That cosy feeling you get

Have you ever noticed that no one does it like Mum?
Couldn't top Mum's pav!! My Mumma does the best Spag Bowl there is. Mum irons a shirt like you've never seen. No ones does a cup of tea like Mum!!

Now I understand why hippies always dress so relaxed and comfortable. Because that's the way we want to feel. The less complications in life, the more relaxed we are.

Maybe Mother Earth knitted this jumper for the tree, because it wanted to be cosy.

Installation art in Kings Cross, Sydney

Always read the fine print...

There's no saying what unexpected quirks one might encounter along the bumpy road to a full life expectancy.

Pirate Pjs.

Sometimes it's the smallest things that remind us of who we are.

I have to wear matching Pj's and socks to bed. My burger pillow has to be there with my monkey and there must be music on, to the likes of DJ Shadow or Danger Mouse. The best way to fall asleep is with new sheets and rain on a tin roof.

And there's nothing like Pirate Pj's to bring out the little girl sneaking around behind the curtains.

Matchbox cars, they are good for bringing her out as well. There's nothing like a matchbox car to drive back and forward, and to drift around the legs of the dining room table.

Colouring in, I love colouring in. I love colouring in Ariel from The Little Mermaid. That's fun. She's fun.

Will you be my Flounder?

Do you have the time?

How do we know when a relationship isn't working.

We have all been there, a great smile, a few flaws, but nobody is perfect. Right?

At first, those few flaws seem manageable... we just won't go to a 5 star restaurant because he holds his fork all wrong and speaks with his mouth full. And on the train I'll just keep up conversation so that he doesn't make vulgar comments when someone who doesn't fit his 'model citizen' image walks into the carriage.

After the first few arguments full of terrible adjectives preceding your name, the light flickers a little. Then the controlling behaviour kicks in and you just think to yourself, its ok, because I can work him into what I want.

Why is it that we women believe that we can use the power of persuasion to teach an old dog new tricks.

Those first signs, they are never one off, that intuition of yours isn't a stomach ache.

So now he says he is head over heels and you're trailing behind, still finding excuses, and working your way around his anger management problems. The intuition has turned into nausea whenever you miss a phone call and all of a sudden he can't live without you. But that you, isn't really you. It's Miss Nausea girl, persuading her way out the door, fantasying about Mr Right Now, transforming into Mr Perfect.

Then you decide, it's time to jump ship, you show the signs and initiate the break up, little Miss Nausea is creeping back into your life but this time for different reasons. Anger management classes that he said he was going to attend, never started, they must have given him the wrong address he says. You already had your goals for the next month all set in motion, get back to the basics and have a little you time. Push that aside Miss Nausea, still more 'trying' required. You know how much he loves you, sure, but he doesn't realise that actions speak louder than words and what you feel in the pit of your stomach isn't love, its fear.


So when is it time to say...

Enough is enough.

Push the boundaries.

Alex McQueens Summer Spring 2010, Paris Fashion Week Collection.

"Did you do something different, did you try something new"

-Lupe Fiasco