Sunday, 28 June 2009

Miss Jones was Christened ...




A vision in an heirloom gown and bonnet ... can you believe my Dad wore this ...


... she asked me what does this all mean ...

... have you heard this before?
We'll never know what she thought ... wouldn't it be interesting if we did ...

Unconscious Mutterings week 335 ...

I say ... and you think ...

  • Guest :: room

  • Impact :: pow

  • Unplanned :: never

  • Tactic :: scheme

  • Delayed :: annoyed

  • Bombastic :: gruff

  • Comfort :: cuddles

  • Trumpet :: brass

  • Joe :: blow

  • Budget :: none

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      If you'd like to use this 'free association meme' ... please give Patricia the credit she deserves ...

    Saturday, 27 June 2009

    Sunday Scribblings ... TOYS.

    The Sunday Scribblings girls wanted to make it lighter this week ... the prompt is Toys!

    New babies in the family bring to mind how things used to be. Toys are beginning to appear. $70.00 for a plaything for our new girl shocked the socks right off me. A couple of lengths of psychedelic coloured man made material with brightly coloured shapes hanging from it. Add batteries and Bach or Mozart will serenade our little treasure and by the time she's six months old the thing can be adjusted to become a night light with some additional new fangled devices added so the mobile part will rotate ... can you believe it?

    I know, I know I sound like that bloody old stick in the mud I swore I was never going to be. At the unveiling of the contraption I didn't express my horror, I kept my opinions to myself, and tried to reassure my doubtful self ... that's how it's done today. I refrained from sounding disapproving or judgmental ... I quietly wished I had shares in a toy factory!

    In my day ... I cringe at that term ... I was adamant I'd never use it ... but here it is!

    In my day a length of fabric from the bottom of a tattered sheet or thread bare towel strung through a couple of wooden cotton reels was usually baby's first toy. The cloth was long enough to slip over bub's head. Baby would be propped up or sit for hours twirling the cotton reels. A soft fabric ball hand sewn from scraps of fabric thrown into the air, rolled along the floor or gently thown toward the bub was another toy. We scrunched paper to make a noise, we allowed them to play with a spoon and as they got bigger a wooden spoon banged onto the tray of their high chair was all the entertainment needed.

    We saved up to buy the first teddy bear. One that made a gentle growling sound when tipped backward or forward. We put soup mix, aka dried peas or beans into the corner of a piece of cloth as a noise maker. We clapped hands, snorted like a pig, blew raspberries, clicked our fingers, goo goo gooed, whistled and laughed ... all without batteries.

    As my Dad aged toys of a different kind featured. He wanted what we grew to call his 'boys toys'. First was a new top of the range electric / battery operated shaver. Next he demanded a battery operated CD player, a small battery operated radio, a battery operated toothbrush, a battery operated hand held fan. Eventually the cost of batteries use was becoming exhorbitant as he'd forget to switch his toys off.

    The purchase of a battery charger with re-chargeable batteries was going to save time and money. Dear old Dad would invariably plug the unit in then forget about that as well consequently burning the life out of the batteries ... on second thoughts forget the shares in a toy factory I'll settle for shares in a battery factory.

    Friday, 26 June 2009

    Small Space Happiness is ...



    ... from this ...




    ... to this ...




    ... life changing small space happiness ...


    ... the purging continues ...

    Monday, 22 June 2009

    Flynn ... one day old


    Here's Flynn ... one day old ... beautiful despite his rough arrival ... Mummy and Daddy are doing fine!

    Sunday, 21 June 2009

    Unconscious Mutterings ~ I say ... and you think ...?

    Week 334

    I say ... and you think ... ?

    1.Divorce :: done

    2.Napkin :: serviette

    3.Camera :: smile

    4.Leather :: cow

    5.Fractures :: ten

    6.Flip out :: freak

    7.Coroner :: inquest

    8.Atomic :: bomb

    9.Liz :: ard

    10.Leave :: off

    Miss Jones having a chat at 3 months ...

    Miss Jones has plenty to talk about ...






    If only we could translate ... she is so adorable it wouldn't matter what she was saying ...


    Disappointed ... we survived Bistro Lilly ...



    One entree, one main, 2 glasses of wine, 2 desserts total $140.00 ... we survived with great disappointment Bistro Lilly.

    Two weeks previously MJ had degustated with a group there. The grilled lamb salad and chocolate yucatan pudding made it imperative for another visit.

    My selection of roast duck was horrid. The serve was enough to feed two, not hot, tough plus the accompanying turnips were THE most bitter ever tasted ... the chocolate yucatan pudding ... no comparison in the size and presentation of two weeks prior ...

    Feedback was offered ... mine hosts didn't appear to care ... she wanted to argue that MJ had been there more than two weeks ago ... enough said ...

    NEXT!

    Friday, 5 June 2009

    Tonight these will be mine ... dinner ... TDF!



    If I survive I'll tell you where ...


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