Thursday, April 21, 2011

Rule #2

Whilst away for the weekend, my dearest darling husband, being the thoughtful man that he is, was trying to help me out, and mistook my 'floordrobe' for washing. Which, while it isn't that much of an issue, for me, was a waste of his own precious time.

Amongst my 'floordrobe' was a gorgeous little black knitted Witchery Cardigan, just gorgeous. I have been waiting on the perfect time, and conditions, to wear it, which so far have not arrived. However I was trying it on, deciding if I should take it away for the weekend with me. I didn't. Which is how it ended up in my floordrobe in the first place. In hindsight, I wish I had have packed it.

The cardie now fits my 8 year old.


Thank you honey for your lovely gesture, and for being so kind hearted and thinking of me, as always, but.....

Rule #2 - DON'T DO MY WASHING!!!!! please.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Drawing the line.

I read a post this morning on of my favourite blogs Be a Fun Mum.

Where to draw the line. It seems that everybody has their own line drawn. And some people have no line at all.  This was evident in the news yesterday, regarding a school in Melbourne that airbrushed the school photos. Right down to changing the girls hairstyles!

Hearing that made me really sad and angry. Hearing the girls talking, seeing how upset they were, some in tears, made me wonder how I would feel if this happened to my daughter. I didn't have to wonder for too long.

My daughter is beautiful. She has bright blue eyes, gorgeous blonde hair, that is slowly growing darker with each hair cut, a beaming smile that lights up the world, with a few gaps thrown in care of the tooth fairy!
While she is only in Grade 2 I already love to look back at her school photos and see the changes in her as she grows, too fast, into a young lady.

'This is the year that you cut your own fringe'.

'This is the year that you lost your first tooth, and then the other 3 just before the photo's were taken'.

'Look how much your hair has grown since kinder!".

I love it. And I can't even begin to imagine the embarrassment my fondness for school photo's is going to cause all my babies when they are all grown up.

I would be devastated to find out that the school airbrushed her pictures! That they took some of those memories away from me, and tried to replace them with their ideal.

And that's what it comes down to, that is the bigger picture here. This school is teaching these children what most parents are trying to undo. That YOU are PERFECT just the way you are. YOU are gorgeous, pretty, amazing and wonderful, simply because you are YOU.
Beauty isn't about makeup, it isn't about your hair style, it isn't about trying to cover up growing up and all the nasty things that it entails.

Airbrushing in magazines is bad enough. It draws a line that is unachievable for women. It makes women feel that they always need to be more, do more. That they aren't amazing the way they are. And young girls look to these people, these airbrushed images, to work out their ideal. Their ideal body weight/shape/hair colour/height and the list goes on.

And now, to add to that fake ideal, they are airbrushing school photos. They are telling teenage girls that THEY aren't good/pretty/perfect enough for a SCHOOL PHOTO!

I am sorry private school that I will not name, but you DISGUST me. You DEGRADE these children, and women at large.

I am so glad that I take the time each day to tell my daughters that I love them, and that they are perfect and beautiful. And if you are a mother of a child, please be sure to let them know that too. And tell them I said so too!

That's where I draw the line. At my children. I draw the line at their need to be children. At their need to grow up and learn along the way. Sure, my line probably moves with situations, but thats OK, life is situational. I sleep well knowing that my daughters know they are beautiful just the way they are.


'There is only one beautiful child in the world, and every mother has it'.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Wordless Wednesday


Party Prep.

It's Nearly Schnorbies birthday. My BIRTHday. Wow, those eight years have flown by.
I must admit, I am a bit of a sook when it comes to my children growing another year older.
She is only turning 8, yet my brain is screaming SHE IS GOING TO BE 12 SOON! 

Surely not.

Not my little shaddow.

My precious little girl who helped me to keep the bed warm each night for 3 years. Who I insisted slept in my arms all those nights, in fear that something would happen to her if she was in her own bed. 
The little girl that has been with me through the best and worse of my life, is growing up.


Anyway, enough of the soppy, sentimental crap, before I start blubbering all over again! 

We are throwing her a party this year. She has missed out the last 2 years as we moved, then we had the non-sleeping-velcro-baby arrive in our lives. So this year is schnorbies party year. 

Rockstar themed. 
Think, awesome leather jackets and other gorgeous vinnies finds in a dress up box, glitter wigs, Dame Edna glasses, coloured hair spray, nail polish, glitter makeup.... and a photo booth! 

She is super excited, as are The Farmer and I. 
So excited that, once the kids went to bed last night, we thought we would have a little play ourselves. 

You know, to test that it was all ok..... ;)

As I was spraying The Farmers mohawk that I put in his hair bright pink, whilst wearing a sparkly glitter wig, awesome sunglasses, glitter lips.... I heard a noise.

There was Wommy, standing at the kitchen doorway, with this look of utter disgust on his face. 
A look that says.... 'That would be right, I KNEW it, all the cool stuff happens when we go to bed, and if you think I am ever sleeping again you are mistaken'.....

I felt like a child, and my 3 year old was the parent, who just caught me doing all this while I was really meant to be napping! 

So, if the amount of fun The Farmer and I had last night is anything to go on, then the kids on Sunday are going to LOVE it!