CiBi

These are pics of my friends cafe/retail space before they officially opened, almost 1 year ago.

It's such an inviting, open, lovely space and twelve months on, I'm delighted to say they're doing well.

I've not published these before and thought now would be a good time, seeing as how their anniversary is approaching...

Photo credits go to the clever and patient J...[who'll probably not be too impressed I've popped them up without asking first!]

If you're in Melbourne, pop in and say hi to Megumi and Zenta and wish them a happy anniversary!

http://www.cibi.com.au/

Taking Sides

When my partner and I separated a few months back, I expected some friends may take sides...not that sides needed to be taken. It was an amicable split and as far as separations go, surprisingly one of the least traumatic I've been through.

When my friends began asking about my [ex] partner...
"How's he doing? Is he ok? Would it be ok if I called him?"
part of me felt all warm inside that he was so loved, and part of me selfishly felt betrayed.

His friends did not call me. They did not ask how I was doing. They did not send me little emails checking in.

Was I not as loved? Were they glad he and I had parted ways? Did they put up with me simply because he loved me?

Not only did I mourn the loss of someone I had hoped would be in my life long-term, I also began mourning the loss of his friends.

I felt abandoned. I questioned their friendship. I was angry.

Surprisingly over time, the people I least expected to contact me, did.

I started to think about the neglect I felt. I was not loved any less. I was not abandoned. I was not disliked.

It was very simple...

What I came to realise was, friends were not taking sides. It all came down to the strength of the friendship.

When I really thought about it, there were friends I never completely bonded with.
They were 'his' friends.

So now instead of feeling betrayed and angry, I am thankful my world contains the friends it does.

Bike season

Well, it's nearly that time of year again...treddlie time!

I'll be honest, my precious funny little vintage bike, is kept warm and dry in the colder months [as am I!]
I house her in the loungeroom to amuse my friends who giggle at her when they come over...but we don't care, do we darling?

Ahem...where was I?

Oh yes, so it's at this time of year that I begin to get excited at the thought of taking her out again.
God bless her, she has no hand breaks, no gears and terribly loose steering but I love her still...

The folds of time

Since I was a little girl and I did a weekend workshop in origami, I have always wanted to expand my repertoire.

I figure it's the perfect art for me as it combines two of my loves...paper, and making things.

I was watching a documentary the other night which reignited my spark to take up origami. Some of the pieces were so intricate, they had over 1000 folds! Incredible.

Not only do I think this is a beautiful art form, I think it could be just what I need to practice patience...




I have been searching for somewhere that teaches this ancient art of paper folding, but it seems Adelaideians aren't that into it.

This website is rather helpful with its tutorials though...perhaps I'll start there.

http://www.theorigamipeople.com/

[Potential] slice of heaven

OK, so it doesn't look like much but I want this to be my new home.

After searching for a new place for the last three months, I realised I wasn't going to find a home I liked [that I could afford] in an area I wanted, so I began searching for a housemate instead.

As the universe works, just last week after I finally found two prospective housemates, I spot this little darling on realestate.com.

It is as close to perfect as I have seen...

I want to go to there [as Liz Lemon would say]

I have a tendency to get very excited about things [it's kinda cute] but with high expectations come low disappointments and I must be prepared.

The rental market is a tough one and although I believe I'm the ideal tenant, it's not really up to me now is it?

Anyway, this is my potential little slice of heaven and if it's not to be, I'm fickle enough that I'll fall in love with something else soon enough ;)

Nap time...

Something like this for upstairs at work could be good...

Mr. Sandman bring me a dream.

It's no secret that I haven't been sleeping lately, and anyone who knows me, knows I love to sleep.

For some reason, about three weeks ago my mind decided it didn't need the usual seven hours rest it used to require.

Now it seems, it's prepared to settle for three.

The first week wasn't so bad, I got a lot of housework done and still managed to remain perky at work, despite feeling pretty flat.

Week two, and the nightmares started.
I'm talking, full-on, I think I'm still awake nightmares. The stuff of movies.
These of course you understand, did nothing to encourage me to go to sleep every night...

Week three and my mind started to play tricks on me, I became slightly delirious, made silly decisions, cried a bit, and became irritated and impatient.

And here we are, the commencement of week four and what do you know...3:17am and I'm still awake.

I wonder when my mind will decide to go back to it's regular routine...

I have moments when I think this is sustainable and I see the benefits of a 21 hour day, but really, I don't think this is normal.

So, I have chosen to start yet another blog.

This time, I'm writing for anyone and everyone who cares to read...