One Little Acorn

Looking forward...

2012-01-27T23:36:00.001+11:00

Looking forward to a weekend hanging out with one of my oldest friends.

The instagram pic is from yesterday's Australia Day theme.

Australia Day...

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"I've been to cities that never close down,
From New York to Rio and old London town,
But no matter how far or how wide I roam,
I still call Australia home."

Music & Lyrics, Peter Allen

Australia is my home and I count my blessings every day.
Happy Australia Day everyone.

The Butterfly Circus for you to watch...

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The Butterfly Circus - HD from The Butterfly Circus on Vimeo.

The Butterfly Circus...

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Have you seen The Butterfly Circus? It's a magical short film that was introduced to me by my Dad and has become a favourite. In fact everyone who I have recommended it to has been equally entranced.

I recommend you track it down and take some time out to watch it too. It's just over 20 minutes, so grab yourself a drink, make yourself comfortable and lose yourself for just a little while.

You can watch it here on the website...

And once you've seen it and decided you'd like a copy for yourself, you can buy it here. And if you really like it and want to give a few copies away to friends, like my Dad did at Christmastime, you can buy a pack of five here.

Summer grapes...

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Summer fruit.

Sunday snapshot

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Old ute,
Eden Park.

I heart home #7...

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This is my favourite room at my favourite time of day...
My bedroom, late in the afternoon, when the dappled sun rests on my bed.
And a few other things I like here too...

I heart home #6...

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My little pot garden.

In the absence of a garden of my own, I have managed to plant a little garden of pots that sits in the courtyard out the back. I am lucky to look out of my kitchen window at my beautiful frangipani.

I heart home #5...

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I heart home #4...

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My special treasures board.

And surprise surprise - a few more J's.

I'm not really liking the way the iphone blog app is bringing in images... there is no formatting options (size, position etc) and it seems low res. Hmmm... will have to look into this at home.

Have a good day everyone!

I heart home #3...

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Top of my kitchen cabinet

I heart home #2...

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I loved my flat the moment I walked through the front door and knew instantly that I wanted to live here. I immediately felt at home and could imagine our furniture fitting in beautifully and my partner and I making it our home. To be honest, we never expected to be able to buy it as it was out of our price range, but as fortune would have it, the timing was right, we stretched our budget, and we bought it at auction within a month of seeing it for the first time.

It's had a bit of a face lift in the years since, especially after Alan and I broke up when I (with the help of family) renovated and redecorated and made it my space.

I bought in as much light as I could, removing the heavy wooden venetian blinds and replacing them with more light friendly roller blinds, and painting the walls a rich cream that was warm as well as inviting and bright. It's a ground floor flat, so the light can be rather shadowy sometimes, but it's heaps better than when we first moved in.

In the 12 years since we initially took possession, and especially since I have been on my own, I have filled it with bit and pieces, furniture I collected from garage sales and a junk shop or two... a few homemade items and lots of trinkets, some of which have grown into collections. I hung art on the walls, some by me and some by artists I love and can afford or have been lucky enough to have gifted to me.

I am now single once more and just recently a flatmate moved in and so I had to move all my stuff into a smaller space and purge or sell (or relocate) the excess. (Yes, I will be having a garage sale at some point to get rid of more!). I still like to surround myself with things that I love, and despite the reduced space, it's still my creative haven.

Often I wander around and take little snapshots of the things I like, so this week, I'm going to share a few pics with you and give you a little glimpse into my space. A pic a day, maybe with a few words.

Welcome to my home...

This is my bedroom door. The unusual looking instrument hanging on the door is a door harp that my Mum bought for me in Tasmania, beautifully crafted out of tasmanian sassafras (I think). It's makes a soft tinkling noise (funnily enough much like a harp) whenever I open or close the door.

On the floor is a felt ball 'freckle' rug that I bought on Ebay just before Christmas, and on the bedside table is a framed print by a favourite blogger and artist Geninne, whose blog I have been following since I started blogging in 2007. You can probably see a block of wood with the letter J... it's one of many J's I have collected over the years. No doubt you will spy a few more over the next few week.

I heart home #1...

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This week I am going to do a series on why I love my home. Here is the first snap...

A cushion cover I bought in the UK last year. Love it.

Kayaking Melbourne city...

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Last night a friend and I joined an evening kayaking trip that began in the Docklands area of Melbourne and ventured into the mouth of the Yarra River and under the Bolte Bridge.

It had been looking pretty ordinary weather wise for most of the day, but thankfully the rain held off and the dark clouds merely acted as a dramatic backdrop to this amazing city as we watched the fading light turn the city golden.

It was pretty spectacular, though the only shot I have to share is from dry ground after the hour and a half on the water.

I do love the Bolte Bridge. And it was a highlight of the night to paddle beneath its span.

I am also happy to report no Coast Guard rescue was required and we did not make it onto the late news.

Mahna Mahna...

2012-01-13T07:23:00.000+11:00

Yes. I went to the see the Muppet Movie last night. And yes, it's corny and it's silly, but it's the Muppets through and through...

And I loved it. (In a Muppet kind of way you understand)

If you are a fan, get out there and see for yourself. Take along a little kid and introduce them to your childhood friends... but if you don't have any kids to take along, go along anyway. The number of adults far outweighed the number of children in the cinema last night.

And I challenge you to leave without having a few all too familiar tunes stuck in your head!

Let me start you off...
Mahna Mahna...

It's time to play the music...

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It's time to light the lights...

It's time to meet the Muppets...

Their Movie Premiere's tonight!

Yippee! I love The Muppets.

I for one will be going to see it pretty darn soon.

Ma-na-ma-na.

Rude, just plain rude...

2012-01-11T07:27:00.003+11:00

Yesterday I was standing in a queue to buy a drink at my place of work (large corporation, has small shop amongst many other on-site serveries that mean the staff don't have to leave the premises).

As I stood there, a guy I know came and joined the queue and together we were waiting patiently and making small talk as the queue progressed. A few moments later, the queue was also joined by his boss... who immediately interrupted our conversation and started talking about work!

What he had to do, what the next deadline was, what her expectations were.

He was on LUNCH for goodness sake!

Lunch time is lunch time and work time is work time.

Not to mention butting in on a conversation!

Lady - you need to get some manners...

That was just plain rude.

So many clothes, nothing to wear...

2012-01-10T07:30:00.001+11:00

Work day mornings are never easy. Never.

And choosing something to wear is pretty much my first hurdle. It's the first decision that sees me delay getting out of bed.

And whilst I had to 'downsize' when I took on a flat mate last year and moved out of my bedroom and into a room without built in robes (and I have an amount of clothes that most women would shudder at) I do have a selection of clothes that allow me to rotate my wardrobe and 'mix it up' - a bit.

Mostly I manage to pull something together.

But why is it, that once you finally make the decision, drag yourself out of bed, shower and find yourself standing at the rack of clothes, that the thing you most wanted to wear has lost a button, is in need of an iron*, or one piece of the 'ensemble' is at the bottom of the washing basket?

Which then generally lends itself to more indecision, a few moments of huffing and puffing and the somewhat disheveled look for which I am becoming renowned.

*Actually a rare occurrence as I don't use an iron unless it's absolutely essential. And given that I try not to even buy clothes that require ironing, even more unlikely! But you know what I mean...

Photo taken at The Tate Modern, London, 2011.

Quote of the day...

2012-01-09T07:30:00.001+11:00

The key is to keep company only with people who uplift you, whose presence calls forth your best.

EPICTETUS

Creative weekend... Lino printing using an old mangle as a press

2012-01-08T21:06:00.004+11:00

Some time ago I bought an old restored clothes mangle on ebay. It is a beautiful piece and I bought it with the sole purpose of using it to print lino artwork... pretty much giving an old piece of machinery a new lease on life, reinventing it as a printing press. It is old, it is beautifully restored, and it is extremely heavy! Given it's weight and size, it is difficult to transport and is unlikely to fit into my flat. Thankfully my parents are both encouraging of my creativity and have been good enough for me to leave it in their home just waiting for me to get motivated to put it to good use.

Well over a year ago now, a friend and I gave it a bit of a test run, but it was quite hit and miss and we didn't do a great deal, though some results showed promise. Since then the mangle has sat dormant in my parents home.

Another friend has been saying for a while now (knowing our shared love of the art) that he would like to come and give it a shot too. At last we finally managed to organise it and Timmo came and stayed this weekend and we gave the press another run. This time round (after a bit of trial and error) we managed to get some great results.

Take a look...

This is Timmo's beautiful piece which measures about 6" square.

These are both my pieces and are around about postcard size.

The bird is a rerun of of a lino I carved a couple of years ago.

Here we are with the press - note Timmo's newspaper printer's hat.

Thanks Mum and Dad for hosting our creative chaos this weekend, and thanks to Timmo also for a great weekend, a great chance to catch up and to get creative. Now it's time to get carving more lino's, so we can get back there soon and give it another go!

Star app...

2012-01-07T22:25:00.001+11:00

Gotta tell you about this awesome app a friend showed me last night and I have since added to my iPhone. If you have a smart phone or mobile device, seriously track this down. It's called 'star walk' and it is AMAZING.

Basically, load the app, take it outside and point it skywards and it aligns with your position and lines up with the night sky, telling you the names of stars, the constellations, the names of satellites... And more.

It cost $2.99au and I (personally) think its well worth it. This pic is a screen grab of part of the sky outside tonight.

Oh, and it can be used during the day too, and whilst you won't actually see the stars to which it refers, you now know where they are. Very cool.

A friendly face...

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You really can find a friendly face in the most unexpected places.

Remember to smile today...

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If it's so damn hot, why do I feel like I'm living in a fridge?

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I love the summer and I love the heat.

I love the feeling of warm sunshine on my back. I love warm mornings where the wind is soft and the light cast by the early morning sun is a pale gold.

I love swimming in the ocean and the instant drop in body temperature. I love floating on the waves with my painted toes bobbing on the surface, rising and dropping with the rhythm of the ocean. I love standing on the beach, with my feet greeting the waves and sinking in the sand as my skin prickles with the drying of salt water on my skin.

I love going barefoot. I love tanned skin and white smiles. I love ice-cream and coke spiders.

I love the smell of a storm after a long hot day. Steam rising from heat soaked surfaces, the smell of plants drinking deeply and breathing a cool sigh of relief.

I love hot summer nights and tall ice-filled drinks. I love sleeping with nothing but a sheet.

I love it. And even when the temperature rises to the low 40's as it has here in the last couple of days, I refuse to complain. Because at least it isn't winter.

And yet, there is one thing I hate about summer... because as the summer heats up and the inevitable complaining of summer-haters hits full force, the inside air temperature inevitably drops as the air conditioning is turned to high. There is no escaping as you enter shopping centres, movie theatres and offices and are subject to icy conditions that would be considered uncomfortable in winter.

I hate the over use of air conditioning. I spend my summer work days unable to escape and unable to appreciate the seasonal passing. I have to take additional clothes to avoid frostbite! I understand and appreciate that cooling is needed for a comfortable work environment, what I do not understand is having to contend with these goosebump inducing conditions at temperatures way below the comfort level.

And my discomfort is nothing in comparison to the environmental implications and additional drain on electricity supplies. Come on people... pull down the shades when the sun is at it's hottest, open the windows when there is a cool breeze, drink long cool drinks and take a swim if you can... embrace the seasons and soak up the summer while you can.

And please please please, turn down the aircon!

I know where I'd rather be...

2012-01-03T07:28:00.002+11:00

Some days when I wake in the morning, I don't want to get up. I'd far rather stay in bed and let the world turn without me. but I know, there is no one who will do it for me and I just have to get on with it.

Today was such a day.

It was hard to get up and face a day of work... when just yesterday, this was my early morning destination.

I know where I'd rather be.

2010 - Day 2

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I am a great fan of New Years Resolutions. In the past they have changed my life. No exaggeration. At the moment I am writing a book about one such life changing resolution. That is one of my challenges of 2012. It's going to be a busy year...

This year I will be blogging every day.

Yes.

Every SINGLE day.

It might be a brief post, but rest assured, it WILL be every day.

A snapshot, a story, an opinion...

Along with blogging, on a more private and personal side, I am writing every day. I have a diary which I am determined to connect with every day and that I will share with you every now and again to give you a glimpse of what is going on inside my private thoughts and my daily adventures.

I want to read more too. Dig into that pile of books that continues to grow.

I am also enrolled to return to part time study starting in February, with the ultimate aim of a change in career direction (more details to come).

AND, as if that isn't enough, I am going to make a return to internet dating. After being single since 2008, it is time to throw myself back out there and find someone special to share my life with (yes, I will keep you updated)

2012 is going to be my "Year of Gratitude".

A year full of reminding myself to be grateful for all that I have, all that I have had, and all that is waiting in the future. Acknowledging my reasons to be thankful, of which I have an abundance, will be a big part of my life this year.

It's going to be busy, but I will make the time, because all of these things are important. To fit it all in, I will cut back on the things that are less important, the time wasters... TV... Browsing the internet... Sitting on my butt doing nothing... I will be spending less time feeling guilty about the things I should be doing, and just getting on and doing them.

Welcome to my 2012.

How is yours going so far?

2012

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A big year begins now.

Today...

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Today

I am 44 years

1 month and

24 days old.

Love at first sight...

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Seriously...
How could I resist...

He's totally adorable, he's got a cute smile and a great sense of fun. He's cheeky and just a little bit bananas...

I think he might just be the man of my dreams.

Meet Monkey Moo!
(My amazing Birthday gift from the super talented Marion and her hubby Mal).
Thanks guys, I had a great weekend, and I just love the new man in my life!
xx

Weekend in the country...

2011-12-11T22:30:00.007+11:00

Well, it's Sunday and the end of another weekend. The working week looms (boo), and just two weeks from today, it will be Christmas day.

To escape the craziness that life in the city is at this time of year, I was lucky to hang out with friends Malcolm and Marion at their country home in Mirboo North this weekend.

It was a lovely weekend. With lots of highlights.

A photography shoot on Friday afternoon. (Mal is a photographer and I went along as he took group shots of seven cousins, as a Christmas gift for their grandparents).

The local Saturday Market.

A walk along the main street and a spot of shopping and bargain hunting.

A pavlova making lesson (thanks Marion).

A nest full of newly hatched chicks.

Watching Marion prepare sourdough loaves and the excitement as they rose between stages of kneading.

Smoochy cats and a long walk in the bush with the dogs.

An echidna.

A good thunderstorm and lots of rain.

Preparing and then sharing roast lamb together... followed by pavlova of course!

A game of scrabble, where I wasn't totally walloped.

Lots of fresh air, green fields, rolling hills and twisting roads for some fun driving.

Good company and lots of chat and laughs.

And last (but certainly not least) a new man in my life.

More pictures to follow tomorrow... right now, I'm going to bed.

It's been a big weekend.

A taste of Paris...

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With just 2 nights in Paris (and barely 3 days), we knew we would be unable to even brush the surface of all this magnificent city has to offer. We knew it would be impossible to do all that we wanted and that compromises would have to be made.

What we did not expect was to leave Paris having only visited ONE of our intended destinations. We did get to see a LOT of the Paris sites from the outside, but queues, closed days and even industrial action were barriers we had not anticipated.

We did not manage to get inside even one of the galleries we had wanted to visit, and given we had a list of at least three, we couldn't help but be disappointed. We made mistakes (which is clearer in hindsight of course) and a few of our decisions then had a domino effect, meaning we missed out on other options also.

But, let me assure you we still had a wonderful time. The Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame, The Musée D'Orsay, The Louvre, The Arc De Triomphe... we saw them all, if only from the outside. Thankfully they are all pretty amazing even on the outside, though of course it would have been nice to take a wander inside too! Que Sera, Sera. We were in PARIS!

We stayed in the Latin Quarter, within walking distance to the Musée du Luxembourg, a short bus trip into The Louvre and close to other attractions. Right next door to our hotel was an amazing patisserie and boulangerie. OMG. The camembert baguette we shared and the amaaaazing chocolate eclair alone were worth the trip across the English channel!!! Seriously, my mouth is just watering thinking about it!

So, you may ask, you didn't get to visit any of these attractions, what DID you see?

Well, we did (on the second attempt) manage to visit the Catacombs. It had been highly recommended, and we were determined to see it. We arrived on our second day, around 2:30 in the afternoon, to be met at the end of a lengthy queue, by a security officer who informed us that from that spot it would take us at least two hours to get in, and that they did not allow entry after 4pm. We were already too late.

We wandered away, disappointed at the latter end of a day of disappointments, and found a seat in a street side cafe and ordered hot chocolates (mouth is watering again!!!). It was nice to sit down and take a break.

We watched the world go by and enjoyed the (stumbling) banter with the (very patient) waiter. We sat and watched as the skies darkened and the wind changed direction. Clouds gathered as distant thunder approached. And as the wind picked up and the thunder grew louder, the skies opened. It was torrential. It was unforgiving, and it was landing right on top of the queue of people waiting at The Catacombs. From our sheltered position, we thanked our stars that we were not with them, sipped our drinks whilst savouring our good fortune!

We decided to return the next day, before our trip back to London, determined to see at least something on our 'must see' list. The next morning we arrived to find the queue was already long, though not too long to break our determination. As we were told it would take about 45 minutes to reach the entrance, and the skies were clear, we were committed. TWO hours later we finally started our descent into the Catacombs of Paris.

The tunnels hold the remains of about 6 million people (removed from the centuries old Cemetery of the Innocents), which now line 1.5kms of old tunnels and mines of Paris. It opened in the late 18th century as a tourist attraction and is an incredible place to visit. I highly recommend it, as long as you aren't too squeamish or claustrophobic. And that you can manage the narrow spiral staircases that lead in and out at each end.

As for the sites we missed, who knows, we may, (one day) return... I could be convinced based on the hot chocolate and incredible chocolate eclairs alone.

Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!

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One little acorn, oh were have you been?

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I've been to London to visit the Queen...

Funnily enough, I traveled all that way hoping to surprise Her Maj with my unexpected visit, and she was thinking exactly the same thing about me. Turns out, she was dropping by my place in Melbourne at the precise moment I was hoping on sharing a couple of scones and pot of tea with her at the palace!

Funny how things happen like that sometimes! I really must plan it a little more carefully next time! We are both busy people afterall...

Sagrada Familia, Barcelona #2

2011-11-17T21:00:00.008+11:00

So, let me give you a hint about traveling and technology...

Overnight is the perfect time to recharge your batteries (both physically and technologically), but be warned... when you recharge your camera overnight and get up early, specifically to beat the crowds and the long long queues, make sure BEFORE you depart for the day, you collect the battery from the said charger and put it in your camera.

Don't wait until you get to your destination to realise the battery is still attached to the powerpoint back in your hotel room.

Afterall, a camera without a battery is kinda useless! Trust me, I know.

Thankfully my iphone came to the rescue and through the magic of instagram, the photos still look pretty amazing.

Sagrada Familia, Barcelona...

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More Gaudi greatness...

Beautiful Barcelona...

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Barcelona is an incredible city with so much to see and do. For us, the highlights were without doubt all of the fabulous Gaudi architecture and the Picasso Museum.

Gaudi's architecture was bold, creative, innovative, artistic, prolific and beautiful. The scale and nature of his work was astounding and even the smallest of details were way beyond what I had imagined. That he was given the opportunity from early in his career to build and create such amazing buildings (mostly through his patron Eusebi Guell) was incredible and many of the buildings are now open as museums for the public to visit.

This is a great city to visit. Many of the sites of interest are in the central district and within easy walking distance of Las Ramblas. And if you want to venture further out, or you are not wanting to walk, the metro system is amazing - clean, prompt and clearly displayed, it's easy to navigate, even as a non Spanish speaker.

Barcelona is Gaudi central. But it also home to the incredible Picasso Museum, with an amazing collection of Picasso's works from his earliest years through to the end of his remarkable career. Make it high on the list. You won't be disappointed. His work from his teenaged years is truly awesome.

Here are some pics of some the wonderful places we were lucky enough to visit.

Casa Batillo

Sagrada Familia

Park Guell

Gaudi Home
Park Guell

La Pedrera

Small treasures...

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I am a collector. And love to be surrounded by my things. To have them displayed beautifully and be able to see them every day.

I like to have them within reach. To pick them up and feel their weight. Stroke the smooth surfaces, and the rough, the cool and the soft. I like to turn the items in my hands and consider them carefully.

To move them about. To make simple shrines. To find comfort in them. To hold my small treasures close gives me pleasure.

11.11.11

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Because a date like this deserves a post all of it's own.

Staying safe in Barcelona just requires a little common sense... and a chupa chup

2011-11-08T21:30:00.027+11:00

From the moment we started talking about traveling to Barcelona, we were warned about the dangers and the seedy reputation of the beautiful city's darker side.

We were warned about pickpockets, con-men, gypsies, and shysters.

"Watch out for pickpockets"...
"I just heard a friend of a friend had their suitcase stolen from the reception of their hotel as they booked in, so be careful"...
"When on the trains, watch out for card sharks"...
"Don't trust those buskers in Las Ramblas"...
"The gypsies work in groups you know... be alert"...

So when we booked accommodation (I had technology problems and was unable to book any of the places that came highly recommended on TripAdvisor) we relied on a travel agent.

She told us the best area to stay so that we would be in a safe area but also in the heart of the action. We emphasised our requirement for a central location where we would feel comfortable to come and go at any time of the day or night if we so pleased, and given her experience and knowledge of Barcelona (and lack of ours) we left it in her safe hands to organise.

On the morning we flew from London to Barcelona (knowing we were going to arrive around 8pm) I finally double checked the booking and our hotel location, only to find we had been booked into a hotel in the area our travel agent* had told us to avoid, which also happened to be in the old red light district. Trip advisor reviews were a mixed bunch, but on the whole the hotel location was an issue with many travelers. Unfortunately it was too late to change the booking.

We arrived after dark and my heart sank as I saw the narrow shadowed street where the hotel was located. It was a nice hotel, the staff were friendly and helpful, but their advice on how to get to and from the hotel in hours of darkness did not instill confidence.

The first night we ate locally at a little street side restaurant a few blocks from the hotel. It was a warm evening so there were lots of people out and about, the tables were full and well serviced by attentive waiters and we sat in the flickering lights and neon glow of the neighbouring strip club/porn shop and watched the world go by.

We followed the local custom of sitting with our handbags on our laps whilst dining, deciding it was a pretty good practice and if it was good enough for the locals, it was good enough for us!

Sangria, an enormous pan of paella and a few scuttling cockroaches later... and our warm welcome to Barcelona was complete!

Knowing we were staying in a 'less desirable' location, and with all the warnings ringing in our ears, we spent much of our time in Barcelona alert to our surroundings. We carried our handbags close to our bodies, and once we checked in to our hotel, we locked all our valuables in the safe in our room and carried only what we needed.

And we never had a problem. We walked everywhere, caught buses and the local metro and felt safe wherever we went. And whilst we never personally felt under threat and we left Barcelona with our wallets intact, I think it is fair to say, that problems do exist.

Tourist areas were a particular target and in one of the shops at Park Guell (a major Gaudi attraction at the top of the city), the first thing we noticed was a sign warning of pickpockets IN THE SHOP!!! Local signs, all tourist advice and even the shop keepers and market holders warned us to be careful.

Barcelona has a bad reputation not of violent crime, but of the 'petty' crime that removes passports and wallets from bags, steals cameras, mobiles and valuables and can generally ruins a holiday.

So, if you plan to visit Barcelona (or any other major city for that matter) take my advice...

Carry no more than what you can easily hold on to. Don't be flashy with jewelry or expensive accessories. Keep your valuables close, with bag zips hidden from prying eyes and hands. Try to know where you are going so you are not a target (avoid consulting maps and guidebooks in the streets if you can). Try NOT to look like a tourist. Dress as you would at home. And stay alert.

And whilst you are taking these simple precautions, try and remember not everyone is dangerous. Remember that people can be friendly and helpful and genuinely happy to be of assistance... without wanting to rob you! And remember to have fun. To enjoy your surroundings. To soak up the amazing atmosphere. Get out and enjoy the sights, just be careful.

Because, for all it's 'bad' reputation, Barcelona's reputation as an amazing city, is also well deserved. It is beautiful, fascinating, friendly, intriguing and welcoming. The old city centre with it's narrow lanes and hidden doorways is full of secrets and well worth exploring. The history is incredible and the art and architecture in particular is breathtaking! (another photo filled post to come)

One security guard we saw was standing guard with a baton at his side and chupa chup at the ready... I kid you not - a chupa chup! Supposedly he was ready for any sticky situation! (ha ha!)

*In our agent's defence, on the day of booking there were major computer issues and another agent booked the accommodation, and had I checked the booking earlier, it could have been changed, but I left it until it was too late.

Adios Barcelona, hello London, bonjour Paris...

2011-10-24T07:07:00.001+11:00

The last couple of weeks of my trip have been so so busy I have struggled to post. I will just have to do some catch up posts when I get back to Australia on the 31st of October, because I just know the next few days are going to be chock-a-block.

I will then be able to post images more successfully as I have a few issues using the blogger app on my mobile. I can't move the images once I have loaded them which I am finding quite frustrating.

But in the meantime, a quick summary if what we have been up to...

Barcelona was amazing. What a city. The art of Picasso and the architecture of Gaudi in particular were worth the trip. I will post more soon. About the crowds, the cost, the pickpockets, the sights.

We arrived back in London late last night and leave for another mini break tomorrow morning, this time 2 nights in Paris. As I said... go go go.

It so happens today is my birthday. I have had a lovely day in Richmond, London with my Mum and friends Lucia & Felipe. We shared an amazing lunch prepared with love by Lucia, followed it by a long walk along the Thames between Richmond and Kew Gardens and then topped it all off with an incredible chocolate cake ala Lucia. 2 slices each!

What a perfect way to spend one's birthday, with such special friends. How lucky I am. We will see them when we get back from Paris, catch up again... and no doubt shed a few tears when we say our goodbyes on Friday.

Unfortunately time is running out and we will be heading back to Aus at the end of this week. And whilst I am looking forward to my own bed, some warmer weather and seeing family and friends, I will be very sad to say goodbye.

Being in the hot seat on a double decker bus...

2011-10-15T08:32:00.001+11:00

I'm not one for history. Not of the 'old' type of history where I have to remember dates at least.

Which is pretty sad for someone travelling in a country brimming, positively overflowing and steeped in the stuff.

So much here is just so bloody old. There's just no avoiding it... Buildings, monuments, artwork, wars, traditions, victories and tragedies. This was all being created, invented, built and discovered here many generations before white man even set foot on Australian shores. Centuries.

And whilst I've just said it doesn't really interest me, as a person who resides in a country where buildings have a use by date, it's hard not to be impressed in a place like this. Just a little bit. And perhaps also (just a little bit) embarrassed about my historical ignorance.

I got talking to a guy on the bus the other day who started asking me all these questions about Australia and it's history, it's politics, it's literary and geographical details. It was hard not to start hyperventilating. It was like school exams all over again, but worse, because I have no doubt my answers were being scored by others on the bus too, not just by my seat-mate.

When he asked me who I considered was the greatest Australian, I didn't have an answer.

I responded (as one does when one is cornered) by turning it back on him, by asking him who he thought was Britain's greatest person. It silenced him for a moment, but he considered it as his exam questions continued, and managed to come up with a selection of responses during our remaining conversation.

It was an impressive group that included Shakespeare, Elizabeth I, Dickens, Darwin. Undoubtedly (historically at least) great people. And not a sportsman amongst them.

And so the question remains. Who IS the greatest Australian? Maybe we haven't got one yet. Maybe Australia hasn't had enough history yet. Or maybe I haven't.

So, what do you think?

Birthday wishes...

2011-10-14T03:28:00.001+11:00

Today (October 13) would have been my brother Jezza's 47th birthday.

Every day he is in my thoughts.
Every day I love and miss him.
Every day I wish he was here still.

This pic was taken in Stoke Newington, where we used to live in the late 80's and early 90's. Mum and I went back there earlier this week, stopping for a quick drink at one of the local pubs.

Art & drama in London...

2011-10-13T08:30:00.000+11:00

We continue to keep busy. The pace is relentless and the list of destinations is seemingly endless.

I'll admit to craving a day of rest. A day where we can stay local, stay away from London underground, a day where we can hang out and do pretty much nothing... But then, as we did this morning, we look again at the list of things we still want to do and realise there really isn't time to rest. For now in any case.

Today, as every day, it was worth the extra burst of energy.

First up this morning we headed to Shakespeare's Globe Theatre, followed by the Tate Modern. Both were high on our must see list, and both were new destinations since the last time I was in London.

The Globe Theatre is open by tour only and was introduced to us by a very theatrical and excellent guide. It is a remarkable building and it was easy to imagine a play on the stage. Unfortunately the season is over for this year so we were unable to view a performance, but it was still well worth a visit.

After we had finished there, we walked less than 5 minutes to the converted Bankside power station next door, which is now home to the Tate Modern.

The 7 levels of modern art ranging from photography and sculpture to multimedia, painting and art installations is extensive and too much to absorb in one visit. But wow.

I was especially taken with a temporary exhibition by artist Taryn Simon called "A living man declared dead and other chapters. I-XVIII" which was created over the course of 4 years. It was a touching and insightful photographic display and narrative. Well worth a visit if you happen to be in London anytime before January 2nd 2012. I'd love to hear your thoughts if you get to see it.

Tomorrow we are having a break of sorts... a day out of town with a trip to Oxford. At least on the trip there and back we get to sit down for a while!

Squeezing all we can into six weeks...

2011-10-08T06:38:00.004+11:00

I sat on the tube on my first day in London... Listened to the scraping and squealing of the wheels on the rails, the beeps announcing the closing of the doors, the "mind the gap" warnings... I felt the uneven jolting and rocking of the carriages and the gusts of stale air as underground tunnels were negotiated... And I felt as if I had never been away.

So many things have remained as I remember them. I have been genuinely surprised to find streets are lined with many of the same shops. That buses travel the same routes to the same destinations. Pubs still smell the same (sans the stale smell of cigarettes) and bar staff still welcome patrons with the standard "alright?"

The chaos of central London is certainly more frantic, and yet the relative calm of Richmond (where I used to live, and am now lucky to be staying) feels like the haven it always did.

And as for my long list of things 'uncool' about London in yesterday's post, rest assured, there are so many more things that ARE cool. London public transport is awesome. The history, the tradition, the icons of London are ageless and still take my breath away. The art is brilliant. The shopping is varied and full of treasures (and a lot of crap too!). The shows are vibrant and affordable (if you're willing to sit in the gods!)

The scale of everything here is breathtaking. Each turn uncovers another icon or a hidden treasure. It's easy to fill hours just walking the streets and catching the sights or grabbing a seat somewhere and watching the world go by.

I am loving being back here after all this time. Every now and then I pinch myself to remind myself I am here and how lucky we are to be able to spend six weeks exploring and enjoying it all.

So far I have returned to many places I have been before, but I have also explored new areas too. Windsor and it's castle, Trafalgar Square, Big Ben and parliament, the London Eye, Covent Garden, Piccadilly Circus, Oxford Street, Hyde Park... Hampton Court Palace, the National Gallery, the British Museum, the Wallace Collection, Kew Gardens. Les Miserables. A long weekend in Aberdeen, Scotland visiting family friends.

Phew! Did I say we'd been busy?

Being a tourist is exhausting. But there's still so much to see and do...

There's still the Globe Theatre, Portobello and Spitalfields markets, The Mousetrap, the Foundling museum, the Tate Gallery... And a few trips out of London... a trip to Bath or Salisbury where we can also catch up with blogging friend Trash... we have a four night trip to Barcelona booked and (time permitting) we might even squeeze in a two night break in Paris. Not to mention catching up with Lucia & Felipe when they get back from Brazil.

Busy times.

Busy busy times.

Not everything is cool in London...

2011-10-07T08:23:00.001+11:00

Food poisoning is not cool.
Stepping and then standing in front of someone looking at a painting in a gallery is not cool.
Picking your nose on public transport is not cool.
Eating it is definitely not cool.
Singing louder than the performers during a West End show is not cool.
Leaning forward in your theatre seat so that you block the view of the person behind you is not cool.
Having a full on argument with your husband on the tube, with someone sitting between you, is not cool.
Not returning reservation emails is not cool.
Missing a bus and having to wait for another in the rain is not cool.
Blisters on blisters are not cool.
Smothering yourself in perfume and using public transport is not cool.
Littering is not cool.
People speaking at full volume on their mobile phones on public transport are not cool.
Whinging is not cool.

Incredible London...

2011-09-22T19:00:00.000+10:00

Well here I am, back in the motherland and still a little bit amazed I am here!

Good friends from when I lived here 15 years ago contacted me in July to say they were off to Brazil for a month and offered me and my Mum the use of their flat. Refusal was not an option of course. What an incredible offer.

As you know, I have been here since Sunday... since then I have been jumping on busses into central London and locally, walking heaps, and stopping every now and again to pinch myself. I have been talking about returning for so long now, it still doesn't quite feel real. And yet funnily enough it all feels very comfortable and familiar. Strange.

Mum arrives tomorrow and will take a few days to recover and then we'll be go go go. Mum is keen to do some family history research and the national archives are within walking distance, so that's perfect and London is definitely calling!

We have no set plans, but will spend quite a bit of time in London, galleries, museums, soaking up the atmosphere visiting a few old favourite places, and probably do a few side trips.

We're planning a trip to Aberdeen to visit with friends and hopefully a short break in Barcelona to get some sun and see the Gaudi sights.

No doubt it all sounds rather vague, and it is... But we will make some decisions in the coming days and then prob change them as we go! We head back to Australia via Abu Dhabi on Oct 29, so we have time to be a bit flexible.

I have never been to Barcelona before, so any advice/recommendations would be great.

Same same but different

2011-09-19T12:12:00.001+10:00

Well I'm back in London. After 15 years absence. I got to thinking on the plane (at some point in my 24 hour plus journey) what the hell was I doing? Spending 6 weeks of my leave in the UK, much of which will be covering old ground. The trek to get here was as direct as nearly 17,000kms can be, But it is SUCH a long way. And uncomfortable. And more than a little scary.

BUT. Travel aside and less than 24 hours in the UK? I'm so pleased I have come. And whilst I last left London in 1996, and there have definitely been changes, everything is so so familiar. The tube. The busses. The hustle and bustle. The same old winding streets. The Thames.

I walked from my hotel down and along the Thames to meet up with good friends coming to meet me walking in the opposite direction. It was a beautiful walk along a familiar path and I wandered along quite happily breathing it all in. The sun was out, as were fellow wanderers, a few squirrels, Canadian geese, white swans. And 40 minutes later I was reunited with my good friends Lucia and Felipe. The smiles were broad, the hugs tight and filled with laughter. 15 years since we saw each other last, and it was the same as it always was.

It was a great first day.

It's nearly 3am here. I've been awake for an hour now. Jetlag of course. But with a few more hours sleep and a decent breakfast, I'll be out and about and checking the sights.

I will continue to blog as much as I can and stay in touch. I don't expect three will be many 3am posts after tonight though.

I definitely have to post about the guesthouse which is my home until Wednesday. It looks like a castle from the outside and more than needing a little TLC on the inside. And just a little bit spooky on my own!

911

2011-09-11T23:30:00.001+10:00

Ten years ago on September 11 2001, our lives were changed at the hands of a select group of people crazed by hatred. It denied the free world of their innocence and it stole thousands of people of their lives and their futures.

One year ago, I stood at ground zero on this morning and paused in silence as NYC stopped to reflect and remember their terrible loss.

This year, on this ten year anniversary, my thoughts are again in NYC.

Blogging on the run...

2011-09-09T22:03:00.001+10:00

A friend just sent me a message to let me know blogger now has a ap for my phone. Thought I'd better give it a try... With just one week before I head to the UK, if it works well, I'll be using it a lot over the next few weeks.

Selling my life on EBAY...

2011-08-24T20:50:00.005+10:00

It's been crazy busy here for what seems like weeks now. So many things to tell you about, but even though I have potential posts galore, I also know how distracting and time consuming blogging can be.

I miss it and I miss you too, and I will get back to it (and you) soon, I promise.

Because there is news. Lots of news.
Study in the new year, overseas travel departure in the next few weeks, an unsuccessful bid for redundancy, a reshuffle at home, a big clearout, and a new flat mate.

See what I mean? It's BIG.

And because I have just spent the last couple of hours loading stuff onto ebay (and isn't THAT exhausting) I wanted to just drop by and tell you to go take a look. Because you might just find a bargain or two... and there is more (lots more) to come!

I sell under the username onelittleacorn, and there are bargains to be had. Unfortunately anything big/awkward will have to be collected in person and there are Melbourne readers out there who this might suit, but don't despair for those further afield, some things can be posted, so it's not restricted to Melbourne buyers.

To all you Artists out there, wanting to frame up your creations, I have 4 Ikea 70 cm x 50 cm timber edged frames for sale. They are still in their wrapping and currently sell instore for $59 each. In my ebay sale the current bid is $49.99. And that's for ALL 4 in one lot. They are a GREAT GREAT buy. You have 3 days left to grab this deal!

Also, there are Ikea shelves - (you don't even have to assemble them! I've done that for you!) with a current bid of $89.

There are a few vintage bits and bobs and there will be some crafty books to come in the next few days. There is furniture, cds, DVD's, wooden cotton reels, a Dualit toaster, an unused juicer, some lanterns and an old bakelite radio to come.

Everything but the proverbial kitchen sink!
Come one, come all! The fun is just beginning.
(Listing seems to be taking me ages, so there are not a huge amount of things as yet... but check in again, because there will be more added every day).

Here is a link that will (hopefully) get you to all of my listings in one view...
Yippeee!

Winter sunshine...

2011-08-07T20:30:00.000+10:00

It has been an absolutely spectacular weekend. Blue skied sun-shiny days, cold nights with open fires and family in my favourite place.

Happy Birthday to my big brother Tim. xxx

Back to work tomorrow.
Blah.

Winter beauty...

2011-07-17T17:00:00.000+10:00

Here is a picture taken of my Mum in the 50's and beside it a bunch of violets straight from my garden. I picked them a few hours ago and their fragrance has since filled my studio. I am posting them here for my Mum along with a virtual big hug in the hope she feels better this week. She has been sick for 2 weeks now and still not feeling improved.

I wish I could send her their perfume too.
They smell so beautiful.

Get well Mum.
Love you.
xxx

London Calling...

2011-07-11T20:30:00.003+10:00

There was a time I called London home.

I returned to Australia in 1996, having lived there for nearly 8 years, and I have missed it ever since.

It's been a long time. Too long, yes?

Well, in September, I will be returning at last. And I am totally excited. I can't wait to visit with old friends, go back to some favourite places, to see the sights, to haunt the galleries, to soak up the atmosphere.

In some ways, I feel like I'm heading home.

Turn your face to the sun...

2011-06-23T19:53:00.000+10:00

Turn your face to the sun and the shadows fall behind you.
~Maori Proverb

I have a lot on my mind right now.

Big decisions.

Frightening, exciting, exhilarating, terrifying decisions.

To avoid them, to take the easy, comfortable, stay-stuck-in-a-rut direction, would be to turn away from the sun.

And you all know how much I like the sun.

This is what it sounds like...

2011-06-21T16:28:00.002+10:00

A friend from work is part of an all male choir and they'll be performing this weekend in Caulfield in Melbourne. Unfortunately I won't be able to make it, but maybe you can...

“THIS IS WHAT IT SOUNDS LIKE”
Saturday 25 June 2011
3pm & 7.30pm
Glen Eira Town Hall, Caulfield

They do songs like Chasing Cars and It's My Life.

Tickets
Concessions $20
Adults $25

Expect that the child ticket would be less than concession.

Check comments as Sam is dropping by my blog this evening and will hopefully add the details there.

From there to here, and here to there...

2011-06-20T19:30:00.003+10:00

"From there to here, and here to there, funny things are everywhere."

Dr Seuss

Living the mantra...

2011-06-19T21:00:00.002+10:00

What is a mantra worth, if you don't live it as fully as you can?

Surely it is powerful only if you embrace it with all your determination.

It is more powerful still if you focus on it, grasp it firmly and live it wholly.

My favourite places...

2011-05-30T22:05:00.002+10:00

Point Lonsdale Lighthouse.

This is one of my favourite places.

Where is yours?

I wish I was...

2011-05-23T08:05:00.001+10:00

It's Monday morning.
Another working week begins.

I wish I was camping...

Image from a new found website - I love trailers

Just one of those perfect Autumn days...

2011-05-22T11:38:00.000+10:00

Autumn is without doubt beautiful.
Perfect autumn days are sharp.

The sky is bright blue.
The air clear.
The earth is damp and rich.
The sun still warm.
And you can't deny the colours are magnificent.

Closed for business? No way!

2011-04-28T21:30:00.024+10:00

I'm not closed for business... quite the opposite. I know it's been over a month since I last posted and there is lots to catch up on, so let me at least begin.

The new job is not so new any more. And whilst there's been a lot to learn and it's taken me a while to settle in, the feedback has been good. I'm doin ok. Mostly. Unfortunately (whilst I think I am doing a good job) I am not enjoying the work particularly. Try as I might, I cannot be inspired. At best it is tedious. At worst, mind numbing, frustrating, uninspiring. It is not my dream-job for sure.

BUT.

The great thing about my new job, is it's closer to home, and I am now working 7.30am - 3.30pm, which I love love love. The combination of the hours and the location, means that if I head straight home, I arrive home TWO hours earlier than I used to from my old job. Yes, TWO entire hours!

And THAT is the clincher. THAT is the payoff. THAT is what keeps me getting up and going to work each day (at least for now). And in the absence of enthusiasm for my work, I have been using my 'bonus' hours to redress the work/life balance somewhat.

So with all this additional free time, why haven't I been blogging? Dropping by and leaving comments? Why have I been so silent?

Well... I have been trying to use this time constructively to do more (other stuff) that I want to do... more writing... more art... more creating...

I have started writing my book. I have chatted with a few select people about it to get some constructive feedback. I have been journalling. I have been doing a bit of painting. And drawing. I even picked up, tuned and strummed my guitar last week. I have been out on my bike. I have been making the most of the gorgeous autumnal sunshine and sitting in the park with a favourite magazine. I have been watching TED video's and being inspired. Listening to podcasts and audio books while I 'work'. I have been to the movies. And I have done a bit of a clear out. I have walked on the beach.

And whilst I need to do more of the above (and certainly more blogging), at least I am doing SOMETHING.

So no, I am not closed for business... quite the opposite.

Wordless Wednesday...

2011-03-23T07:20:00.000+11:00

Wordless Wednesday is hosted by faith hope and a whole lotta love blog.

Come join in the fun!

Wordless Wednesday...

2011-03-09T20:53:00.000+11:00

So often I do not post because I'm not sure what to write... or maybe I think you won't be interested, so I figure, why bother... or the words get all tangled from thoughts to keys and so I give up.

Having the opportunity to take part in the "Wordless Wedensday" meme hosted by Sarah at "Faith Hope & a whole lotta Love" seems rather too good to ignore.

So here I am.
(mostly) wordless.
Cheers!

Where to begin?

2011-03-05T23:11:00.000+11:00

I have an absolute stack of books that I am attempting to read at the moment (this is just the first pile)...
I have so many, I'm not even sure where to begin...
Any recommendations on where to start?

Today is the 31st of February...

2011-03-03T22:00:00.007+11:00

Today is the 31st of February... well according to my clock it is anyway.

And the fact that it's taken me until after 8pm on Thursday March 3rd to realise I need to change the date on my clock, is a pretty good indicator of me losing track of time the last few days... Somewhere I lost the beginning of the week.

Last weekend I visited Mal and Marion in Mirboo North where Mal opened the doors of his photographic gallery Ridgway Studio for the first time. Exciting times, and it was great to see him get excited and nervous and be proud of his work.

The sun shone and the day was a success. It was fun to hang out and help get the last bits done (though in truth I didn't do much, as it was pretty much done anyway!) It was lovely to catch up with Marion and visit with Nino, Elvis and Pixel, and share drinks with their neighbours at the end of the day.

And then, in the dark hours of Sunday morning I was hit with some sort of gastro bug, which saw me wave my goodbyes and head home early Sunday morning. So I was home and in bed by midday where I spent most of the next two and a half days.

As a quick aside... to anyone who might have the same (stupid) idea as me... Mc Donalds on the road trip home does not prove to have any curative effect (surprise surprise!) It never makes me feel any better when I feel good - why should it when I already feel crap? Whatever was I thinking? Anyway... be warned.

So. Until Wednesday morning when I returned to work, I left the house for 3 things only.
A visit to the doctor.
A walk to the local 7-11 for bread and dry ginger.
A short walk to the letterbox late Tuesday evening undercover of darkness.

It goes without saying... being sick sucks.
Being sick and single, sucks even more.
There is no-one to moan to, or to cook you toast with vegemite.
There is no-one to turn off the telly when you can't be arsed to get up and do it yourself.
There is no-one to turn out the light at 2pm when you're on the verge of an afternoon nap and the light hurts your eyes.
There is no-one to check on you, or rub your back, or get you a drink.
Or just be there.

Despite my miseries and whining about my single status, I am now fine and feel safe to venture more than 50 meters from the nearest amenities!
It's made me grateful for...
My (generally good) health
A decent stock of toilet paper
Skype with Mum and Dad
Friends who offer to drop off supplies and send me random sms messages to check in on me
My heavenly bed
My iPhone
A couple of favourite DVDs
and Aloe vera tissues (No I didn't have a cold, but the tissues were a godsend!)

To the people who invented aloe vera tissues, please take note - there is a definite market for aloe vera toilet paper. It's a serious contender for invention of the year. Seriously. Do it.

Pleeeeaaase...

I for one will buy some and have it tucked away for special occasions!

Could it be me in National Geographic? The question finally answered...

2011-02-16T18:30:00.001+11:00

Many moons ago, way back in October 2009, I wrote a post about a chance event where I stumbled upon a copy of a National Geographic from 1991, that was especially significant to me. It's amazing that I found it really, given it was amongst so many others that dated as far back as 1967!

The chance of finding such a treasure in so many magazines was quite remarkable, and yet the title on the spine just happened to catch my eye and I was drawn to it. I call it a treasure, because not only was there an article in that particular issue that covered a journey along the Zaire River that I had taken myself in 1989, but I suspected that (perhaps) I may have actually been in one of the photos.

It was an exciting prospect. And within days I had sent an email to the photographer Bob Caputo via his website and waited eagerly for his reply.

And waited...
and waited...
and (yes, you guessed it)... waited some more.
And no reply came.

Some months later, I revisited the search and eventually tracked him down on facebook, and sent him a message there too. Not surprisingly (I don't think he is a consistent FB user) I still didn't hear from him.

Then just the other night, when it came up in conversation, a friend said not to give up the search and suggested I try twitter. That night, I did as she suggested - but once AGAIN with no luck.

However, re-motivated I returned to his website to see if there was anything new... and there was a new link to another website (a collaboration with another photographer) and so I went to take a look... Seemed it was quite recently updated and quite active too, and so, I found the contacts page and sent another message.

And I waitied.

But this time, the wait was rewarded with a reply less than 9 hours later! How exciting! Bob sent me a greeting and (having read my previous post) finally answered the question that I had been eagerly awaiting!

Could it be me in National Geographic?

Hi Jacinta
Thanks so much for the email - sorry I didn't get the earlier ones you mentioned. Glad you could track me down.
Sounds as if you had a really wonderful time in Africa. I enjoyed reading your blog. Sadly, it isn't you in the photo of the boat on the Congo (or Zaire at the time). I made the trip (twice) in 1990, and both times went the other direction - from Kinshasa to Kisingani. Sorry about that. I'm sure that if we'd been on the same boat we would have met.
Really nice to hear from someone who made that trip. As you said, it is very hard to explain to anyone who hasn't been on the boat. Those trips were definitely high points of my travelling life.
Thanks again for getting in touch.

Yours, Bob

Well, I can't say I'm not disappointed, because I am. How incredible it would have been to actually be in a photo in a magazine that has fascinated me for as long as I can remember. A publication that was no doubt instrumental in developing my curiosity and love for other cultures and the natural world.

Nevertheless, it's still a beautiful article that brings to life the very same trip I took in 1989, at the innocent age of 21. It was an incredible journey then, and now even more so, because I can reflect on it whenever I wish by opening the pages of the November 1991 National Geographic, reading the article and gazing at the magical photography of Bob Caputo.

Thanks Bob.

Love one another...

2011-02-14T07:00:00.001+11:00

Love one another and you will be happy.

It's as simple and as difficult as that.
Michael Leunig

Happy Valentine's Day everyone.

xxx

Happy Birthday One Little Acorn...

2011-02-09T16:00:00.000+11:00

Hey!
It's my bloggy birthday today!

I am 4 years old!

Yes, FOUR!

Four years ago today I published my very first post! Since then I have published 442 more (this being my 444th).

It's a nice round number isn't it, 444? For 4 years!

For many bloggers, I'm guessing that's not much, but I'm ok with that. Sure, I would like to blog more, but life is busy. Besides, that's 111 posts each year of blogging, which is 2 posts a week on average. That's not bad. Not bad at all.

Happy Birthday OLA!

Magical Melbourne...

2011-02-08T21:40:00.007+11:00

I grew up on the coast of Victoria, about an hour and a half from Melbourne. As a child, going to the city was always a special occasion. I was lucky that my parents loved the arts and I remember visiting the National Gallery of Victoria and running my fingers through the water that ran continuously down the waterwall at the Gallery's entrance arch, and lying on the floor under the spectacular Leonard French stained glass ceiling in the Great Hall.

It was here I first gazed in wonder at the art of Australian and international artists. Where I was introduced to Jackson Pollock, Arthur Boyd, John Brack, Tom Roberts and Sidney Nolan. And the thought provoking paintings of Frederick McCubbin. Artists and paintings I revisit to this day.

Nowadays I am lucky and grateful to call Melbourne my home. I live withing 6kms of the city and often walk there to take a look around on a weekend. Now there is even more to entice me into the city, on the basis of arts alone. Federation 'Fed' Square, Melbourne's active street art and many many independent galleries hidden in city side streets and lanes... are all waiting to be explored.

Degraves Street is a perfect place to meet friends or hang out by yourself, and if you want something a little more subdued, 'The Journal' is a favourite of mine (they do an awesome chai).

Flinders Lane, Degraves Street and the Nicholas Building are a great place to start if you want to find a few hidden treasures, or a great place to grab a coffee (or chai) and just soak up the atmosphere. There are any number of indoor and outdoor cafés to relax and watch the world go by.

What a great city we have just waiting to explore. So, to anyone who lives here, or has been to Melbourne as a visitor, I'd be interested to know... what do you love about Melbourne? Any hidden treasures you'd care to share or recommend for a visit?

Facebook. Love it or hate it, it sure is funny sometimes...

2011-02-05T10:45:00.000+11:00

This was posted by a friend this week on facebook... you may well have seen it already, but I just HAD to share it here. Totally hillarious!

Oh, and to the moron who accused the "Words for Friends" FB page of being Big Brother because they asked a question about how often you play the game... I think you're a little late with your concerns. I think you joined the Big Brother network the day you signed up for FB.

Don't want Big Brother watching you? You might want to stay off the internet all together. Aye aye aye.

Day three - where's the life-raft?

2011-02-02T21:40:00.004+11:00

I had that feeling today like I'm swimming as hard as I can, but drowning despite my efforts.

It's day 3.

It's a new job.

New rules.

New people.

New ways of doing things.

My expectations are high.

It's such a terrible feeling though, not knowing what I am doing... having to ask question upon question. Where assumptions are made that explanations are not required or verbal briefs are enough, when often they are totally inadequate.

I am missing the comfort and ease of my old job, but I know this is right. I know it takes time to settle in. This is change for the better. And this feeling is all about doing something new and being challenged.

And yet, I hate that feeling of gasping for air.

Shouldn't I be doing an easy backstroke by now?

Sometimes it's the little things...

2011-01-31T20:30:00.000+11:00

I had to post this little pic today, because it was so much fun to create... I just love the the tilt-shift effect.

Thanks to Bricolagelife for her post, filled with her fun photos that inspired me to go take a look myself.

What do you think? Want to give it a go too? Well, here is the link to the Tilt Shift Maker to try for yourself. You can do it to. Go on, give it a go, it's super easy and it's quite addictive.

Once you've created some pics you like, post them and leave me a comment - I'd love to see how you go! I am going to post a couple more over the next few days.

Saying goodbye is never easy...

2011-01-28T08:00:00.032+11:00

I am hopeless at saying good-byes. I try to keep them short and sweet because I get emotional otherwise. Which generally means I don't manage to say the things I want to say.

And more often than not, I cry. Why you ask? Well, 'coz that's just what I do! I try not to, which means when the tears do ultimately come (and they nearly always do), it ain't pretty! It gets all gulpy and blotchy and runny. Just plain embarrassing really.

Today is going to be full of fond farewells.

After-all, you don't work in one place for five years without making friends. Good ones. And despite the fact that I am ready to begin the challenges of a new job, I am not happy about leaving so many great people behind.

Five years working in the same place has it's pitfalls and there are many things I will not miss. BUT. I will miss the people I have worked with for so long. People who have made me laugh, kept me busy, listened (and not listened), brought me back to earth, even shared a few tears... and through it all, kept me sane. I can probably even blame a bit of the crazy on a few of them as well!

Regardless. I have made good friends. And for that I am so so grateful. Because at the end of the day, good people are what makes an ordinary job good. And a good job great.

So to all of you who kept me sane and made my working day all the easier, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. I will miss you.

Saying good-bye is the hardest thing.

Be Open to Change...

2011-01-27T08:00:00.000+11:00

This is my mantra for 2011.

Inspired by Patti Digh's "4 Word Self Help" methods and book, I decided to create a 4 word phrase that would encompass all that I want for 2011. And believe me there is a lot I want. And change pretty much covers every aspect. So "Be Open To Change" is perfect.

I went to Camp Creative with the hope of having a light-bulb moment and came away slightly disappointed. I didn't find new direction (though some existing ones have been poked and prodded a little) and I didn't find a new exciting career. Granted, my expectations were high, and I guess at the end of the day (as I have always known) it's down to me.

So... Change in 2011.
Where does one begin?
Well, already there is movement.

Tomorrow will be my last day in my current job, working at The Good Guys Support Centre. The company I work for is a supplier for TGG and I have been working at their premises for nearly 5 years.

Up until late last year, I was running the studio that creates TGG press and in-store advertising. And then, just before I left to the States in August last year, I was told they were 'replacing' me and my fellow manager with one manager to oversee the entire team... and that I would be returning to a more 'hands on' role. True to their word, on the day I arrived back from leave seven weeks later, my replacement began and my job changed.

Stepping away from the role of running the studio has taken some amount of adjustment, but it's been especially good to release the responsibilities that had become so stressful and also to get back to design, page build and layout. It's been fun and refreshing to be part of the team, instead of in charge of it.

And then (sounding familiar), just before Christmas, I was offered another role, doing much of the same in a smaller team, far closer to home. It will save me money in tolls, and time and stress on the roads, and being that I wanted change, I said YES.

So next week, it's a new beginning and I am looking forward to it. A different team. A different client. A different location to work and explore.

And whilst this may not be the change that will set my working life alight, it IS change. And as they say, "a change is as good as a holiday". It's a start.

Happy Australia Day...

2011-01-26T08:00:00.013+11:00

Ned Kelly here was a sculpture I saw recently at Dubbo Regional Gallery. I'm sorry to say I don't have the artist's name, though it was in a group exhibition by young artists.

I love it.

Happy Australia Day everyone.

May we continue to be the lucky country.

I used to run a dating agency for chickens, but I was struggling to make hens meet...

2011-01-25T08:00:00.006+11:00

Artwork by mogupom

I have a friend who I met through work 10 years ago who I now call Darwin Dave. Because (funnily enough) his name is Dave, and when he moved to Darwin a few years back, I combined the two and since the name had a ring to it, it stuck.

Although he moved all the way to Darwin, we have kept in touch, mostly through the wonders of technology. Skype, facebook, sms and email... interspersed with a rare face to face visit, have allowed us to stay in touch despite the distance.

And he makes me laugh. The title of the post was an sms he sent to me one day. It appeals to my rather silly sense of humour. And the fact he sent it to me during a dull day at work, totally made my day.

We have a similar outlook on many things, and whilst we don't always agree, we are both pretty straight talkers. Even when we don't see eye to eye, I like the fact that he speaks his mind - sometimes with a bluntness that is both shocking and amusing! In any case, he is not precious and I know I can have an opinion and it is unlikely to offend.

Our most recent discussions revolve around his FB profile pic.

I have friends on FB who frequently change their profile pictures. Me? Never. I like it as it is. And I rarely find a pic of myself that I like, so it's likely to stay that way. And besides, I can't be bothered!

Dave however is more adventurous than me and changes his every now and again. For some time his profile pic had been worrying me... in fact I was finding it quite disturbing. I am happy to tell you, it was NOT a pic of him, but some character unknown to me, but every time I looked at it, it made my skin crawl...

So. I let it go for some time, but eventually I had to say something...

OK Dave
Enough.
You've really gotta change your profile pic.
There. I said it.
It gives me the creeps. Please.

I love the way that I could say that to him and know he wouldn't take it personally.
I also love that within the day, he had changed his profile pic (thanks Dave, I can now sleep without the light on again).
AND I also love the fact that he didn't let me off the hook so easily and followed it up with an explanation as to the character's origins.

Turns out it was Alex* from "A Clockwork Orange" his favourite movie from when he was just 18. He sent me a youtube link to a preview and encouraged me to check it out. Which I did. But to no avail. He still gave me the creeps... but at least I tried.

When I was 18, I told him, it was Back to The Future, hardly as mind blowing and a movie which was somewhat easier watching.

Well, surprise surprise, turns out DD is a BTTF fan too and shared a bit of trivia with me, which I just have to share here.

Did you know...
A lot of the music in the first movie was Huey Lewis and the News.
In the scene where Marty's band was trying out for the school social, the teacher with the megaphone that told them they were too loud, was Huey Lewis. A bit of Spielberg humour.

Also...
Most of the scenes in the first movie were at night because Michael J Fox was working on "Family Ties" during the day, and consequently did most of the movie in a state of exhaustion.

And, one last thing (this time my personal trivia)... The day I went to see the movie way back in 1985, was the exact date they travelled to in the movie. For weeks I was convinced they must have changed the date each day the movie showed! Not my brightest moment perhaps, but I still think it was a great idea.

In any case... I love the fact that last night I noticed DD has a pic of the Doc as his profile pic...

Good one Dave.

*I considered posting DD's Clockwork Orange profile pic here so you could see what I mean, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. If you look at the youtube link, he's the main guy.

Just call me Nana Mouskouri...

2011-01-24T09:00:00.005+11:00

One of the things I did over the Christmas break was get my eyes tested. And, as I had suspected, I needed glasses.

So here I am. All Nana Mouskouri like.

And if you think you're going to see a real photo, well think again! Now I have glasses I can see all the wrinkles that up until now have been faint lines... and it ain't pretty let me tell you. It's taking me some getting used to.

Quite frankly, I'm not about to publish a photo without some serious retouching first! Or botox.

Red door...

2011-01-23T08:00:00.004+11:00

I have had a tin of red paint in my 'works' cupboard for over 3 years now, earmarked for my front door. It's a deep strong red, is oil based (messy) and it's called "red hill"

A few weeks ago, on a warm Saturday I finally, finally managed to paint one coat.

And then I went away. And the door remained a patchy red. Until yesterday.

Coat two made a huge difference to the depth of colour and it's looking pretty good.

And today? The final coat begins.
Yes, that's my weekend folks!
Pretty exciting stuff huh!

So many posts, so little time...

2011-01-22T22:07:00.000+11:00

It's amazing the amount of blog posts I write in my head that I never publish. I have good intentions.

I intend to write them, and I intend to publish them, and... and...

oh whatever, enough of the excuses.

This week I am going to post EVERY day.

Rain rain go away...

2011-01-11T18:30:00.004+11:00

I have been complaining about the rain for the last few days now. Basically since we arrived in Bellingen on Sunday. Because I hate the rain, and as we drove down from Dorrigo along the Waterfall Way, the weather deteriorated until the fog settled in to the hills and then cleared and changed to rain as we drove into Bellingen.

And the rain has continued ever since.

When there is a break, it doesn't last for long, and then it starts all over again. Yesterday the river was up. At just 1 metre under the bridge at lunchtime, they were expecting it to be underwater by this morning. By the time we walked to camp creative this morning the river was nearly 2 metres above the bridge. That's a rise of close to 3 metres in less than 24 hours.

People staying on the other side of the river have been effected the most, being unable to cross at the normal crossing, they have had to take an alternate route into town, adding over 1/2 hour drive to what should take minutes.

Thankfully, where we are staying is elevated and well above the river and despite the inconvenience of the rain, we are fine. Dry in the most part. We hope to see sunshine later in the week and in the meantime we hope the town is not cut off from the coast which is our departure route home.

From the veranda where I am typing this post, I can see the bursting river flowing at a rapid pace toward the coast. A kookaburra laughs from a distant tree and Sting sings "ain't no sunshine when she's gone..." Now ain't THAT the truth.

But while I sit here in relative comfort, I am far more concerned and so saddened about the developing story in QLD. The unfolding tragedy in Toowoomba and the utter devastation to lives, familes, homes and businesses in so many areas. And my thoughts are with them... and I just wish it would stop raining.

50th Wedding Anniversary...

2011-01-10T19:30:00.011+11:00

50 years ago on January 7th, 1961, my Mum and Dad were married.
Yes, 50 years!
It's been quite a trip.
It's rather a lot to fathom really, but this post hopefully brings it all together nicely...

During their 50 years together they have ...
Lived in 9 homes
Owned 6 cars
Taught at 16 different schools

They have...
had 3 children...
All of them beautiful children I might add - 2 boys and a girl (yours truly)
Changed 1000s of nappies
Soothed millions of tears - many with the aid of mercurachrome and bandaids.
Read more than 3,000 bedtime stories

Attended at least 72 teacher/parent interviews, plus a few "additional" meetings...
Watched and played countless games of sport (mostly golf)
Shared at least 50,000 meals
Sung Happy Birthday at least 250 times to each other or to their children
Created legendary childrens' birthday parties with awesome cakes to match

They have...
attended 8 family weddings (though none of their children have ever married) and welcomed many new members into the extended family...
9 nieces and nephews and
23 great nieces and nephews
and a growing number of great great nieces and nephews.
They have no grandchildren (my Dad told me quite a few years ago he thought they might have to adopt!)

They have...
Laughed at bad jokes (and a few good ones)
And groaned at many really bad ones!
Argued over directions
Solved 10s of thousands of crossword clues
Played 500 games of scrabble with family and friends (with either Mum or Dad winning many of them!)
Written at least 3,000 Christmas cards.

They have...
Cried at funerals, and births, and good-byes,
and watching their kids on Christmas morning.

They have...
Said good-bye to their own parents
and shared grief no parent should have to endure, mourning the loss of their second son.

They have shared joy and sadness and laughter and tears
50 years is a long time afterall.

But, most importantly (in my eyes at least)
they have...
Loved each other and loved and been loved by their family and friends.
They have encouraged their children to live fully and follow the paths they choose
They have taught and inspired 1000s of students
And they have made lifetime friends from all corners of the globe.

In 50 years, that's a lot to be proud of...
Happy Anniversay Mum & Dad.
I love you.
xxx

Road trip to creativity...

2011-01-06T08:00:00.007+11:00

Road trip begins today.
Bellingen bound.
Camp Creative
Registration Sunday.
Classes begin Monday.

I'm hoping for big things this year, and this is just the beginning.

Changes are on the way.
It's time.

Monster Melbourne find...

2011-01-05T18:20:00.001+11:00

In the city today, I stumbled across this little shop "Monster Threads". It's the first time I have noticed it, though I believe it's been open there since August... and it's a great find.

If you are in the city, look it up... It's in Centreway Arcade (259-263 Collins Street) which runs between Collins Street and Degraves Street/Flinders Lane. I'm sure i have seen these guys online, but their store is definitely worth a visit.

Illustrated T-Shirts are $35, and there are hoodies, other clothes, plates, mugs, mouse mats, and some really funky jewellery.

Or you can always check them out online on the link above.

A weekend in the country...

2011-01-04T11:00:00.002+11:00

The weekend before Christmas I went on a road trip to visit my good friend Malcolm and his wife in their home in Mirboo North. Mal is an ex boyfriend and we are still great friends. I find this is the best way to be with an ex.

Until this weekend I had only met his wife Marion a few brief times, and I was a little bit nervous about spending a weekend with them both. I needn't have been concerned, the weekend was lovely and it was really nice to get to know Marion better, hang out with them both and meet their menagerie of pets. Elvis the new kitten (totally adorable), Nino the cat (my roommate and the boss), Pixel the very energetic pup/dog (I didn't manage to get a pic that was in focus - she never slows down long enough) and their chickens.

They have bought the old bank in the main street (which is also their home) and are currently setting it up as a gallery and photographic studio. It's a great space and has wonderful light. Importantly, it is also located next door to the local chocolate shop, which of course we had to include in my visit.

We went walking along a railtrail where their dog Pixel roamed widely and introduced herself to a resident echidna. We also hiked up into the bush where we saw fresh re-growth after the bush fires in 2009 and we went to nearby carols by candlelight (where the 3 wise men were missing in action!). So you can see it was a good balance of exploring and relaxing.

When they open up their gallery I will make sure I post about it, so that if you are ever down that way, you know where to find them so you can visit and see Mal's wonderful photography. It's a beautiful place and the studio (and chocolate shop next door) will definitely be worth a visit.

A great holiday read...

2011-01-03T07:00:00.003+11:00

If you happen to be looking for some holiday reading, I can recommend this little gem. We bought it at JFK airport and I think it is released in Australia and other parts of the world as "The Other Hand"

Whatever it is called, wherever you may be, track it down. You won't be sorry.

Flossy love...

2011-01-02T09:00:00.002+11:00

Way back last year, in December 2010, I told you the exciting news that I had won a blogger giveaway from one of my fave blogging artists, Flossy-P. I was totally excited, but a little worried, because at that stage I couldn't decide on which of Flossy-P's prints that I wanted (pretty hard when you want them ALL!)

In any case, I finally made my decision (thanks for you patience Flossy-P) and continued on my way through the frantic pre-Christmas phase at work! On Friday (Christmas eve) I arrived down at Point Lonsdale and there was a package of goodies waiting especially for me full of Flossy goodness!

OMG.

I am totally chuffed. What an amazing collection of goodies. Including the print I selected and so many extras too (many of which were items that made my decision so difficult in the first place)

Dear Flossy,
What a sensational surprise! I have always loved and admired your artwork online and it's even more precious in real life!
I am totally delighted with every single piece. Thank you so much.
All my very best to you in 2011.
Love to you,
Cinta
xx

Welcome 2011...

2011-01-01T22:56:00.001+11:00

Computer crash...

2010-12-21T12:53:00.000+11:00

The only difference between try and triumph is a little bit of umph...

2010-12-16T21:50:00.002+11:00

Turning back is not an option

Our most basic common link...

2010-12-13T09:00:00.000+11:00

"Our most basic common link
is that we all inhabit this small planet.
We all breathe the same air.
We all cherish our children.
And we are all mortal”
~ John Kennedy

Thinking about you..

2010-12-07T07:00:00.009+11:00

"If I had a single flower for every time I think about you... I could walk forever in my garden."

Claudia Ghandi

To my beautiful brother

It's been 2 years since we lost you...

You are in my thoughts every day.

I will miss you and love you always

& Forever.

xxx

Just another manic Monday...

2010-12-06T07:00:00.002+11:00

It's just another manic Monday
I wish it was Sunday
'Cause that's my funday
My I don't have to runday
It's just another manic Monday

Doing a little happy dance...

2010-12-01T21:30:00.001+11:00

Blogging has been rather neglected of late in my corner of the world. I have been adding posts when I get the chance, but not managing to visit my blogging friends much. Firstly I have a friend who has given me the first 30 episodes or so of 30 Rock and I hold her (at least in part) responsible...

I used to get into work early and do my catch up blogging - posting, reading and commenting - before the beginning of the work day, but that hasn't happened for ages (in fact rarely since my role at work has changed)

I do try and visit my regulars regularly(!!), though I generally have so much catching up to do, it usually means I need quite a bit of time to catch up on all the comings and goings, and often I get interrupted before I have the chance to finish or leave comments.

Daily I scan my blog list down the side of my blog and select one or two and that's about it.

This morning one update in particular caught my eye, as it referred to a Thanksgiving giveaway that I had entered over at Flossy-P's blog (a long time blogging fave, and stunning artist) and so I decided to head on over and take a look at who was the lucky winner.

I watched as the random selector, bounced balls through a labyrinth and my name stayed in the running. As we neared the end and I was sitting in 4th position, I was giving a little sigh, believing I would have to wait another year... and then... and then... I bounced my way to victory, somehow passing the other runners and jostling into first place!

I seriously did a little happy dance right there in the middle of the office!

Woo hoo!
Flossy-P, you made my day. I am totally excited to have won one of your prints! You truly have bought a bright ray of sunshine to an otherwise rainy day!

Only problem is, I have been to the Flossy-P Etsy shop, and taken a look at her gorgeous portfolio... and I like so many of her illustrations, I really don't know what to choose! I've managed to narrow it down to three so far...

Go take a look people, you will totally understand my dilemma.

Don't forget your brolly, there's more rain on the way...

2010-11-26T09:00:00.000+11:00

Just call us the drought busters...

2010-11-25T08:00:00.006+11:00

This Saturday, a friend and I are scheduled to take part in a walking tour of Melbourne Street Art. This is the third time now that we have tried to do the tour, as the first two times have been cancelled due to horrendous weather... the first time it was called to a halt one hour in as we couldn't get to some of the areas due to flooding.

Now this is a tour that is advertised as going ahead, rain, hail or shine...

Of course, drought breaking rains and flash flooding were never part of the disclaimer. Could it possibly cancelled a third time? Surely not...

The world seems just that little bit brighter with a splash of colour...

2010-11-24T22:53:00.001+11:00

Escaping the city...

2010-11-20T10:00:00.001+11:00

Hang on in there, the weekend is nearly here...

2010-11-19T08:08:00.001+11:00

Forcing children to fight a war is criminal...

2010-11-18T09:00:00.001+11:00

Love is everywhere...

2010-11-17T08:00:00.000+11:00