colour appreciation 101
~ Tuesday, April 17, 2007
I cannot pretend to feel impartial about colours. I rejoice with the brilliant ones and am genuinely sorry for the poor browns.- Sir Winston Churchill
Apparently "I don't know what colour I want the glass splashback to be...so I'll have just plain, please" means pink.
There is no pink in my kitchen. Or the rest of the house.
Well, there wasn't until they put the splashback in today.
Originally I had chosen tiles for that area, forgetting that a glass splashback came as part of a special package we had with our house. When our admin person phoned to confirm what colour I wanted, I had absolutely no idea (& didn't really quite understand how a glass splashback works). So I asked for a plain splashback.
It went in today & is a glorious shade of lilac. It's not horrible...just not quite what I was expecting. And it isn't really a colour I would have chosen myself (my colour of choice would probably be coffee...but then Mr Grumpy would have me on about choosing yet another shade of beige).
Oh well. I guess I have the next 10 years or so to get used to it.
moving on up
~ Sunday, April 08, 2007
You've got to do your own growing, no matter how tall your grandfather was.- Irish Proverb
Wee Man is growing up.
Today he graduated from the bassinet insert to the cot proper.
I don't think he particularly likes it. He's spent most of sleep time today either chatting to Cat in the Hat or yelling for my attention.
He looks so small in the cot, though. The insert filled up most of the space in the cot & he looked all chubby & big when he was in it because he took up most of the insert space.
Now he just looks small & frail.
scratchy
~ Friday, April 06, 2007
The size of a man is measured by the size of the thing that makes him angry.- Unknown
Five minutes alone with them...that's all I want.
I'm so angry.
LM & I cruised past the house today. Imagine my horror & disgust to find SUCK **** (word censored in the interest of common decency) scratched in huge letters across the garage door.
Every single window on the ground floor except for the laundry door window has some obscenity or scrawl scratched into it...not just written but scratched. And the copper piping sticking out of the external kitchen wall has been kicked.
The neighbours along the back fence (who have moved in) didn't hear anything but admitted they were out last night, which is probably when it happened. Which begs the question - why are parents letting their kids out at night to wander aimlessly round the neighbourhood between 10pm & midnight???!
I'm so angry & upset. We have handover in a week & a half. I have movers & carpet layers all booked...not to mention the fact we've given notice at this house. I can't afford for there to be any significant delay. But they've caused thousands of dollars worth of damage in (what I imagine was) the space of only an hour or less.
Five minutes alone with them. That's all I'd need or want. And by the end of it they would never ever be able to personally experience any of the things they wrote on my house ever again.
Grrrrrr.
mother earth
~ Tuesday, April 03, 2007
No, I come for a hippy lifestyle, it's very open; my parents are both hippies.- Shia LaBeouf
Pumpkin butter.
Imagine the yummiest pumpkin pie you've ever had in a smooth, thick, spreadable form.
That is what is cooling in preserving jars on my benchtop.
I've never made it before but decided to whip a batch up today & I'm really pleased with the results. It was so yummy that I had to stop LM from devouring the entire batch before it had even graced a jar. It would be ideal for spreading on pikelets or English muffins or some hot fruit toast. Mmmmmmmmm.
As an aside, I processed the butter using a Fowlers Vacola kit. I'm quite impressed with how easy it was to use & am really looking forward to preserving some fruit later on...maybe even making some pickles & jams (I think I might try pickled watermelon next as it's mega-super-cheap at the moment at the market). My parents would be proud :)
See...it's that inner-hippy breaking free. I also stopped using my regular deodorant today & started using one that's like a liquid form of those doedorant crystal things you see on the bottom shelf at the supermarket (usually hidden behind a half-forgotten dusty box or something). I'm still vaguely surprised that, at the end of the day, my underarms haven't disintegrated into a moist, smelly mess. I have to admit there was a bit of doubting Thomas going on at the back of my mind this morning when I decided to try it.
And same with my shampoo - I'm trialling an all-natural, organic shampoo & conditioner I found recently. I'm pleased to say my hair feels much better than it has for quite a while.
hums Kumbayah
I did try to warn you....
Service note:
Because I (foolishly) switched to new Blogger (well, they said they were out of Beta & one assumes that means it's all working properly but apparently I was foolish to think so)...I now no longer have a working archive page that automatically updates it's index. The links to each individual post also don't work at the moment.
Until Blogger sorts this out, you'll have to manually click March or April to get to the appropriate archive page.
