ironing al fresco at midnight

Ya, haa, ha, ha. How far away from the truth is this? Mothers (and some fathers too, I guess) everywhere have been working away preparing for the Chrsitmas frenzy of feasting and exchange. I've seen women in the supermarket today with big round, I'm so tired but I just can't stop until it's all done eyes. I never realised how much work Christmas with children could be until this one. It should be more fun. It will be more fun.

And talking about presents, who in the right mind would give someone an ironing board for Christmas? Unless they really, really wanted one? The Christmas my dad gave my mum an axe as a present is legendary in out family. Don't do it fellas.


This picture is from a 2002 Home Beautiful, from a little section the back (hence the less than clear picture) where they poke fun at the appliances and household trends from the past. In the future it'll be breadmakers?

I feel as though I'm well behind here. Several pictures ready and waiting to have words put around them, including two from others which are my favourite sort. Hopefull there'll be some time for idle writing in the post christmas lull. Or I may just watch dvds on the couch. I certainly won't be ironing (unless sewing realated) that's for sure.


So anyway, I'm nearly all done. Because otherwise why would I be doing a blog post? Tonight after Grace unwraps presents from her Tasmanian side of the family (presents on Christmas eve is a German tradition so I'm told and spreading it all out works for me), eats some chocolate and goes to bed (hopefully), we're going to wrap her presents, put them under the tree and drink a bottle of lambrusco. All of it. And then tommorrow will come as it will.

So Merry Christmas readers!

first day of summer

Yesterday was gorgeous, warm but not too hot. A flower scented balmy breeze wafting through the garden. G did a load of washing and I watched it dry as I sat in the sunroom with my sewing. The washing stayed out all night but that's alright, it's summer now. Now, he's bought it all in because he's mowing the law, before the plums start to fall. Maybe I should go help with the folding, ahem.


No doubt, it will get hotter and drier. The balmy nights will give way to those awful, too hot nights. The sort where you don't sleep well and the next day is hard because it's still too hot and everyone is grumpy and tired, and complaining about the heat. Yet it's kind of relaxed because it's too hot to actually do anything but drink beer and other long cold drinks and eat icypoles. Early summer though, just lovely.