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Holly’s first trip to the beach ♥

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Hi everyone! I know it’s been a little while since I’ve posted on here. Since mum died in April I haven’t felt like enjoying life much sadly 😦

But if there is one I should take from mum’s sudden death, it’s that I should be celebrating life more, especially with Holly.

All last year while I posted about my weekends on this blog I was childless, then pregnant. Now I have an eight and half month old daughter! Time has gone crazy fast. Today we took her to the beach for the first time. It was just magical to see it all through her eyes, and watch as she tasted sand and seashells! I also spent some time thinking about mum.

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Get your glad rags on!

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Get your glad rags on!

Ladies, if you’re anything like me you keep your best clothes for ‘best’. For me, this has always included my beautiful wedding dress. Bagged in a protective, er, bag, it hangs at the back of my husbands wardrobe (no room in mine) and hasn’t seen the light of day in six years. Till now.

I can still remember exactly how I felt that moment years ago when I stepped into it for the very first time. It was the 8th dress I’d tried on. All of the previous seven had been beautiful creations. Shades of white and ivory, lace and tulle and inlaid with jewels and sparkling diamantes. Some simplistic in their design, hugging my figure, others full skirted. I had really liked two of them in particular, and had almost decided on one when the saleslady gave me “just one more” to try on.

Well.

The moment I slipped into it I fell in love. You know how they say every little girl dreams of being a princess? Well when I put that dress on I became a princess. Every other dress paled in comparison. My wonderful mother bought it for me, and on my wedding day I felt like the most beautiful woman in the whole wide world.

After the wedding it got drycleaned (you know what it’s like at weddings; the odd spilt drink or two and grass stains from imaginative posing for wedding portraits) and hung in the wardrobe and there it stayed. Every time I hung up a shirt I lingered to touch the bag with longing and remember when I was princess for a day.

Last weekend I decided enough was enough. What was the point in having such a beautiful dress if only to wear it just once? That dress was made to be appreciated, to be enjoyed, and to be loved. Now that I have a daughter of my own, I want her to understand that beautiful things in life are to be enjoyed up close, not admired from afar. My 80 year old granddad, bless him, went shopping by himself at Christmas and bought Holly a cute little creamy dress of her own. So I decided that before the weather packs in (just around the corner bugger it – brrr) we would have our own little fashion shoot out at my parents farm. My sister took the photos and my mother stood behind her, flapping like a chicken and jumping like a monkey to make Holly smile for the camera. “Look at silly Nanny!” It worked.

I highly recommend it. Get your wedding dress, or your other most favourite dress, the one that makes you feel a million bucks and gorgeously beautiful and wear it. Take some photos. Get your sisters/mother/aunties/friends together and make an afternoon of it, with bubbly wine and nibbly cheese on crackers perhaps. However you decide to do it, enjoy yourself, and I hope you enjoy these photos ♥

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Shit! The Dog’s constipated!

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The constipated dog. Yep that’s right. Before I share all the delights of that particular experience with you (sensitive readers may want to skip that bit), let me fill you in on the rest of the weekend.

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A rainy day at the beach, and some reflections on recent events.

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When I started this weekend blog it was because I wanted to experience more out of life besides work, housework and TV. I wanted to remember the little things that can bring us huge amounts of pleasure and satisfaction and make us really feel like we’re living this life to the fullest.

The awful shooting in America the other night, where those poor people who had simply gone to see a movie and either lost their life or had their life changed forever is unbelievably sad 😦  Reading about it on a news site led me to a blog by one of the victims brothers, which led me to a blog written by the victim herself, Jessica Ghawi. She had survived a shooting in June in Toronto, only to lose her life at the hands of another gunman. My heart goes out to her family and those of the other victims. You can read her thoughts on the first shooting here Jessica’s blog

A quote from part of it:

‘I was shown how fragile life was on Saturday. I saw the terror on bystanders’ faces. I saw the victims of a senseless crime. I saw lives change. I was reminded that we don’t know when or where our time on Earth will end. When or where we will breathe our last breath. For one man, it was in the middle of a busy food court on a Saturday evening.

I say all the time that every moment we have to live our life is a blessing. So often I have found myself taking it for granted. Every hug from a family member. Every laugh we share with friends. Even the times of solitude are all blessings. Every second of every day is a gift. After Saturday evening, I know I truly understand how blessed I am for each second I am given.”

I wish we all thought like this all of the time. We’re so busy we don’t always take the time to stop and remember it’s the little things that feed our soul and rejuvenate our spirits. Appreciate the time spent with family and friends, even if it’s just chatting over a cup of tea, instead of thinking about the washing sitting on the couch or the dishes in the sink, or all the other things you could be doing instead.

I think I’ve mentioned before how lucky we are to live so close to some seriously beautiful beaches. You’ve seen pictures of some of them before, from our failed fishing trips and my beachcombing day.

I was lying in bed this morning and thinking about, of all things, Vitamin D. And how most of us don’t get anywhere near enough of it. The best source? The Sun. I thought about how Monday through Friday, I get up and get ready, hop in the car and go to work where I go straight inside to the office and spend the next eight hours, get back into a car and come home where I shut the curtains and light the fire straight away because it’s winter and it gets cold at 4.30pm and dark just after five.

Depressing.

But it’s the life so many of us live.

Well I had planned on getting some vitamin D today, but NZ is currently blanketed by rainclouds and fog. We decided to go to the beach anyway, and I’m so glad we did. We ate fish ‘n’ chips in the car, watching the waves crash out our windscreen. Then we got our wet weather gear on and went for a walk along the beach. It was beautiful; salty crisp, fresh air. The wind made our cheeks sting but it was a nice pain, it made you feel really alive. Delicious.

Have a great week everyone. Take some time out to smell a flower, read a book you’ve been longing to read, or admire the night sky for a few minutes.

And don’t forget to tell your loved ones how much you love them ♥

Yum – fish ‘n’ chips! 🙂

The view. A little blurry from the rain but still breathtakingly beautiful.

Beach Art

Sad to be leaving the beach, but also sandy and happy and with a new stick to add to her collection.

A truly Wonderful Weekend

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Even though most weekends my husband and I are home together, I don’t really see him. He’s an active guy who can’t sit still (unless he’s eating), so from the moment breakfast is finished he’s out the door to weed/mow/saw/build/tidy/paint/fix something. He surfaces briefly at lunchtime, but other than that I don’t really see him again until after the sun’s gone down.

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The case of the disappearing loaf, an Eclipse and the bloody ]]]] key

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The case of the disappearing loaf, an Eclipse and the bloody ]]]] key

Sorry for the delay in posting folks. I’ve had technical issues, namely the ] key on my laptop somehow got stuck and I couldn’t log into anything because this would just keep appearing faster than I could type any log in details ]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]] Read the rest of this entry