Thursday, August 30, 2012

luna park fun

Last Friday, at the youngest niece's request, I took my sister, her two daughters, and my own precious angel to Luna Park (the nephew opting to stay at home and jam with the husband).

Youngest niece and daughter had a fantastic time tearing around coney island, teenage niece was content to wander around and take arty photos on her mother's camera.  Sister and I just found a seat, drank coffee and watched the action.

My daughter really did enjoy taking shots up the park gate's nose :)

Oversized nostril shots by my daughter - the rest by me.  Hopefully teenage niece's photos will be coming soon.

Monday, August 27, 2012

Fond memories and a little sadness.

My sister and her children have gone back to Queensland after a wonderful  and busy 4 day stay.
The place seems so quiet and my daughter is missing her cousins.
Even the puppy is listless.
However, tomorrow our normal routine starts again and we'll be a little less sad as we remember the fun we've had.

Thursday, August 23, 2012

A quick post

to let you know that I'll be missing in action for a few days.  I have family arriving on my doorstep tonight to stay for a short visit.
Now to get back to my panic cleaning and baking......................

Saturday, August 18, 2012

The scent of spring


A very stressful couple of weeks at work.
Maybe the coming of Spring will lighten things.
I take photos of the colour in my garden and think happy thoughts.

Late season oranges (ignore the compost bin in the background)

Cyclamen - a gift from a friend
Baby flower buds - sleeping until Spring

Sunday, August 12, 2012

A quiet day

I've missed blogging.  I've been so busy getting ready for an influx of house guests, I haven't had much time to think of anything else.
I had a stressful month and needed to slow down.  So I spent the day rugged up in a blanket reading.

With the wind and rain outside, I lost myself in a witty book of handy household hints.
A glimpse of sun

The light started to die.

I snuggled further into my blanket.

I want to stay here all day, but hunger drives me into the kitchen to bake some potatoes and make some allspice gravy.
I know that recipe is here somewhere......

On my turntable:  Stacy Kent & Jan Lundgren Trio / Street of Dreams (Nu Jazz Anthology)

Thursday, August 2, 2012

The sweet smell of memories

I miss wearing perfume.
I've had a recent bout of flu (mild thank goodness) where you'd think the inability to wear perfume would be of little consequence.  I mean - I couldn't smell a dang thing anyway.
But a lineup of migraines in the last couple of years (yes - off to the neurologist I go) has had me unable to tolerate my favourite scents (at least until the kathumping stops).

I was thinking about this as I was driving to another specialist appointment (gynae, not neuro, oh the joys of being female) and realised that today was the first time in a while that I've been able to spritz myself before leaving the house.  I have a bottle of Maroussia at the moment.

It's spicy, fiery and fun, and I like to wear it when I'm feeling adventurous (or needing false bravado when one is heading of to a gynecology appointment).  But it's not my absolute favourite.  This in turn lead me to think of my favourite perfumes which I haven't bought in a while.

The first is J'Adore by Christian Dior.
Image from Fragrantica
 The smell reminds me of my first trip to Switzerland with my  hubby.  I bought it duty free in Melbourne airport while waiting for a connecting flight. 

My second is Angel by  Tierry Mugler. 
Image from EauMG
This perfume just smells to me like chocolate and brings back memories of our first trip to New Zealand.  We arrived in Christchurch on Christmas day and hubby had bought it for me as a surprise. 

All these musings led me to the conclusion that smell really does invoke memories.  At least for me.  My two favourite perfumes remind me of happy times with my hubby, and of places I've been.  I always smile and feel good whenever I walk through the perfume department - unless of course I've been attacked by the migraine monster whereas then I just flee to the nearest pharmacy.

What memories do your favourite perfumes, or favourite smells really, bring to you?