Wednesday, July 27, 2011

West Brunswick Winter Magic Market

Okay I'm feeling a little overwhelmed at the moment - so it's easy to forget minor details such as where this market is actually located!

Saturday 30 July 3 - 8 pm

  Brunswick North West Primary School - the School on the Hill

Culloden Street West Brunswick

Just off Melville Road, near Jacob's Reserve, between Albion Street and Moreland Road.  Car parking available onsite, access via Shetland Avenue (gold coin donation).

This is a school fundraiser, for a school that needs funds (don't they all!?).  Your support is greatly appreciated.  It's going to be great!

Monday, July 25, 2011


I've kinda fallen of the blogging wagon of late.  I have 1001 excellent excuses, but not the energy to share them all.  One of the excuses I will share is a project I'm part of -

We are excited to be putting together a market bulging with local talent.   It's an opportunity to showcase not just the school, but the community that supports it.  

Saturday 30th July from 3-8 pm

Art auction
Indoor art and craft market
Home-made cakes, savoury treats, devonshire teas and gourmet BBQ
Live acoustic music
Home-made cakes, jams and plants to take home
Real coffee
Creative activities in the Kids Zone from 3-5pm
Wine tastings, beverages by the Good Brew Guy, warm chai and gluwein
Shiatsu massage

The appeal for me is that both adults and children are well catered for and families can eat before heading home for the evening.  There'll be ample off street parking.  There is a huge emphasis on locally produced handmade goods - no mass production going on here.  You can head to our Facebook page to see some of the wares on offer.  Hope to see you there!

Monday, July 11, 2011


It's the school holidays, so of course I had the kids up and out the door by 8 am this morning (so why can't we do that on school days??).  We were off to the airport to pick up my Mum.  She wan't expecting us, and it would have been much easier to let her catch a taxi as planned.  But, while she was away we had to euthanise her 18 year old cat, and I didn't want her to arrive home alone.

We walked around the garden my Dad had so lovingly tended for 30 years, and talked about the other cats buried there in their favourite spots.  We sniffed the daphne, marvelled at the blooms on the camellias and looked for the tulips just poking through the soil.  We discussed the health of Kali who had another massive seizure last night and wondered what the future has in store.  The garden, even in winter, continues to grow and change.  A reminder that life goes on whether we are ready for it or not.

This afternoon our lounge-room has been taken over by a massive cubby, and I'm making some cushions for the playroom.  We are bunkered down at home for a few hours, and it feels kind of good to let go and just be.  And as I write this I'm thinking about "home" not just as a physical space, but a state of mind.  Today my Mum is back in her usual spot, probably snoozing right now as she fights her jet-lag.  My children are within reach, happily playing.  Our pets are snuggled together on their mat by the back door.  The scent of jonquils wafts about, and dinner is simmering on the stove.  For the moment we are safe and happy, oblivious to the cares of the outside world.  Home.

Friday, July 8, 2011


Tomorrow you'll find me here - 

at the lovely sweet Yarraville Markets.
A day out for me, right in the middle of the school holidays - a nice little sanity saver!

Wednesday, July 6, 2011


I've been away from the blogging world for a couple of weeks.  A lot of water has passed under the bridge during that time.  It's been one of the hardest periods in my adult life.  Within the space of a week we had a family member go missing for several days, the death of a friend, the death of a pet and a sad diagnosis for our beloved Kali.

I've thought what I would say about each of these situations, but the reality is it's just too hard.  It's the realisation that during those times you want to be of the most use, you are of no use at all.  The realisation of your inability - through no fault of your own - to change undesirable outcomes is a bitter pill.  Instead, you struggle to reach a level of acceptance.

Yesterday I went to the funeral of a 46 year-old.  Today I feel empty.  Tomorrow I will forge ahead.  Trying to live the best life I can.

Stay safe.