Monday, February 21, 2011
When I was younger I hated it when people said I looked like my Mum. I didn't want to look like anyone else. I wanted to be exotic, individual. Now I like it when people say I look like her. She is one of the best, most wonderful, funny and beautiful people I know. I like that you can tell that I'm hers.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Anooke's year 12 major art work was selected for this years Art Express exhibition at the Art Gallery of NSW, so we drove into the city for the launch. It was so exciting to see her brilliant film playing at the gallery. Afterwards we wanted to take her somewhere special for lunch to celebrate. Lella and I threw some ideas around, but Anooke's idea of special was Harry's Cafe De Wheels – a totally stylin' roadside diner. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised by Anooke anymore.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
I was asked to put some flowers together for a wedding last weekend, so last Friday Lella and I got up at 4.30am and headed to the flower markets in search of some pretty blooms.
Before my first visit to the flower markets, I had imagined them to be a beautiful, serene place filled with rows of flowers and pretty coloured tents. My romantic fantasy was well and truly shattered when I realised the reality was quite different. The markets are dirty, wet, stressful and busy. The sellers are big men in leather aprons – some are nice and some are awful. The rows of flowers are there, but the dirty white buckets they're in are a long way from my pretty coloured tents.
If you've never been it's worth the trip. They sell flowers you could never imagine. Lella and I saw a bunch of beetroot coloured roses. I wish I had've bought them.
We spent the day putting together bouquets and discussing what our 'florist names' would be – I chose Felicity and Lella chose Anastacia. My house has smelt of roses all week. It's beautiful.