A flower journey....

In Sydney, staying at Cowan- a tiny suburb, not many people know where it is. 

While I only lived here for the first 6 months of my life...its 'home' 

My great grandparents lived here. 

My grandmother lives here. 

My other grandmother lived here. 

My mum and dad lived here (they grew up living next door to each other) 

My mum has now moved back here, looking after my grandmother. My little sister lives with her. My big sister lives next door to them (in my great grandmothers house).....and my biggest sister lives around the corner from them!!! 

I walked from mums around to my sisters house and was so impressed with all the flowers....So here we have it- a flower journey from mums to kims....

Makes me even more excited to get home and start our garden....

 

 

I love visiting Cowan. I have so many wonderful memories, of playing with my cousins and spending time with Ma. Watching Poppy garden. Sitting with Nanna while she knitted away. I love the 'sound' of Cowan. The birds. 

And I am loving that Scarlet is getting excited about walking to the corner store to get a bag of mixed lollies. We use to love doing that!!

A 365 Project

I'm FINALLY starting my 365 project. I was given a 365 book over a year ago. I meant to start it Jan 1st 2010....but it wasn't the right time. And I couldn't settle on a theme. I then thought I'd start it on June 27th, my 31st. But I forgot (can't believe I am admitting that- scatter brain ;p) So I figure....there's no time like the present.  

I wanted to document something positive. 365 days of love? days of thanks? days of me? But what felt right, and exciting was:

"I smiled today..." a 365 project. 

I hope you enjoy it, I'm really excited, and so looking forward to using my camera daily :)

m.x

flowers make everything OK!

I bought myself a bunch of flowers! Its not unusual for us to have flowers 'just because'. We both love flowers, and love having them around the house.
I've been sick. I've been so tired. Exhausted tired. And I've been giving myself hard time, about silly things. Its like there are two of me. One berates and throws the guilt on. The other tries to defend itself and love itself. Unfortunately, this past week, the nasty me has been over powering the other me :(
I've been trying to push myself out of my comfort zone. Its called a comfort zone for a reason. My comfort zone is so warm. and fluffy. and its pink. I digress.
Its been a personal goal of mine, to really try to push the boundaries that I have put on my life, and to banish any self imposed labels. I want to be less introverted. less shy. And put myself 'out there' a bit more.....but I want to do these things while remaining true to my self- I AM shy, quiet and rather introverted. They aren't bad things. And they are part of who I am.
Derby. Derby was one of the things I wanted to do. I wanted to have the confidence to try it. I wanted the skill to succeed at it. And I wanted to meet some new people. So I did it (YAY me!!!) I did tag a long with a friend, and I was scared as hell. So Scared. It took 2 training sessions and I became a 'star one' Still scared. It was good. At the end of my first star one session we had to line up and take it in turns, to skate out to the middle of the rink, and say "my name is Marissa, and I can...." Having to skate into the middle of the rink, and stop (without a wall) was scary enough. Introducing myself- the thought had me petrified. It was my turn. I couldn't work out what was scarier- not doing it- and having 30 or so skaters looking at me, wondering what the hell was wrong with me OR doing it and falling over. or not being able to stop. I did it. My name is Marissa and I can do a one knee slide.
When Scarlet went for her first skating lesson at the end of the lesson the teacher called them out, 1 by 1, to show the rest of the class what they had learnt. Scarlet was one of the biggest kids there, but the newest. Other kids flew by to show how fast they could skate. Scarlet turned and looked at me, turned back around and nervously (and rather unsteadily) marched, fell over, got up, and continued marching. When she finished she turned around and looked at me with the biggest smile on her face. I was so incredibly proud. She was so happy.
I berated myself the whole way home for my 'one knee slide', and I haven't been back to Derby since. But when it was Scarlet my heart swelled with pride and love.

Why are we hard so on ourselves?

So, I have a new idea. Forget about trying to change. How about just learning to love who I am. ha sounds so cliche...

And I thoroughly recommend buying yourself a bunch of flowers. I've put mine on our dining table. And every time I walk past them I feel good. They are just lovely...



m.xx