Let’s DIY!

Recently I have decided to take on the colossal expedition that has become cleaning and tidying my room! This also entails reorganising, redecorating and rearranging the things, stuff and furniture in my room.

I’ve been scouring shops, pinterest and etsy for ideas. I came across this blog

http://thelovelydrawer.com/topics/diy-2/page/2/?subscribe=success#blog_subscription-2

 

and feel really inspired! Time to get started on DIYing… if that is even a word.

I am going to start with the cool pencil holders.

Looking forward to sharing how they turn out on here!

Happy Sunday! ❤

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It’s strange but good to be home!

 

 

 

 

I’ve just come home from living in a very remote community in the Northern Territory, Australia. I was there for a six week teaching placement and have to say that although my days and weeks were difficult, challenging and I struggled a bit even with thoughts of wanting to go home, that it was one of the best, amazing and inspirational experiences that I have ever had in my life so far. In fact now that I’m home even though I’m very happy to be here I’ve started to realise how desperately I would have liked to stay. I’m tired, missing the kids and finding it hard to adjust being back in Melbourne.

I can tell you being back here and re-adjusting to Melbourne life is almost harder than my first week in the community I was in and it’s mainly due to being around lots of people and also being in my room alone… When I first arrived in that community, all I thought was how blissfully peaceful it was and how nice it was with the sun going down as we were un-packing the car.

The first challenge that I had to face was living in a school library, only having a cold tap at the sink, de-frosting meat for all our cooking and having to check for frogs and toads in the toilet. As the weeks progressed I noticed how much I was missing simple comforts of life and a lot of things that I took for granted.

Amongst having to boil a kettle for washing dishes, I started to miss sitting on a couch, I wasn’t able to use my personal laptop for connecting to the internet (instead was supplied with the use of a school’s one), the internet itself was slow so no blogging etc, all the food I had to eat was already there and apart from a really expensive and basic shop there was no backup. We were five hours to the nearest town so there was also the factor of isolation. If it wasn’t for my fellow student teacher I quite possibly would have gone home earlier than originally planned – she was the person who I talked to, cooked with, worked with, watch movies with, etc and I’m happy to report I have made a new friend!

Apart from the teaching we were able to get go down to the local river, go for walks and when back in Katherine on a school trip see some amazing sights! A boat cruise down Katherine Gorge was probably the high-light, with amazing cliffs, clear water and a place to swim – you could not have asked for anything better to do!

Now that I’m home I’m asking myself – did it really happen? Because it almost feels like it didn’t. I’m sitting here in my room thinking – what am I doing here? I should be somewhere else, shouldn’t I? I’ve been to have a “real” coffee, eat at the Vic Markets with my Dad, gone to the milkbar because I was out of milk, sit on my bed, pat my cat and say hello to some of house-mates. The funniest part about coming back to Melbourne is apart from seeing family and friends the two things that I’m looking forward to the most is being able to use a hot tap and sitting on a couch!

I never thought I would be excited by such simple things, but there you go.

It’s strange and good to be home and there is not much else to say.

Signing off while thinking to myself – wow I can actually blog again!

 

 

 

Regaining my imagination…

I want to write a story that is based on the home/house that I grew up in and possibly then have it extend to other areas of Australia that I’ve been…

I’m about to go to the Northern Territory!! I will be living and working in Pigeon Hole for six weeks and will get to be amongst the people of that community… This trip is part of what is called SWIRL or Story-writing in rural locations and is run by my uni and also happens to be my last ever teaching placement.

I am so excited, scared, and simply just awaiting all the possibilities of what will come from this experience.

When asked “what do you wish to bring?” I thought and thought for an appropriate response and came up with – an open mind. I think in this case instead of being the teacher I will be very much the learner. I don’t really know what I’m getting into, about where I’m going, what to expect or how I’ll cope living in such a remote area.

Some people might think I’m mad and I’m happy to accept that, maybe I’m mad and maybe we’re all mad. But what good would it be if all we did was sit at home and did not take on adventures like this? I don’t think I’m any less mad than someone deciding to go to Europe by themselves, am I? 

I feel very much inspired by this and I think it might have something to with always wanting to be a story-teller. For some reason creative writing to me as always been something that even though I have had to work at (a lot!!) I have still very much enjoyed…Some of this comes through with reasons as to why I wanted to be a teacher as well so equally it’s both just great!

I want to write about home because no matter how I far I am from it I’m always thinking about it, it’s always there in the back of my mind, I have such a love for the place that I grew up in that I think wherever I go it will be with me… People have often said that home is where the heart is amongst other sayings of similar ilk but to me – home is where the cat sits on your lap and where you find fairies hiding in the garden.  For me I wasn’t the one who moved – it was my mum… I have lived in other places since she moved out and am now back here but without her… It’s a long story!!!

The idea behind my ‘home is…’ is that I have a cat (last year I had two cats 😦 ) and wherever he goes I feel at home because he is comforting. The fairies though are because when I was a child I very much believed in them and I think even as an adult if you look at a garden very closely you can see that somehow they are there – they take you wherever you need to go and I think that comes back to them being ‘make believe’ or ‘magic’ – they create the colours, the leaves, the petals, the branches, the soil, etc of what makes the garden so beautiful and warm. Because they can fly – they fly with you…and it doesn’t matter where you are or who you live with…

{I think that our mind can very much be in a ‘real’ world and in a ‘fantasy’ world… ‘real’ = cat ‘fantasy’ = fairies…}

 

I am very lucky to live in an old terrace house… The floor boards creek under feet, there are cracks in the walls, there is a door with an old-fashioned key that allows you to enter a part of the garden…

My imagination as a child would be racing with stories… Stories of a made up past; I used to think of so many past lives that this house had and so many fantasy style lives that this house had…

They were intertwined with other people’s imaginations but my favourite stories were those that were merged with the author of the Secret Garden, the Little Princess and Little Lord Fauntleroy — I remember creating my own secret garden and pretending that I lived in boarding school. The funny thing was that I took these imaginings with me…

There was an old brick building as big as big could be… It had tennis courts you see… I used to walk past dreaming of whom lived there and dreaming of all they could have had… What was this place so grand and strange…? I wonder? Who lives there?

Little did I know that red brick building that I used to imagine as a grand house was the school that I attended… I laugh now when I think back to that child who was me but in the same light I also wish I had that same imagination.

Imagination is lost somehow and that loss begins when we go to school… Is it possible to harness it and not drag it down? I don’t it’s primary school, I think it comes more once we reach secondary school…

Hopefully I can allow the very real stories of the children in the NT to open my mind to a whole new world of stories, stories that have been passed down from generation to generation and stories that will keep being passed on. I’m writing this now with anxious butterflies in my stomach just thinking of what is ahead of me…

Goodness!!!

Signing off to get some rest. 🙂 


 

To be yourself

Lately I’ve been caught up in so much of what is going on in other people’s lives, but what for? I’m me and that’s ok. I should just be who I am and the best that I can be…

I should not feel sad or anxious about not having something that another person may have just because I feel like I should have those things. If those things are not here right now than that doesn’t matter maybe they’ll come and maybe they won’t. Maybe they’ll come tomorrow and maybe they’ll come in a few years time…

I’m reading this book called “down to earth” … ( http://www.penguin.com.au/products/9780670075928/down-earth)

It’s very inspiring…

One of things that I have just read is

“Stop living according to the expectations of others and focus on building a life that is unique to you”

The book is centred around the idea of simple living. Since being diagnosed with Coeliac Disease I have gone from thinking all I will rely on is the gluten-free substitutes but cook how I used to e.g spag bol (Spaghetti Bolognese) but with G-F pasta, flourless chocolate cake…etc, then I decided to branch out and try new recipes and before you knew it I had a cupboard full of different ingredients…

I started to think if living gluten-free meant 20 ingredients that used to only take 4 or 5 that, that was a bit insane… I have the gluten-free 4 ingredients cookbook… but most of those recipes are good but a bit too basic…I still want to be able to eat delicious food just not spend so much money…

The great thing about this book is it gives you so many ideas on how to live your life fully but simply and not only that but it gives you a guide for each stage in your life in decades so 20s, 30s, 40s, 50s and retirement.  It emphasizes on how if you’re not already living the life you want then it’s never too late to start. (The writer of this book is in her 60s and looks back on her life when she takes the plunge into the concept of simple living…)

It’s true to say that I’m very much a homebody and have always been very happy with that. I want to do things like travel – through my own country and the world…

I want to continue my education (on my own terms…), I want to learn another language, etc,etc

Let’s face it I want love and babies…

And tea and cake

and cats and dogs

and I want to be happy in a place that I call home… I want that home to be filled with photos of friends and family

places I’ve been…

I want my own veggie patch, herb garden… to have lots of flowers

I want to give back to the world so that not all my sentences start with “I want” like they have been…

and acceptance lots of acceptance…

but I think the place to begin is in myself otherwise I don’t think all those things will happen…

If I accept that I am who I am and that no body and I mean no body can take that away from me then I think I will be a better person… along the way I will learn from others of course but I can’t let influence take over and create someone I’m not because that will crush me before my time and no one wants that…

I’ve had a huge lesson of the day:

Be happy with who you are and who you will be!

Signing off because my feet feel frozen!!!

(15 days till Darwin, 15 days to 30 degree weather that’s celsius btw…)

The day that turned around.

Ok. So this morning was frustrating. One of being fed up with public transport and people in general. You know when things just don’t seem to go your way and everyone around you gets in your way. This morning when I arrived at uni – I thought: phew, I actually made it…

It’s fortunate that I left as early as I did because I think as it turned out that most people were not able to show up for some reason or another.

I don’t mind travelling on public transport – most people think it’s annoying and don’t like the company of others.

Here is why I like it or most of the time anyway…

  • You get to sleep if you need – although always with one eye open… lol…
  • You can read books
  • Day dream
  • Be in your own world and not really worry about anyone else – eg. traffic
  • People watch
  • Be on time – most people that I know that drive are almost always late…

Days like today though was just plain frustrating…but you know it’s the same as driving, you don’t always have a smooth run, etc… although once I become a driver – I will be loving it…fingers crossed…

Because driving when I have driven makes me anxious… the type of anxious that almost makes me too anxious if you know what I mean…

anyway back to today…

I arrive at uni – later than I had anticipated…which I really don’t like…

My ensemble group for Drama/Dance were ready to go once I got there and they didn’t seem to mind that I was late – which was ok and it wasn’t my fault so, once I got over the stress we were able to get down to work…

It’s funny how group work can be and most of the time I’ve been in groups where there have been clashes… but this time, no – there doesn’t seem to be any clashes and we’re all agreeing. Most people reading are probably thinking that it’s too good to be true, but no… I’m telling you – we all work together REALLY well.

We got through at least 90 mins of work before class started and now have a rough outline of how the piece will go, eg, a rough idea for each scene and which order they’ll be in… which is just amazing!

By the time we had this done… we had at least half an hour for lunch and my public transport chaos had been completely forgotten…

Class had begun – we did some great partner work based on trust and of course improv… one activity I didn’t really like doing but at least could see the point.

The activity that followed was looking at scripts and how we could use them in teaching – which was hilariously fun (does this even make sense??) and we kept reading script after script – which was just great…and showed how much confidence I now have with this – unlike how I was back at school…urgh…

We finished with collating our ideas on using scripts in a classroom a break and then some chatting before going home…

On my way home I needed to got to the supermarket and got lots of food…plus most of it was on special…came home in the sun… and just felt like my mood had been completely changed from this morning…

My cat was a little sulky and apparently had been in the cupboard under the stairs all day…which made me get a little worried…think I might call the vet just to get some advice…hmmm… really don’t want to go through that again…after a few cuddles with him and feeding him…he seemed alright…lets hope he is…

I had a cup of earl grey tea and home-made donuts and my outlook on the whole day had now been completely changed.

yay to good days

Lesson of the day:

Don’t let something that happens in the morning be the outcome of the day, it’s easy to get bogged down on the negatives – but more enjoyable to smile and let it go…

Drink tea for it is magical and having something sweet with it can really make it worthwhile…

Signing off – cos now it’s TV time! 🙂

Soup, Tea and Honey.

It is sometimes easier to give in to having a rest. To take a break from life and just relax. Us uni students didn’t get Labour Day off and I think that was the cause of the sore throat I received. I should have had that day off on Monday – it was as though they planned it right when everyone needed it…

(Although I know that’s not really true)

Instead I decided to have two days off right in the middle of the week, but I only did it because I knew I needed it. I’m not the type of person to skip school – trust me… I remember back in 2003 I rocked up to school completely sick, I was wrecked, etc but was still determined to go because I spent all weekend working on an assignment for history…kids these days would probably call me a loser or something… I don’t really know what they say anymore as I’m not one…

I did have moments in the two  years after to make up for being so determined, but I’m pretty sure that was due to illness… because most of the time I loved school… some poeple might have thought the amount of love I had for school was sickening or strange or just plain weird…

The reasoning behind staying home the last couple of days was because last week I had the biggest week which didn’t stop by the time the weekend rolled round and then it was Monday where I had to start again…plus when I left the house on Tuesday all ready to go – my throat felt so sore that right now I’m having trouble to describe just how much…but basically too sore to spend in a classroom full of grade 5/6s and Prep/1s, that’s for sure.

I ended up going straight back to bed and not getting out again until that afternoon where I decided to crawl over to my medical centre, where I spent most of the afternoon wishing I had never left the house…but I needed a medical certificate and had to wait it out. I did so though surrounded by the many characters that enter and leave a waiting room…

There was the elderly couple – who looked like they had lived a good life looking out for each other… the girl who only wanted to smoke a cigerette…and was wearing sunnies inside…the elderly man who piped up about being retired for 17 years and was oblivious to what was going on around him, the girl who walked in looking like she could fall over cos she was that sick, a scary looking person who made me feel incredibly anxious, a woman who swore with everything that came out of her mouth but was as sweet as anything, a really impatient person who kept yelling at the doctor, a mother who kids needed the flu vaccine and another mother with two children…

these children though were very painful to be around and most kids I like, in fact pretty much all children I like (yes I’m deranged…) but seriously their mother was sitting there while they rang around the room, crawled on the floor, threw their ball around, threw tan bark on my lap, spilt their drinks, etc. You name it and these kids did it. While their mother sat and watched them and when she got frustrated would tell them off with a whisper!!! Why… Ok. So I’m not a parent. My experience with children is in the classroom or looking after them while their parents are at work so yes raising them is different and normally I don’t question how children are disciplined but this time I feel like I have to ask – why was she just sitting there???

Eventually and I mean eventually I was greeted by my doctor with “this place is a mad-house and it’s like watching a reality tv show” – see the funny thing is, is every-time I’ve seen her – it’s pretty much the same and then she confirms my sanity and we get down to the diagnosis…and I’m the one that keeps coming back? but then again so does she..

So with medical certificate in hand…I went home via the supermarket to pick up some soup (spicy pumpkin). My new diet for the day consisted of a lot of soup, a lot of tea, warm apple juice and of course honey. Tonight I made chicken, sweet corn soup with vermicelli rice and chili flakes – for that extra kick and I think it’s done the trick or at least I hope it’s done the trick…because I’ve actually got to the point that I want to go back to uni – at least to see my friends…

Also not having my mouth open for the last couple of days unless I really needed to as been such a challenge, I wouldn’t have thought it would be, but then I realised how much I use it…even when alone. I think out loud, I sing to myself and I talk to my appliances/laptop/etc and of course my cat… I’ve even given up talking to my cat to get rid of the sort throat…

Please, please, please – be ok tomorrow… I want things to go back to normal – or relatively anyway….

plus I never want to see Soup, Tea and Honey for a long time…

Lesson of the day:

Rest is good. You need it – so take time every so often to do so otherwise you could burn out or get really ill and none of use want that for anyone…

Take a book to the doctors and immerse yourself in it so that waiting room doesn’t mess with your head and because time goes quickly when you aren’t watching the clock tick.

Signing off so that I can sing again…even if it’s just for fun.