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Tag-O-Rama.

Now, like Jen, I’ve been tagged twice so I guess it’s time to do this blogly form of chain mail.

These four things.

1. Four of my favourite jobs
2. Four of my favourite local places
3. Four of my favourite foods
4. Four of my favourite international places

Jobs.

I was genetically engineered to shop from birth so as soon as it was legal for me to gain employment, I was out earning – albeit about $4.50 per hour stacking videos – to get together spending money. I really did love that job and one day when I did something naughty, my parents resigned me. Yes, they rang up and told them I was done. Now what parent arranges to terminate your employment when you’ve stepped out of line? I thought your boss was supposed to do that? Clever though, they really did cut me to the core.

Another of my favourites was working at “KA’s Nite Club” when I was 19 which should really have been KA’s Discoteque Cabaret or similar, it was so not-cool. They’d put me in French Maid costume and push me out into a packed room full of sweaty businessmen ordering forty-nice cent drinks. Mmmm, noice. If it wasn’t bad enough to have one of your job specs as “Willing To Endure Constant Groping From Overweight Inebriated Tourists”, I also had to run through the managers office to collect my pay because if I’d slow down long enough, he’d also try his luck.

Now I know you’re wondering why this place is down as a favourite but it’s because it didn’t take long to figure out I could turn the place into my own party and started inviting anyone and everyone I knew. Pretty soon we outnumbered the businessmen and tourists and I managed to get the costume changed into hotshorts and kneehighs (I was nineteen remember!!!). It was a dream come true, I actually got paid by the hour to party. The boss was too interested in wooing a waitress or three to care whether we were really working too hard so everyone was happy.

I’m not sure I can even call photography a job. I’m sure anyone who gets to follow their passion and then charge to do it feels the same way. I could never put into words just how much I joy I derive from the thing called “camera”. How much time I spend dreaming about the next lens  I should own or setting the scene for a shoot. What a privilege – to capture fleeting moments of childhood and give them to parents to keep and remember and share and laugh and cry. I know more than most just how truly precious that is.

Finally – Mummydom. This is the job that reigns and matters. I’m not sure I always qualify for “Employee of the Month” here but I might just get “Most Improved” or “The Award for Consistent Effort”. I don’t always do it like the manual says. I would love to be Martha Stewart in the kitchen and Noni Hazlehurst in the fingerpainting dept but I’m just not.  I marvel at those women that spend their lives driving their kids from one activity to another.  But I try hard and I worship my kids. I know they feel happy and loved and I think that’s a half decent start.


Local Places.

Pacific Fair. Shops. Lots of them. I’m pretty sure it would amount to years, the time I’ve roamed in this location. Worth every aching foot, blinding headache, spent dollar and subsequent threat of divorce.

Shearwater Crescent Beach. I’ve shared some photos in the past taken there..Just a local strip of beach that’s very quiet and where we spent our Sunday with all four children. It will always be so special to us.

Ferry Road Markets. I can directly attribute the seven kilos that’s found me recently to this location. Specifically, jumbo kalamata olives, marinated feta and choc raisin brownie. Not all together, just in quick succession.

My house. We’ve raised four children under it’s roof. We’ve watched them grow, we’ve had to endure letting one go. It’s seen so much laughter and so many tears. We will move one day but hopefully never sell. It will forever be known as “Ava’s House”.

Favourite Foods.

Ice-cream is my number 1 vice. Toblerones come a close second. Good Risotto and wine (they’re actually one food in my World) would be next. I’m trying to think up something healthy now. Tap tap tap. I’m vegetarian so lets just say all those marinated gourmet morsels. (Wha??? They’re not healthy??)

International Places.

Italy… Loved the gelato. Oh and the siteseeing was amazing too.

Las Vegas… Just fun. And they have good outlet shopping.

9600 Wilshire Blvd, Beverly Hills, Los Angeles… Also known as Saks Fifth Avenue. Didn’t like the city itself very much but Jennifer and I hyperventilated with sheer excitement upon entering this venue.

Österreich… No, I don’t know where it is either. But it is the town where Modekids is located. And the lovely Simone sends me my Oilily (translates into breathtakingly beautiful yet whimsical clothing for small people) for a whole lot less than what I’d pay here. So I love that place.

Wow, I don’t think I’ve ever written so much in one post. I think I’m just putting off the post-weekend housework.

Now I’ll struggle to think of people who haven’t already been tagged…
Hmmm, give me a day with that. 

Sheye x

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Fun Loving Criminals.

I took my boys furniture shopping yesterday. In a big, expensive, furniture store. With nice, expensive, breakable homewares carefully positioned atop, around and underneath the lovely furniture. Yes, that is a little like saying I poked myself with red hot irons for an hour.

I started out using the Positive Parenting approach – you know how it goes – “Now boys, lets try to shop together nicely. Lets choose a lounge together. You stay right here and you can tell Mummy which one you’d like and we can make it a family decision”.

Sixty minutes later and I have descended into Frankenmum. They’re playing a very loud game of hide and seek with each other and their two bears and I’m screaming across the enormous store “QUIT BASHING ON THAT EIGHT HUNDRED DOLLAR DRUM AND GET YOUR BUTTS BACK HERE. NOWWWWW.”

It was an exercise I do not wish to repeat in this lifetime and as we walked out, scalding Mason for his completely outrageous behaviour, he turns to us, hands in air and frown plastered, and says “I can NOT help it if God made us FUN”.

I’m not sure if you’re meant to laugh at that, but we did :p (I’m so hopeless, I even bought them an ice-cream five minutes later. Yes, I suck at Positive Parenting 101).

Here is the little angel….The first image was taken when we got home but it doesn’t matter, it’s the same expression he was sporting at the store, and continues to sport most moments of the day when going to bat for himself.

And this is where we start when I say “Hey, stop for a minute..Mummy wants a photo”.

And where we end up when Mummy says “If you don’t smile for a photo, you can’t eat for a month”. :p :p (Of course I’m kidding, I’ve never gone more than a week.)

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Paint It Black. Or Not.

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
I see a line of cars and they’re all painted black
With flowers and my love both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a new born baby it just happens every day
I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and it has been painted black
Maybe then I’ll fade away and not have to face the facts
Its not easy facing up when your whole world is black
No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the setting sun
My love will laugh with me before the morning comes
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
I wanna see it painted, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black

I heard this Rolling Stones song today. I always did like it, but then I love most of their music. My aunty loved it – she died young and it has always reminded me of her. Today it reminded me of life immediately after, and sometimes still, following Ava’s death.

I’ve spoken often about how “in the beginning”, in the weeks, even months, following Ava’s accident, I really believed nothing could ever be remotely joyous again. That every moment of every day would be clouded, aching, dread-full. Believe me, those moments still come…thick and fast. But I’ve also seen glimpses of a life that does include smiles and laughter along with the missing and the sadness. I’ve been told so many times by well meaning people “it never goes away, you just learn to live with it”…and truly, I found that terrifying at first. I see now that those people are right..it just becomes a part of us and we ever so slowly adjust and we might eventually create a new life, so different to what we’d planned..but potentially still a happy life. A different happy to what I knew happy to be before. It’s still quite hard to imagine but not absolutely impossible.

Unlike many other glib quotes, it actually is true that “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” But I’ve found it also makes you calmer. And kinder. And grateful. We still have much to be thankful for. I think we’ll always walk under a cloud. Sometimes it will be black. But then sometimes it’ll be nothing but pink.

So these are my thoughts at 7.29 on a Thursday evening. I will quite possibly read over this tomorrow and wonder where I found the optimism but I’m happy to share my thoughts as they come and go…good, bad, indifferent.

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Mail Order Playmate.

I’m pretty sure Ivy thinks I can order up this little fellow…Once she found him, there was no going back. She’d try to flick a few pages further into the mag but inevitably, she’d return to the wee blonde one. She goes between staring with open mouth to saying “bah. bah.” Could it be love?
Anyone who has a 1 year old, or has photographed a 1 year old, or has tried to retrieve a contraband item from a 1 year old, will appreciate the sheer patience required for the one wielding the camera. The girl is quick. Out of 3943 images, this is as good as it gets.


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