Babies Galore

No babies me for a while yet.  I’ve always gotten conflicting messages from my mom though:

Message 1:   Don’t have babies until you’re at least 30.

Message 2:   I want grandbabies!  Now!

Sorry mom, but I’m not going to have babies before I’m ready just to fulfil her need to be a grandmother.  Especially since she’s on the other side of the world.   As I’ve said before, she’ll have to make do with having grandpuppies.

I might just be the least clucky person my age, but it’s hard not to be clucky when so many people around me are or either pregnant or a mom. 

Last summer we went to four weddings.  Four!  Those weddings have resulted in one pregnancy and one baby (my nephew).

We’ve also had two couples over to an evening of wine and seafood only to discover that they were both expecting.  Awkward!

Then just last week our friends welcomed a beautiful daughter into the world.  Also, my gorgeous friend Ellen is mom to the most beautiful baby girl who I’ve not yet had the pleasure to meet.  And another long-time friend just 20 days older than me has three wonderful boys.

All of this makes me think that being a mom might be pretty awesome.  But I’m just not ready…yet.

Shoes!!!

I love love love love love love LOVE shoes!  Few things make me happier than a pair of peep toe heels.  Except maybe cuddles, cupcakes and puppies.

Many stores are having their end of financial year sales so now is a great time to pick up a bargain.  Last night I had a function in the city and decided to stop in at David Jones for a bit of wedding shoe shopping beforehand.  Shoes galore!!  It would have been so much more fun if they weren’t all so damn expensive.  Amongst the Jimmy Choos, Marc Jacobs, and Laboutains were some quirky, sparkly and significantly less pricey shoes by Anne Klein.  It was love at first sight!  It matched all the requirements I had for wedding shoes:

Peep toes, heels, blue or silver, sparkly and with something unique.

I saw a pair at Gary Castles the weekend before but the $899 price tag was waaaaaay over my shoe budget.

So, here is what I got:

The colour/texture is called ‘caviar’ because they kind of look like they’ve been smeared with caviar.  These are totally untraditional and kind of weird but so perfect for me. 

My mom hates them and my dad thinks they’re tacky.  But I adore them.  Nobody’s really going to see them anyway so as long as they are comfortable and make me happy then it’s all good.

And because I’m the queen of wedding bargains, I found the same shoes from Amazon.com in the US for half the price.  So the ones I bought from David Jones are going back after I get my dress hemmed and I’ll have another pair sent to my parents’ house for them to bring when they come for the wedding.  Yay shoes!

I Am My Wardrobe

There are many milestones that can signal becoming and adult.  Some consider turning 18 and being able to vote their transition into adulthood.  Other things like moving out of home, graduating from college, earning your first paycheck, buying a car, paying bills, living alone, buying your first home, getting married, or having your first child marks adulthood for some.  I’ve done all those things (minus the last two) but I’ve always still felt like a kid.

Last week I realised that I’m officially and adult.  No, the realisation didn’t come as a result of my 27th birthday (although at 27 I should feel like an adult).

I’ve been working on a project out in the factory for the past couple of weeks.  The factory is not the cleanest place around so I’ve been wearing “grubby” clothes.  These “grubby” clothes are the same clothes I wore throughout college, in the evenings and on weekends.  After five days of this routine I ran out of clothes.  When did I run out of ‘normal’ clothes, the clothes that I’ve been wearing my whole life?  I used to LIVE in jeans, t-shirts, flip-flops, running shoes, gym shorts, tank tops, yoga pants, and hoodies.  Anything with buttons was for special occasions.

Now my closet consists of sensible work pants, knee-length skirts, button-up blouses and comfortable heels.  Pretty, but not fun.  Adulthood, like my wardrobe, is sensible but kind of boring.

Love Cats

Since we will be entering the reception to ‘The Love Cats’ by The Cure, I thought that this picture was fitting:

That’s us every morning, but in cat form. 

To the person who broke into my car:

Hey Asshole,

Thanks a lot for breaking my window.  What a great way to start the week!

The least you could have done is actually take something.  You’d be doing me a favour seeing as I need to clean out the car.  What, the scraggly old sweater in the back wasn’t good enough for you?  How about the broken fan in the boot?  No?  The two year old bottle of Advil with said Advil melted in a big brown lump not potent enough?  Jeez thieves are picky these days.

So now I’m out $450.  Not that I needed it for my mortgage or anything.  Plus the seat is soaked because it rained all night, so that’s an added bonus.

Word to the wise, thief: breaking into the crappiest car on the street won’t get you enough money to buy those drugs you so desperately need.  Why not go for the Mercedes parked behind me?  Or how about the BMW parked in front of me?  If I can’t afford a nice car, I probably can’t afford nice things to leave in it.  So you should have at least taken the Advil because those are the only drugs you’ll score as a result of breaking into my car.

(Un)sincerely,

-slosydney

Update: They did take something! The spare deodorant I keep in the glovebox.  So somewhere in Sydney is a thief that is presumably less stinky than they were the day before.

The Perfect Touch

Although my mom kind of drives me insane, we did have a lot of fun together.  On her last night here, while Dad and the fiance plowed bottle of wine numero quatro, my mom and I played dress up.  I put on my wedding dress while she oohed and aahed over it.  We’ve already decided that I’m going to wear earrings that belonged to my great grandmother on my dad’s side; simple little pearl earrings that were worn by her on her wedding day, then by my grandmother, then by my aunt and soon, me.

As my dress is very simple, we thought we’d add a little decoration to dress it up a bit.  I was thinking beading on the straps, or an deco pin on the bodice.  Mom brought over a pin that belonged to my great grandmother on my mom’s side.  We put it in the centre of the bodice and she started crying.  It was so perfect!  It’s all the dress needs, and so nice that I’ll be wearing something from both sides of the family.

In other news, my dad discovered my great grandmother and great grandfather’s marriage certificate.  They were married on December 20th; the same day we are planning on getting married.  This wedding is turning out to inlcude a lot of special family tributes.

As much as my family drives me nuts, they’re the reason I’m in this world.  There’s a lot to thank them for, and I can only hope that I make my ancestors proud.