Archive | October, 2010

Girl Talk

28 Oct

Scene: 3 friends sitting at a cafe eating an amazing breakfast

Girl 1: ‘Wait! Let’s check into foursquare app, I want to become Mayor here’

Girl 2: Yeah, I’m just on fb, checking to see if my bf wrote on my wall

Girl 3: I need to tweet to tell everyone how amazing these pancakes are  Girl 5 enters: Sorry I’m late my GPS lost signal & I couldn’t find the place!

No longer are blackberry’s the product of a hard day berry picking, no longer is writing on someone’s wall considered destructive behaviour and no longer is a ‘tweet’ referring to a blue birds early morning song…times have changed.  Don’t get me wrong – I too, fb chat, ‘check in’ & shazaam….but at the risk of sounding like a 24 yr old grandma – I believe the value placed on a good conversation is diminishing.

I believe that the images I have captured above encapsulate this heart-felt notion of good conversation that perhaps along with the old school glass milk bottles and hypercolor t-shirts…

So I put it to you….take the time and have one really good convo today….give those fingers a break and look into someone’s eyes (Apologise- that sounded  kind of creepy…)


It’s time to go…

21 Oct





A truck pulls up on our drive way. Men start to unload clocks of all sizes. Grandfather clocks. Cuckoo clocks. Sun clocks. My mother begins to irrationally scream. My father creepily smiles.

Long story short…my dad recently inherited his clients entire clock collection. Don’t get me wrong my dad already has a clock collection of his own. Actually come to think of it one may describe him as a chronic collector  – his collections include:  wine, plates, shotglasses, autographs, stamps, beer mugs, daughters & recently antique chinese ceramic bowls.

To escape from a female-dominate household (x4 women), dad (renamed ‘Susie’ to fit in with the girls) has created a ‘clock room’.  As fights break out about about ‘hair straighter usage’, ‘borrowed dresses’ and ‘missing makeup’…dad will quietly saunter into his clock room and just, well, putter around.

Back to the ‘clock inheritance’ situation– The unsynchronised of the clocks drove us mad. Ticking, Tocking, Cuckooing, Booming all at different hours & minutes. It literally drove us mental. It was time for them to go. Unwillingly, dad culled his clock collection down….however, the ‘room’ still houses over 50!

I guess, it got me thinking about collections and why people collect. There is often a fine line between collecting and a chronic hoarder. May collecting is an element of human instincts- hunting/gathering? or maybe it gives people a sense of purpose? Either way –  People collect strange & bizarre objects from toe nails in jars to Justin Bieber paraphernalia.

I believe the collecting gene can also be ‘inherited’:

1. Personally, I may come into the category of a hoarder….I love to keep memorabilia- old tickets, concert wristbands,planet tickets,love  letters (still in the post).

2. My sister Pre- collected apple stickers and used to stick them on the shower door (I have no idea why?!)

3. My youngest sister Alisha-  collected spoons (as a child, she would steal spoons out of family/friends drawers and hide them in a shoebox). Only recently was this ‘collection’ discovered. *** Apologies – to anyone who experienced a sudden disappearance of their teaspoons between the years 1998-2000. ***

Collections. Slighty addictive, but so very satisfying.

Road Trip.

14 Oct

Acrostic poems. I forgot how much I love writing them. They used to be my speciality in primary school. Whoever invented = genius. Acrostic poems are the ‘Betty Crocker packet mix’ in the poem world. They deliver the goods, whilst making you feel like you have ‘created’ a masterpiece.

Over the long weekend, I hit the Great Ocean Road….

Gradients of blue & green.
Road trip with 5 gal pals.
Endless banter
Arguments over the rules pertaining to ‘car games’ – No, Edible Panties is not defined as a food & Yes Slovakia is a country not a Greek Dish.
The 12 Apostles or were there 10? secretly I believe I saw 2 Apostles from 6 different vantage points

One diseased cockatoo – most bizarre thing I have ever seen
Countless hours of Destiny’s Child (the only CD we had)
Enveloped in the landscape.
Amazing Race. Yes, there were times where we pretended we were on the show
Night time munchies. Freddo Frogs. Shape Sensations. Paddlepops.

Rugged landscape. I continually felt like I was in a car commercial.
Ordering Breakfast with Fellow Food Friends = Decision-anxiety/Food envy
Admittedly, my impulse ‘Indie’ shoes that I bought were ugly & unnecessary
Double Spoiler. Yes, we drove around in a zooped up electric blue car. Thank you Hertz..