Feeling a bit of female empowerment after moving 1/2 the house with just my little sister helping. Putting the boys and their bi-ceps to shame.

Now were's that bottle of wine....

Time to share some flower love.





Been doing floristry for 4 or 5 years now. Fell into it after I realised if I was going to drop out of uni then I'd better have a dam good excuse for my parents who'd spent lots of $$$ to send me there. So one Saturday morning, one coffee, one newspaper, one jobs section, one phone call and 20 cigarettes later I was signed up for an interview the following tuesday.





Since then I've enjoyed a long and beautiful relationship with pretty much anything that can set roots in the ground.





Below is one of my favourites; Fig Branches, White Tulips, Red Celosia, Blue Hydrangea and Burgundy Dahlias. After making this particular vase, I went on to make a smaller Dahlia vase for the very beautiful and talented Sia, who was playing a gig across the road from my work. Yes I name dropped, it's my only bragging right and I'm calling it. Ner.

The next little gem is a vase of Tulips, Roses & Hyacinths, for an engagement party morning tea.

Highlights...dropping the brownies I'd spent an hour making for mothers group all over the floor within 5 minutes of arriving.

This pretty much set the tone for the rest of the week.

On the upside...my kid's pretty awesome (see below for photographic evidence).

Moving house is a cruel punishment that should be reserved for those who put frangipani stickets on their cars and walk slow down supermarket aisles. Rodney owns about 1000 jackets in various shades of khaki and refuses to donate any to the salvos. Said jackets are going to require one whole car trip of their own to the new house. However once in the new house we will have copious amounts of space and such khaki jackets can be retreated to the depths of our fantastic walk in robe, never to be seen again.

Is it too soon to want more babies?

Stereophonics on Tuesday, do you think Kelly Jones would be interesting in adopting my cute little family. I wouldn't mind.

Wedding month is approaching and the scary doom doom doom music should be sounding shortly. Why I do this to myself I don't know. Lets all take a moment to imagine how happy and stress free I would be without a handfull of bridezilla's pummelling my email inbox on a daily basis.

Mothers Group

Had mothers group yesterday, our first. So my dreams of entering this group looking a like a perfectly respectable young mum were totally shattered.

I had to work beforehand and had exactly 1/2 hour to drive home (20minute drive) feed Austin, Change Austin, Pack nappy bag, Pack car and haul ass to the centre, So consequently arrived in a frantic mess with my make-up all but gone and hair every which way. Nice.

I'd like to say it was great, but in actual fact it was just really..awkward. You could practically see the judgement and smugness walking around the room, patting some on the back and smacking others around the head. Some ladies were just plain RUDE.

It wasn't all terrible, some ladies were lovely.

I don't know if we'll be lifelong friends. It would have been nice to meet someone I 'clicked' with. Gets lonely not having close Friends with babes. I can see peoples interest literally 'click' off as soon as I start talking about anything remotely related to Austin or kids in general. Although who am I kidding...I'm not really that interested in talking about anything else.