Yesterday scrolling through Instagram I found a local treasure and I went to visit Mel at Gin Rummy vintage today. I remember when I was little it was a treat to get into mum’s cupboard with all her clothes and jewellery and the shoes (there is photo evidence of me somewhere actually in mum’s clothes).… Continue reading Gin Rummy Vintage
11.05.17 If you have read my blog you know that there is a coffee shop I go to on a Wednesday morning with the school mums. Well it has changed hands, had a facelift and a new menu. I haven’t been there for a while, but yesterday there was a post on Instagram saying… Continue reading Golden milk
8.05.17 Monday and the no phone experiment was meant to finish yesterday, I have sent the odd text but I didn’t use my phone today either. I have an essay due in a couple of weeks for the art history and design unit I am studying. I have a few days off work, kids… Continue reading Got my phone
07.05.17 After my blog writing last night, there was a phone call on Scott’s phone – because I still didn’t have a phone. That J was throwing up at Mum’s place. He has been incredibly stressed and cranky lately and this is how he handles stress. By throwing up. He has been like this since… Continue reading Moody Sunday.
06.05.17 Saturday morning and still no phone. AND I am loving it. I had to be a little more organised this morning than I usually am, but that’s not a bad thing. T had football at 12.20pm but Scott left the house with the boys at 9.30am, they wanted to go to Bunnings and then… Continue reading Still no phone.
5th May 2017 I turned off my phone last night. I had a mixed response from the 8 people that I told. I text Mum, Dad, my sister and my best friend. I told Scott and the boys. Scott said I won’t last until Sunday Dad text me back “ok, love”. My best friend… Continue reading No phone
T and I went to the art gallery after dropping J at school. We sat for an hour and listened to artist Dale Harding speak about his contribution to the installation at The Hub – Caboolture Regional Art Gallery. He spoke of the breast plate that he created and the story of his nanna… Continue reading Dale Harding