27 June 2012

WW: A formal event

As you may remember from my last post, Friday evening was a fundraising event for my husband's school that had me searching around for a suitable outfit.

My newest friend Jean answered my call for something gorgeous to wear and I popped past and picked up a gorgeous gold number. Oh how I wish it didn't cling to all my [substantial] curves in all the wrong places! I would have loved to wear that beautiful, beautiful dress. So it was back to the drawing board.

Inspiration seized me and I nipped past the fabric shop and grabbed some stretchy black cotton fabric and whipped myself up a simple black skirt to go with a tunic I knew would work well - thanks to a little prompting from the great Nin herself!

Thanks to my good friend Paula for taking my picture! It was a touch awkward standing in the middle of a room full of people, trying to catch my good side... (Hence the half-closed eyes.) It's fine taking a billion pictures of yourself when it's just you, but when there's a whole bunch of people around, it's a bit more ridiculous!

Tunic: Warehouse
Shrug: Shanton
Skirt: Handmade by me!!
Tights: New World (of all places!)
Shoes: Farmers
Necklace & earrings: Nabbed from my sister's wardrobe

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20 June 2012

Today I'm...


I had to chop my head off today - I was not working the self-timer mojo. The one on the right was slightly better... Slightly. I really love this top/tunic. It's made from a knit fabric which makes it lovely and warm and comfortable. The colour makes my eyes look really green, which I like. I also love the print, that it's a little bit out of the ordinary. Possibly not a great placement while I battle the Post Baby Belly Bulge, but never mind! Also, I am beginning to realise how ridiculously enormous my three-times-breastfeeding-boobs are. Not enjoying that so much.

These are some of my favourite shoes too - practical but still good-looking!

Green top: Shanton (many moons ago)
White lace singlet: Reach 17
Pants: TradeMe
Shoes: The Warehouse

Joining in here

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...doing much really. I have a massive crick in my neck which is pretty sore.

pic source

I'm also not eating caramel straight out of the tin. Promise.

Drooling Over...

These beautiful Bible verse prints from Jessi Connolly from Naptime Diaries. Go check 'em out. I think I'll choose one for my birthday next month...

Ruth 1:16 8x10 print Job 33:4 8x10 print Come Thou Fount Proverbs 31:28

Looking Forward To...

...going to a formal dinner on Friday night. It's a fundraiser for the school my husband teaches at (and that our children will most likely be going to - unless I suddenly become awesome at homeschooling) to raise funds for building a hall/gymnasium. I'm looking forward to the opportunity to get glammed up. Slightly depressing is the exercise of finding something to wear. (See aforementioned PBB Bulge and asset problem.) If any of you out there have something fabulous in my size I could borrow, do let me know!


Right, must stop neglecting the children now and finish up here. Also, I promise I will write next about how my boot camp is going!

Love y'all!


13 June 2012

Happy 4th birthday!

My son,
my first born,

my child,

is four years old today.

L-R: 13 June 2009, 2010, 2011.

As I sat down to write this post I just started bawling my eyes out with pure gratitude to our great God for making this precious little boy. And not just for making him, but for giving him to me! That God would create this beautiful little person and then entrust him to our care just blows my mind. (Excuse me while I just go and wipes my eyes and sort myself out...)

Elliot is such a joy. Such a joy. If you could mix a hurricane and a ray of sunshine together then that's what he'd be. He races through life shouting and stomping and jumping and shines while he laughs and talks and sings and loves.

I am constantly amazed by Elliot and the things he can do. Sometimes I forget he's not a baby any more (I know. Silly, right?) so then when he does something like put his socks and shoes on all by himself, sing a song in the car - word perfect, or figure out how many more onions I need in the bag to make 6 (it was 2), I am just a little bit flummoxed. Only for a moment, because I see him growing right in front of me so I know he's capable of these things, but still, there is a teensy bit of flummoxing going on all the time.

There are so many things I love about this boy.

I love how he sings so much! He makes up little songs about what we are going to do today, or how much fun he's having. And he really listens to the music we play in the car (so now I am very careful what we listen to!) so that now he can sing all of the songs on one of our kid's music CD's (the one he got for his birthday last year, thanks Auntie Paula!) and big chunks of the Bullfrogs and Butterflies CD's we have. He sang to me in the car this morning and it made me smile.

I love how he helps his sister and brother. Rosie drops something off the table and Elliot quickly pipes up with, "I'll get it for you, Rosie!" And he climbs off his own chair, scrambles around the table, picks whatever it is up and hands it back to her with a, "Here you are, Rosie!" Gorgeous. And she sometimes remembers to say thank you. :) Then when Tristan is being a cheeky monkey and getting too close to the fire place, Elliot knows he is allowed to take him carefully by the hands or feet and drag him away "to keep you safe, Tristan." He also likes to help me teach Tristan where he's not allowed to go with his now-4-year-old stern voice, "No Tristan, no. No, no." Very sweet.

Elliot's not that into drawing and painting, but he is amazing with numbers - like his Papa - and he likes to play outside in the sandpit. Every kindy day he comes home with shoes so full of sand that we could refill our sandpit by now! He also really likes games, both board and computer. Though I think he'd have square eyes by now, if I let him play and watch as much as he wanted!

I am so aware of my own failings when it comes to raising Elliot. I am so conscious of the fact that I am only human and all that means, and yet God has given Elliot to Hayden and me in trust that we will be His hands and feet in bringing up this boy. I am grateful that God's mercies are new every morning and His faithfulness is great. I am thankful that God is in control of my life and Elliot's.

There is a song by Brooke Fraser, one of my favourite artists, on her album Albertine, called Seeds. It began to play as I began to write this post. The lyrics of the chorus go like this:

What will you live to do?
What have I left for you?
What will we leave behind?

They made me think. The only thing I want for Elliot, what I pray about every day, is that God would one day bring Elliot home to Himself. That in his life, God would make himself known to Elliot. That Elliot will desire God more than he desires anything else. That Elliot's faith will move mountains. That he will love God the most. I pray that God would raise Elliot up to be a man after His own heart. (There I go, bawling again.) Because I don't care what Elliot lives to do, so long as he does it to give glory to God. As long as Elliot takes the talents God has given him and uses them to serve God and so those He put on Earth with Elliot, it doesn't matter if he becomes a butcher, a baker, a candlestick maker or anything in between.

Elliot, my prayer for you is that you will live out your life always knowing how much your God has done for you. Always having a sense of utmost gratitude for your life, here and in eternity.

I love you so much, my son, my first born, my child.

Love from your Mummy.

07 June 2012

On Still Waiting...

Well, I wish I had something to tell you, but I don't.

It's been two weeks exactly since I sent the letter. For the first week, I checked the letter box as per usual - every couple of days, or when it starts overflowing! - knowing that there would be nothing in there from her.

This week, I was checking just about every day, but not exactly, also knowing that while she should surely have received my letter, it would still be too early to receive one back.

But for the last couple of days, I've been checking it at least twice a day. Even knowing that it's highly unlikely for her to have written back on the exact day she received my letter. But I still can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment when my letterbox is empty. (Bills and junk mail most certainly don't count.)

I'm also regularly checking our email and answer phone because she could contact me that way too.

It's not all disappointment though. A little ray of sunshine landed in our box the other week, in the form of this gorgeous little birdy!

My wonderful friend Josella made me a new little friend and sent him with a beautifully written card and a prayer for peace to help the wait feel a bit more bearable. What a treasure that big envelope in my letter box was. Isn't she sweet?! I'm still trying to think of the perfect place to put my new birdy friend. He deserves somewhere special, don't you think?

So I continue to wait. Mostly patiently. Not always. It's a bit silly really. But not, at the same time.

* * *

I've had a lot of things going on to distract me from this waiting game I'm playing. Along with our normal weekly activities there's a birthday party to get ready for and a very good friend's fresh new baby (beautiful Eva!) to love on. My Mum's also been unwell - it's hard to explain, so I won't, but she's been having some ongoing health issues that came to quite a serious crisis point in the hospital over the long weekend. Mum's on the up now, although completely worn out and exhausted, feeling like she's "really been steamrollered by this." (Her words!) We are thankful for a wonderful, supportive family who have rallied around Mum and my step-dad, Paul, in great love, cooking dinner, sleeping over and dishing out medications and hugs in equal measure.

So I'm not lacking for things to keep me occupied! I'm also feeling a great desire to get my craftiness on, perhaps as a way to relieve some of the stress I've been feeling. In fact, I think I'll go do something now!

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Next post in this series here.

Previous post in this series:
On Waiting...

Source for the envelope images here.

05 June 2012

Domestic Bliss?

While I always try to be honest and open about life as a 'stay at home' mother and it's blessings and challenges, sometimes things just fall in to place and I can pretend I'm one of those people with a picturesque life!

Take this afternoon, for example.

A roaring fire.

Lights on at 4pm.

Mark Knoppfler's Golden Heart playing in the background.

One of my go-to chill out music choices.

Just me and the happy baby.

Middle girl sleeping, big boy at kindy.

Nice warm merino pants on.
(Read: Feel like track pants but look like classy pants.)

Craft supplies (and afternoon tea!) out, getting ready for next week's birthday.

There's a lot going on around here at the moment. I won't write it all down because that would be counter-productive. Suffice to say my brain is pretty full!

This afternoon was a bit cathartic really. Quite lovely.

Until tomorrow,