A hearty, yet belated welcome to 2023 and all of the grand opportunities it brings with it.
I hope things are chugging along nicely for you, after what has been for many, a difficult 2022. Personally, I have had challenges over the last few months and it has taken a good while to feel my feet firmly on the ground again.
I woke up this morning realising for the first time that it’s actually almost Christmas. Obvious I know, but sometimes my head feels so cloudy I just don’t realise what’s going on around me. Anyone else relate? nope? Just me? ok. As it happens, my second morning epiphany came when I realised the kids finish school for the year next Thursday!! Crikey!
I have had quite a productive week. A few cake and cupcake orders and big news (drum roll please) Mama Bear is now baking for a local cafe (woo hoo!) These might seem like small achievements, but are really stepping stones to my dreams.
I had a bit of a hit and miss with recipe development this week, but moved onto plan B and it couldn’t have worked out better. I also confess I am completely crushing over these oh so delightfully vintage photos. They all started with a pair of socks and I can’t wait to tell you about it.
What a week. One that will be permanently etched onto the page books of history, and we are here to witness it all. What a privilege. The death of Queen Elizabeth II after a monumentous seven decades on the throne. Most of us wouldn’t have ever known a time when our dear Elizabeth wasn’t reigning. Personally, I can’t comprehend a world without her and it will take some time to fully comprehend such a loss.
I daresay we will all remember exactly where we were and what we were doing when we heard the sad news this week. As for me, I turned on my phone to see a few messages from my family and friends announcing the Queen’s death. Racing to the tv while calling my Queen loving mother, I could hardly believe what I was seeing. A matter of hours after she shook hands with the incoming British Prime minister, she was gone. Faithful in her duty, right to the end, and all with that beautiful cheeky grin beaming on her face.
Good afternoon sweet humans. How are you all going?
I guess I need to say it, but it will be through gritted teeth. Happy Spring.
I realise most people celebrate the arrival of humidity and constant sweating, but not me. Not when I feel like we have hardly begun to have any considerable cool weather, which my family will vehemently deny! How relieved I am to welcome the seasonal change with deliciously cool rainy weather this weekend. Pure bliss.
Thanks for joining me today. I am so looking forward to sharing more of my journey out West with you.
I am slowly getting through my photos, and feel such a thrill each time I sit to edit them. Such special memories. I have noticed that I seem to have a thing for rusty tin sheds! Ha ha. Actually, I always have. I remember years ago at university in Armidale (my all time favourite country town), dragging a very willing precious friend out to some random old broken down house to take photos of her, back in the film days. They turned out pretty good, probably because she is so pretty and very photogenic. Looking back now, I realise my love for all things rustic, old and worn has been with me most of my life. Fortunately for me, the outback is full of all of those things.
I hope you have had an enjoyable, productive week. I’ve been blessed to have my amazing mother visit this week. She is a power horse, with way more energy at almost 80 than I have. In so many ways I wish was more like her. Everything she does is really efficient and productive. She doesn’t tolerate tardiness or being slack in any measure, which makes her a champion in organisation and productivity. Pretty much the exact opposite of me. Heaven help all the creative dreamers out there who lack practical skills and focus. Life for us is certainly more of a jumbled mess of colourful chaos.
Oh what a marvellous adventure I’ve just been on. This weary, full hearted traveller has returned, and I cannot wait to tell you all about my solo road trip out west.
For those who may not know, I have spent the last two weeks journeying alone out to Broken Hill. This has been a long held dream of mine for years, and unfortunately not one my beach loving family has shared. So, rather than face three long weeks of bored kids whinging at me, I decided to be step into my own destiny and go by myself.
Hello friends, thanks for joining me. It has been quite an effort getting this post out. Lots of things happening in our busy household which has pushed back blogging time, but I am here at last and have quite a story to tell.