… whatever comes first.

 

(Hmmm. That may have been 3 things.)

 

 


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