My brother was made Employee of the Year at his place of work (one of the hotels in Perth)! Woo how cool!
So he and his wife treated us and my parents to a lovely dinner at Genting Palace in Burswood. It was nice Chinese food (not mind-blowing) but in super fancy-shmancy style.
I haven’t been there in years. I’d forgotten how painfully posh it was. All the cutlery and crockery were CLEAN! I didn’t think that was possible at any Chinese restaurant these days.
The carpets were fluffy and plush. There was no clear plastic vinyl over the white table cloth. The wait staff stood a few paces beside our table, pouncing at any half empty glass.
And every single plate was whisked away the moment it became free of any significant piece of meat or vegetable. Quite annoying, especially if you’re like me and love eating *just* sauce with rice. Oh well.
Highlight of the evening was Callum entertaining us with his new found ability to shout two words together.
And my favourite, ah bless him, “BIG POO!”
When your 2yo kid goes all starry eyed just by looking at couple of boats bobbing up and down in the water.
When your husband rubs cocoa butter over your aching pregnant belly, and you go to sleep smelling like chocolate.
When friends turn up unannounced with a bag full of steaming hot char siu baos (barbecue roast pork buns).
When a $20 top scans for only $11 at the checkout.
When your tomato harvest is ready for picking!
I have to admit, I didn’t have a very typical Australia Day.
As much as I love the annual pilgrimage to the river, the picnic on the grass, the burnt sausages, slapping on the suncream, drinking icy cold beer in the sun, the constant fly swatting, watching the crowds roll in, and then finally gazing up into the sky to watch the fireworks… we decided to do something a little different.
We were invited to a champagne breakfast. Sizzling sausages, crispy bacon and fluffy scrambled eggs sitting on toast. Then a stack of hot waffles tumbling with maple syrup, cream and fresh fruits. Oh not to mention the champagne and strawberries. Mmmmmmm I ate soooo much.
Later in the afternoon, we set up my son’s paddle pool on our lawn. We splished and splashed under the trees. We sipped homemade lemonade. Made silly home videos. We ate watermelon until they dripped at our elbows. We ran around the backyard until grass stuck to our undies.
That night, we ate take away. Put Callum to bed. And watched the tennis while getting my feet massaged. Ahh.
I was doodling a few weekends ago.
It was nice to sit in the sun with a stick of charcoal between my fingers and actually make tangible marks on paper. Sketching out the world on a bit of A3.
It felt like I was messing with creation itself.
It felt good to make mistakes.
To have the charcoal crumble under my fingers.
To leave smudges with my sweaty palms.
It was very refreshing for the mind and spirit.
Something I need a lot more of.
I needed a haircut badly! Just a simple trim to lop 5 inches off. Nothing too complicated. A friend of mine recommended Top Image. And I’ve heard SO many other people rave about them. I was quite keen to see what the fuss was all about too.
The overall cut was fine. I was pretty happy with it. I just wanted my hair to be slightly shorter, thinner, and a shorter fringe. It was a good price!
But what COMPLETELY won me over was the guy’s hair cutting technique! I’ve decided that he’s now my official regular hairdresser — this is probably only significant when I tell you that in my 8 years of paying for my own haircuts, I’ve NEVER gone to the same hairdresser twice.
Firstly, he washed and blow dried my hair BEFORE he cut my hair. Then he basically snipped and snipped huge locks of hair at a time until he was done. Very fast, very expert. The way he handled my hair felt absolutely divine. Confident, strong, purposeful, and skillful.
ALL the hair dressers I’ve been to, would lead me from the basin to the chair with my hair sopping wet. Then they would proceed to pin up all my hair except for a little skirt at the base of my neck. Cut. Let down a bit more. Cut.
Fiddle with the length. Let down a bit more. Cut.
Tilt my head this way. Cut. Compare lengths of hair.
Cut a bit more. Fiddle. Fuss. Make small chat. Ugh.
There’s no way I’m going back to that.
*I’m a changed woman*