Pyjama Rama!

Today my two little ones had a Bananas in Pyjamas day at playgroup where they got to dress up in their pyjamas and decorate pillowcases, which sounds innocent and adorable so cute.

Until it happens to me.... I'm sure the angels think I'm hilarious.

Today was freezing (well it was to my unaclimatized family anyhow) and we were running late (no surprise there) but it's also shop day so the variety of food is a little low to the ground.

We managed to scrounge enough change for tuckshop for little Miss Diva but I figured I would buy something for playgroup after I dropped hubby and Miss Diva off.

But as I kissed little Miss Diva goodbye I realised to buy food for playgroup I would have to take my pyjama wearing, beanie and mitten clad munchkins into Woolworths.
So taking a deep fortifying breath I herded my two over excited children through the local woolies, mentioning 'how much fun our pyjama party at playgroup will be' numerously and a few octaves louder than normal.
Hoping that my fellow shoppers wouldn't judge me too harshly as a lazy parent who couldn't bother dressing her children before grocery shopping at 9:15am.

But we managed and the kids loved Playgroup, singing Bananas in Pyjamas, twinkle twinkle, and creating beautiful, if not a little abstract, artworks on their pillowcases. And I began to relax

Now for normal people that would be it, they would calmly enjoy their outing then head home with smiles on their faces.

But I'm not normal.

The phone rang, apparantly there is no tuckshop at Miss Diva's school on Tuesdays (a small fact they didn't mention on their tuckshop menu)
Did I mention we didn't have much food at home? So now not only did we have to cut our playgroup short we had to head back to Woolworths.

If I thought this morning was embarassing, running through the shops with pyjama wearing, crazy beanie haired children at 11am, trying to get the food back to school before the end of lunchtime is worse. Then having to take said lunch through the school to give to Miss Diva, well by now I just didn't care.

Now it was just plain funny!

Maybe my goofy grin and laugh as a watched my giggling pyjama babies running after me, hauling up their pants legs so they could keep up labelled me as insane. But maybe I shouldn't worry so much about what others think and besides I'm pretty sure the angels were laughing right along with me.

Things I am thankful for..... cliche I know

So finally I am back online, the dust is settling from our two moves this year, with the two new schools, new playgoups, new roads to learn and culture to adapt to. But I think finally it's beginning to feel like home, and seeing as I am such an Eeyore girl and manage to see the greyness in everything I thought i would list the things I am thankful for... a little cliche I know but hey when you're not born with rose tinted glasses a girls gotta start somewhere. :)


So I'm thankful that kids can adapt so quickly we've really changed their lives alot this year, before we came here, they'd never been on a train or bus, didn't understand the concept of a traffic jam or what a motorway was or that you  probably wouldn't see at least two or three people you knew at the local playground. But now they swipe their go cards like pro's can hail a bus and know when mumma says she's merging onto the motorway they really should zip it.


I'm thankful that so many people have been kind and thoughtful and patient with us as we adjusted to the city and then again to the southside. So many people have dropped by meals, helped unpack the truck or offered to watch my crazy, beautiful munchkins. I'm not sure they knew what they were getting themselves in for but, hey, that just make me more thankful.

And I am thankful that none of my Eeyore predictions of crashing the removalist truck, my kids drawing texta all over the newly carpeted rental in rebellion or my children hating me for moving them from their friends and family have come true. Because really as satisfying as "I told you so" can be I really dont like being right about more drama!

A little grasp for sanity

A little bit of creativeness, just me destressing from a family of sick and miserable people :)

Made in Smilebox

My quest.

The boxes are unpacked and the rooms setup, but somehow the coziness of home is missing, it could be the wildly different light fittings my rental has, (I have no idea why a giant round paper lantern is a good light fitting for a tiny hallway) or the bizarre mulberry vertical blinds in the lounge. Or the fact that my lovely husband has taken half of our bedroom as his study.

Whatever the reason I've decided that I won't be beaten by the random and generally horrifying design choices of my landlord. So all afternoon I've been scouring blogs and websites to help me find ideas and inspiration to help my in my quest.

To be honest its been so fun I think I'm going to really love reclaiming this house from the clutches of its neon green stair rails and dusty ancient pendant lights in the kitchen. So in the spirit of making my mark on this house I thought I'd start with something small and make a string of paper lantern lights. I've seen this idea done many ways but Ava at cut out and keep has really simple and easy to follow instructions. 

I just love how calming and bohemian it can instantly make a space. It instantly grabs your attention so that you don't dwell on other, less creative parts of the room.

Back on the Grid!

Back on the Grid...


So for the last 8 months I've been forcibly absent from the blogger world grid, and I missed you guys like crazy! We decided to move out of town while we prepared for our big family move from beef country Rockhampton to the big smoke Brisbane, but unfortunately for me ADSL hasn't made it to the far reaches of Kabra, Qld and while we had mobile internet, if there was a cloud in the sky, any cloud, the internet coverage would be slow at best and mind numbingly painful at worst.

So finally as I sit in my new Brissy office, with the brilliance of south east Queensland coverage, back on the grid, I'm struggling to know where to start.

I guess i should start with some of the basics of my new life, Little Miss Diva is now 6 and starting the big grade 1 tomorrow, Little Mr is 4 and still a creative, fragile soul and Little Miss Tomboy has hit the terrible two's wholeheartedly!
 We now live in Keperra, a northern suburb of Brisbane, and are quickly trying to grasp the learning curve of Brisbane.
I'm still in love with interior decorating, and now I have an overdose of options, (I dragged my family to ikea the second day we were here hehehe) I'm still looking for any new and ingenious ideas to parenting and making my place more a home and I'm still desperately trying to learn the patience my three passionate children demand.

So that's me after eight months absent, not a huge change but I cant wait to catch up with you all and find out what little adventures you've all had.