3 March 2015

Currently

I feel a little guilty writing currently as the title of this post when there is so much I haven't blogged about. Maybe I should do a catch up post first but oh well... I have so many posts unwritten in my head, so many photos, so many projects, and time and motivation not apparent, it's just not a top priority right now. So onward with what is current.

  • Autumn, loving that one the first of March mother nature decided that we should shift from hot summer days to the pleasantly cooler feel of mid to high twenties and fresh crisp evenings. Weather to do stuff, to feel fresh and clean and enjoy the feel of the sun on my skin without the harsh burn of summer. For soft light streaming in windows. I'm sure that being contrary as she is that Mother nature will throw a few more scorchers at us before the next month or two is over but I'm enjoying what is right now. 
  • Fuji X-T1, and of how I am loving this little camera. I have hired it for a minimum of six months as I didn't want to commit to a whole new style of camera and decide I hate it and be stuck with it but I don't think hate could be in my vocabulary with this little beauty. I love that I can get great JPegs straight out of camera, love that I can upload directly to my phone or my fuji instax printer (oh the mini albums on the run I can do with this) and  control the camera directly from my phone, even exposures. As much as I value my old DSLR, at 6 years old it is a dinosaur in the world of digital and was feeling it's limitations with ISO and weight, while still a great camera for certain types of photography (I will hang on to it and the 70-200 for the boys sport) I found I just didn't love it as much anymore and the weight of it was too much at times for a body that suffers from joint inflammation. I feel lighter and taking photos is more joyous with it. 

A quick shot of #2 son in the front yard on a flying visit home.

  • Planning, I have been suffering from wanderlust a lot lately. I have always desired to travel more but in our younger years of marriage every trip we had seemed to result in a pregnancy (lol) so soon put a stop to the freedom of getting up and going with four boys in tow. Then as they got older there seemed to always be one doing senior school, or not the money or or or... Now that my youngest is 16 it seems that I can feel free enough to at least do short stays away without feeling as much guilt, Guilt about leaving them or guilt about not taking them all with me.  Sooooo, a friend and I have made tentative plans to travel to Thailand in October. To be adventurers (but not risk takers, ha) We are both on the same page as regards to travel. We both want to see things, we both want to experience new things. We're not interested in sitting around in a luxury 5 star hotel sipping cocktails for the entire time (may as well stay home and do that, ha) , we want to go, see, do which is why we have chosen Northern Thailand as opposed to the more resort style holidays around Phuket. Night markets, hill tribe people, elephant rescue sanctuaries, temples and Buddha's and monks and history, the thought of it all has me dizzy. I want to come home exhausted from all we have seen and done, head buzzing with happy memories. I have even made a midori style traveller's notebook already to take with me. Will I feel guilt at leaving my family at home, of course I will but after 24 years of caring for boys large and small snatching a week and a bit  just for me is going to be exhilarating.

    Until next time...
    S

19 October 2014

camera love


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30 June 2014

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Yesterday was national camera day, and while it may seem there is a day for everything now I love the idea one especially for my camera. And what I love even more is that by following the link above it will take you to the snapknot FB site where you get the chance win either a canon 5Dmark III (drool) or if you are so inclined a nikon D800. I love this photo that was on the snapknot email.

Now all I need to do is wander more, I've started a new job as well as still being at the old one (two kids in uni and another two to go will do that) so my wandering time is a little sparse at the moment. All for a good cause so they say :-)

7 May 2014

Dismal fail

Hmmm, the whole blogging every day thing seems to have gone down the drain pipe. In my own defence I have an 18th birthday party to finish organising for this Saturday night with around a 150 people attending, I think). I also cleaned my little craft room this morning so I can now walk from one side of the room to the other (well the whole three steps) without tripping over everything. My room seems to becomes a dumping ground for everything that doesn't have any where else to go. Not only was it driving me crazy but it was also extremely unproductive, especially when I have decorations and costumes to make and I could hardly reach my sewing machine. Hopefully next week I will be in a slightly better routine and hope to photograph some project life pages to share.

4 May 2014

I'm doing this

I have had a go at making one of these tonight, the printer is churning it out as I type. with everyone having smart phones now we seem to constantly handing out our wifi password, this at least may stop the kids traipsing through my craft room to where the card is kept.

2 May 2014

I really want to try and make these air plant pots on this blog here here , so fun. think the boys would like to try these too.

1 May 2014

Blog every day in May challenge

This may I am going to try doing this blog every day challenge I've always been a bit sporadic with my blogging so will this will be interesting.  A very short post and I almost didn't make it. 1 hour until it's the 2nd.

27 April 2014

The story of the boy born on the bed...

I don't think I have ever written the story of Joseph's birth fully, I've done the abbreviated version but not the whole story, so what better day than his 18th birthday.  I had been over my due date with both of my first babies, 3 days with Jackson, almost 10 days with Paddy so the idea of having a baby arrive spot on it's due date was something I didn't even consider happening but for days before I had mild braxton hicks contractions and really felt my body was preparing, another thing I had not experienced with the others.  We were living a block away from the beach at the time so one of my big sisters who lived nearby and Brendan both spent time walking on the beach with me. The end of a cool April in a coastal town isn't always high beach traffic time and the last thing I wanted was to be stranded in labour alone on a beach in the days before mobile phones.  ANZAC day 1996 we went to bed a little later than usual, I felt restless, I guess that in itself should have been a warning.
I'll go back a few days earlier though, on the Saturday, mum had the kids for me while we went to the footy in Warrnambool to watch Brendan play, a rare luxury to have a few hours without having to chase toddlers with a large tummy. I think it was around the 3rd quarter when Brendan landed from a mark, and didn't get back up again, I could see agony on his face and he struggled to get up and couldn't stand, a knee, his whole knee cap had popped off. The rest of Saturday afternoon was spent waiting at the hospital for a very busy orthopaedic surgeon to see him. When he finally got to see him he was much more concerned that I had been left standing all that time waiting than he was about Brendan's knee, I guess joints damaged in football were a common occurrence whereas a heavily pregnant woman may have been a bit of a novelty in his profession. After fussing around making sure the nurses found me a chair and that I was comfy he finally tended to Brendan. Pregnancy had never been an excuse for me to get any special treatment so I was quite amused by the attention I was getting,lol.
After an examination and X-rays he decided he would need to be operated on and set the date for the following Wednesday. Now Brendan, the fast driving stock agent had had his third strike with speeding fines and had his licence cancelled for 6 weeks only days before so here I was, very pregnant, a husband with no licence for the next six weeks and now we had an operation to add to the mix.
Now is the time I will recount what was meant to happen. Several days earlier I had dropped my fully packed bag at my mum's place with the intention of dropping the two youngest off to her, picking it up and heading calmly to hospital to build up to a normal steady labour. With Brendan not driving I even thought I could probably drive us both the few blocks to mums before walking to the hospital, I had gone to the bank in the early stages of labour with my first so thought nothing of a quick 3 minute drive.
So back to that night, or early the next morning I was woken up by a really large, strong contraction, the type you generally get close to the birth of a child, not the sort you usually start with. I woke Brendan up thinking I would give him time to wake up properly before to get things ready to go to hospital, not really sure how he was going to get me there, he was in ankle to thigh plaster (how much difference the arthroscopes of today make) and this was not the gentle start to labour that I had expected. I made it to the bathroom thinking like the other boys I would have a nice warm shower before heading to hospital but soon realised this baby had other ideas as another strong knee buckling contraction hit.
Bren had rung my older sister Rhonda when i first woke him with the idea of waking her up to make her way over when she was ready to watch the two youngest boys instead of taking them to mums, she only lived a block away. Another whopper contraction later and I knew this was no regular labour, this was hard and as the pressure increased I realised it was going to be fast as well. Things were happening rapidly so my memory of the next few minutes was vague,  after around the fourth or fifth contraction I was feeling the urge to push, Brendan was trying to hobble down the hall way to get the car ready and I was in intense pain against the wall, I recall him grabbing a fistful of my dressing gown, as much to support himself as to pull me down the hallway towards the door to try and get me out to the car but this baby was coming and it was coming now. Within seconds my older sister walked in the door (major relief) as i did a race back to the bedroom, pulled off my dressing gown and threw it on the bed, kind of did an awkward dive and commenced to give birth.
Brendan sat behind me so I could lean on him and my sister in her calm unflustered way delivered my baby boy. I will never forget the moment she held him in her arms and serenely looked down at him and said "hello Joseph" she looked up at me and said "it is Joseph isn't it?" We had never found out the sex of this baby so named were bandies around quite a bit, several girls names, not many boys though, we were starting to run out of idea for male names, but Joseph was the main name we were talking about if we had a boy, so right there and then he was her Joseph, even if we had decided on another name there was no way I would have ever ruined that perfect moment.
Once we had all calmed a little and while Joseph was tucking him for his first feed Brendan rang the doctor, she arrived with an ambulance right behind her. After doing a quick check and announcing us both fit and healthy Joseph was taken in her car to the hospital and I was bundled up in the ambulance and driven there also. It took around 4 layers of heated blankets to stop me shivering, I think my body had gone into shock after such a quick birth. The rest is all a blur, as I mentioned before I had left my hospital bag at mums so I didn't have anything with me, not even my camera so I didn't get to get any new born photos, not until the next day, no visual reminder of the event. Brendan and Rhonda did the clean up, as much as he could do anyway, and I still remember her having a great chuckle telling me that as she walked back into our room she found the cat up on the bed having a wonderful feed.  He was awfully fat and shiny by the time I got home several days later.
 I often think of how that moment must have been for Rhonda, to walk in the door expecting just to quietly sit with her nephews while we were at the hospital but instead was faced with a chaotic scene of a brother in law hobbling around still a little zoned out on the pain killers the doctor had given him and a sister about to give birth. I could not imagine there would be anyone who would have handled the situation with as much poise as she did, she never once seemed upset or flustered. She and Joseph shared a great bond for many years to come, she became his Godmother and even threw his first birthday party while we were at a wedding so this story is a much hers as it is his. Sadly we lost my beautiful sister to cancer a few years after we had moved to SA so she never got to see her Godson grow up but I'm sure she is up there keeping an eye on him.

23 April 2014

Lately

Brendan and I celebrated our 25th wedding anniversary on the 8th of April, I know it's said all the time but man, time flies so fast. We've had quite the giggle looking back over the different hair styles and fashions of the last quarter of a century. Love the visual reminder of how our family has grown so much over those years. I could write really nice things about my man and how much he means to me but I'm so much an image over words person and I think the photos say it all.


Number 1 son Jacko, he borrowed my spare set of sunnies straight after this, my poor kids have lived their lives with a camera in their faces, ha.

 "rock man" Bren loves fossicking amongst rocks where ever we go, sometimes it's interesting, sometimes it just drives me nuts, lol.
 My soul craves the ocean, I need it to revive and restore me. Having lived all my life not more than a Km or 2 from the sea, and at times just a stones throw away, it's something I miss constantly since we moved inland 12 years ago. Robe is only an hours drive away thank goodness but everyday I miss the energy the salt air gives me.
 I didn't realise it until looking afterwards that I had captured all but one of the family in this shot, Bren body surfing at the front, Paddy boogey boarding behind him and Seamo and Jacko on the jetty behind them, love serendipity.

Oh how I love this spazzy dog, he is hysterical and a constant source of joy. He will run all day if we are out and active but is equally happy to lay on my feet at the computer if I have work to do.  He's  a  bitza, his dad a cavalier spaniel and mum a cocker spaniel poodle cross but seems to have picked up a lot of the good qualities of them all. Of course he can be naughty at time (not too often thank goodness) but most of the time his funny personality gets him out of trouble. Totally cracked up when I opened up these shots of the computer on the drive home. 
 Paddy 'booging'
Was stuck between my two oldest in the back seat on the drive home so probably missed the most awesome photo of this beauty sitting on a post but did manage to squeeze a few (awkward) shots of before he flew off.