Someone told me I shouldn’t colour my hair while pregnant. I didn’t really know whether it was true or not, but I wasn’t going to take the chance.
So after 10 months of waiting, I’ve FINALLY had a haircut!
I decided to splurge and go for the whole shampoo, cut, blow dry, and colour. The whole thing took about 2.5 hours and $80. I asked for a “CHOCOLATE” colour. But it came out orangey brown. You know, that rusty colour when you bleach Asian hair. Ick. I was so NOT impressed.
The cut was fine. Quite nice actually. But I looked like an asian gangster chick.
I wrinkled my nose and told her, “It’s not exactly the colour I had in mind.” She tried to make some excuse about it being a “light chocolate”. Then she said I could come in another day to put another colour through it for 50% off.
Er, and have you do another crap job? I thought. I ran into pharmacy and bought some do-it-yourself hair colour. Ugh. I hope I can cover it up.
I know I’ve said this before… but I really need to find myself a nice gay, male hairdresser who will squeal with delight when he sees me and who will love my hair more than I do.
I know I have a newborn baby.
But cooking for one sucks.
I miss my husband.
Andrew left for rainy Melbourne today.
He’ll be gone for 6 days!! 6 WHOLE DAYS. For a conference. This will be the longest we’ve ever been apart. It’s a bizarre thought. You expect couples to need space and “time apart”. But here I am. Two hours after kissing him goodbye at the airport and already I’m amazed at how empty my life feels.
Anyway, despite me being husband-less for a week, over the next few days I’m hoping to get out and about and establish a nice routine for the coming winter.
I haven’t made any solid plans yet, just a todo list —
Watch movies. Girly shopping. Cafe culture. Dinner parties. Video/DVD nights. Pizza + beer nights. Haircut. Yoga classes. Walks by the river. Read more books. Experimental cooking.
I love going back to my parents place to eat dinner.
Thing I love most is —
Their pantry is ALWAYS stuffed with peanuts, chocolates, chinese cookies, muesli bars, little bags of chips, instant soup sachets, tim tams, tea biscuits, date loaves, cinnamon buns, dried fruit, honey-baked cashews… the list goes on and on.
And I just love poking my head into the dark musty pantry and digging around in the dark corners, behind boxes, inside jars, unwrapping bags and on top of containers. It’s like digging for gold.
So tonight, we ate my mother’s most delicious chicken rice yet. Especially when Mr Chicken was running around in the backyard a few hours earlier.
Dessert was a fresh fruit salad. Topped off with some crumbly peanut cookies. Everyone was stuffed. But not meee. Not Miss Needs-to-Breastfeed!
I pulled out a mysterious dark box of Hand Crafted Chocolates that I spied during my pantry treasure hunt. No one wanted to enjoy it with me.
I peeled open the wrapper and breathed in the mix of soaking rich velvety aromas. They were immaculate. I took my time in selecting which miniature chocolate sculpture I wanted to pop into my mouth.
I chose the white chocolate ball covered with a lavish coat of coconut and licked it with my tongue. Mmmm, coconut and white chocolate is just divine.
I passed the tray of chocolates on. Just to be polite.
As I was about to devour the ball between my fingers… my sister said, “Hmm, this one looks like it’s already been eaten–”
I looked down into the little paper cup that held my chocolate and I saw a puddle of wriggling maggots.
I was inspired to share some colours with everyone…
The budding blossoms of my lemon tree?
Or perhaps the autumn leaves scattered across my lawn?
Alas, never have I paid such close attention to
the poo that comes out of my baby’s bottom.
Callum being a wriggle-bum.
It took a while for it to sink in.
I flipped through glossy catalogs that filled my letter box. Candles, pyjamas, bath robes, bath oils, bath bombs, picture frames, perfumes, nail polish, underwear, food processors, microwaves, irons, cake mixers. Mother’s Day presents. It begins today.
I’m on the receiving end of catalog Mother’s Day shit. My kitchen cupboards are going to be filled with electrical appliances that I only use once a year. My shelves are going to be cluttered with porcelain ornaments from Target. The new bear-patterned pyjamas will hang between the floral-patterned pyjamas and the striped-patterned pyjamas.
Oh I’m being such a wuss. Truth is, I’m in denial. I’m still trying to discover what it means (to me) to be a mum. And it’s only been 4 weeks.
I have a feeling that, over time, I will succumb to the soppiness of Mother’s Day.
I know that because when Callum comes home with his first painting of My Mum… someone will be turning into a puddle of goo.
Ok how weird is this.
I’m filling out the Birth Registration Form for my newborn, and this is what it says:
“Naming a child is a matter of choice. For your child’s surname you can use the mother’s surname, the father’s surname, a combination of the two or any other surname. You may not choose a name that is obscene, offensive, unreasonably long or contrary to public interest.”
What kind of rule is THAT?
But perhaps the real question is, how come I haven’t heard of any strangely named people?
I was born on Christmas Island in 1978. My family moved to Australia when I was 10, and we have lived here ever since.I have one older brother and one younger sister.
I’m the eternal optimist. The peacemaker.
I can’t speak Chinese! I feel a little bad about it. But not bad enough to enrol myself into Chinese classes. I can mutter a few words in Cantonese. My Chinese name means “Beautiful Deer”.
I’m a Christian. I reckon that God is cool, loving, down-to-earth and has an awesome sense of humour. But his PR people need to lift their game.
I was in a special art programme while attending high school.
I’ve worked in Singapore. It was great fun. But the crazy expat life wore me down, and I just wanted to come home to my mother’s cooking and the big Australian skies.
I like perving on guys. Being married, I feel somewhat excused for my shameful social behaviour.
I can’t drink very much alcohol. I go bright red after 3 sips of wine on an empty stomach. Given the choice, I’d reach for a beer over wine and cocktails.
I loooove buying clothes, underwear and books.
I’d like to drive around Australia one day. In a campervan.
Music : Air, Beastie Boys, Ben Harper, Bently Rhythm Ace, Bjork, The Cardigans, Creed, Blur, Chemical Brothers, Coldplay, Garbage, Goo Goo Dolls, Hillsongs, Jamiroquai, Jet, John Mayer, Lamb, Lifehouse, Madonna, Massive Attack, Metallica, Mozart, Nirvanna, Philip Glass, Portishead, Powderfinger, Radiohead, Red Hot Chili Peppers, The Fray, The Whitlams.
I have a weakness for boy bands. But I won’t admit this in public.