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Easter Styling Ideas...

Good morning to you! Hope you had a lovely weekend... mine was fairly low key, though I did throw myself out of my fitness comfort zone and try Zumba for the first time! Aside from leaping this way while everybody else was crouching that way, I think I did fairly well!

You might have noticed a little blog facelift today; it's something that has been in my mind for a while and was pretty seriously overdue! It's still a work in progress though, so any suggestions you might have are welcome!

Today being the start of 'Easter Week' as I'm calling it, thought I'd start off by posting a little styling inspiration... the first being an Easter Egg Hunt! I can't help myself. I know Fern is only 2 and a bit, but I've been hanging the last two years to have an Easter egg hunt and only barely restrained myself last year. This year, it's on! She will be hunting for actual chocolate... but there is an outside chance much of it will go missing from her basket when she is not looking ;). I better get cracking though; I havn't bought any chocolate, not have I made any yet...

Anyway, check out this little visual feast from Martha Stewart to help get into the Easter spirit:









What have you got planned for Easter? Do you go all out, or is it a quick dash to the supermarket for a Cadbury milk carton of eggs on Thursday arvo?!


They come in 3's

First it was my toe...


Then I fell down the entire stairwell on our holiday...


Then on Thursday night my worst nightmare came true and I went down on my ankle at netball...


3 fractures in my ankle bone! I can not believe it! Worst possible timing! I'm hoping the saying of "it happens in 3's" is true and my bad luck is UP! 1,2,3 and I'm done...


This is now me for the next month! I have a week and a half leave from work and the simple of task of getting up and going to the toilet is painful and a mission! I'm thankful I have the time off work so I will be parking my little but on my couch and not moving the entire week in the hope of it healing faster! I think this task will be very very hard hahah I may go out of my brain! My house is a mess and is driving me crazy but I can't do anything about it! and for some reason I am CRAVING to go for a run! Yeah nice timing motivation! The worst part about it is that I can't play netball for at least a month which I'm the most upset about!

Well here's to a week of nothing! Sleeping, reading, watching endless movies and trashy day time TV and endless blog time! Actually I dream about this all the time so I should appreciate it while it's here! Maybe this was the universe telling me to slow down and take the time to relax! Pretty hurtful message universe but I appreciate it all the same!

x S.K.K x

Chinese Laundry


On Saturday I found myself wandering into one of those random shopping centre Chinese massage places. My back was killing me and I thought a little massage might bring me some relief.

Everyone was very official and efficient looking in their white uniforms and matching smiles. People were blissed out at the reflexology chairs, offering a fabulous advertisement for the services rendered. I figured I could get a half-decent massage for a reasonable price. I said, "I'd like an hour massage on my back, neck and shoulders please."

An ancient lady dressed entirely in black stepped up to the counter beside me. She came up to waist. I could have rested my drink on her toothless head. She stared up at me with the sort of contempt usually reserved for murderers.

"I do her," she said.

"Oh... really?" Ignoring the old witch and talking directly to the official and efficient looking woman behind the counter. "I really need someone, you know, strong. And tall. I'm tall... I..."

"She'll do you," came the firm reply.

I followed as the old lady shuffled out the through the main room, past the staff kitchen and through a door at the very back of the shop. The room was dim and crammed full of paperwork and potions and fungi. An entire cabinet was devoted to acupuncture needles. The shopping centre seemed very, very far away.

"On table," the ancient lady barked, pointing a wizened finger at the sturdy massage table. "I come back, you have no bra on, you got it? Lie face down."

"Oh, okay, yes!" I yelped.

Climbing up onto the huge table I wondered how that tiny old thing was even going to reach my back let alone give me a satisfactory pummeling.  "Fifty bucks," I groaned.

She shuffled back in and barked, "You want melt stuff? I got melt stuff."

"Yeah, okay, whatever," I sighed, willing the whole thing to be over.

She poured something onto my back that felt hot and cold at the same time. Fumes of menthol and wintergreen and something pungent but unidentifiable (probably eye of newt) made my eyes water. The smell went straight to my brain and made my ears rush and my head spin. Disorientated, I barely noticed that she had climbed onto the massage table with me until suddenly I was aware that a toe was holding my neck flat to the table. Dear god, what is she doing? She held onto ropes suspended from the ceiling and she just ground her feet and toes into my back like she was putting out hot coals. She elbowed me, she kneed me, she punched me, she slapped me.

"For the love of god," I squealed.

"You, quiet!" She ordered. "You too impatient. And you got big bottom."

She slipped and slid through all the melt stuff and insulted me left, right and centre. "You too fat." Elbow, elbow. "You don't relax enough." Hit, shove. "You carry child on both hip, not one, you got it?" Punch, punch. "Stand on both feet, not one, you got it?" Shove, knee, push.

Oh my god, I thought, she's a maniac! It felt like she had put me in the washing machine and pressed 'Heavy Duty'.

"You drink that diet coke stuff. No good, you got it? You stop!" Slap, slap, punch.

"Yes, yes I'll stop, I'll stop!" Thinking, oh my god, how does she know that? She's a psychic freak* who's been sent to kill me.

"How long you book for?" she shouted.

"An hour," I heaved. "One hour!"

"I do 45 minute. You can't handle whole hour."

"I. think. you're. right." I gasped.

Next thing you know she's whisper-soft, delicately massaging the knots in my neck. "Ah, see," she crooned. "You like that, lady? Nice, eh?"

I melted along with the melt stuff, mewing like a tiny kitten. "Ah, that's lovely," I purred.

But POW the witch was not dead. She smacked me a mighty blow to the left shoulder. "This better," she barked.

Forty-five minutes later it was over. I rolled off the bench and hunched into my clothes, whimpering softly. I stood up to walk out and every single bone in my back cracked and popped like a percussion set. My foot felt weak on the floor. God, what if she's paralysed me?

But miraculously my legs moved and walking to the front counter, I found myself unfolding like an accordian. I realised that I hadn't felt this good in... years. I felt... straight. I felt... vital. I beamed from ear to ear. The old lady stood humped beside the counter, barely visible over the rim.

"You come back," the old lady said, a statement, not a question.

"Yes," I said. "I come back."

"I do needles next time."

Do you 'treat' yourself to a massage or other therapy from time to time? 
What's your indulgence of choice?

* Only later did I realise that I'd left a bottle of diet coke in the tray under the massage table.


[Image from the movie Marie Antoinette (Sony Pictures)]

Cake Ink

Cake Ink
This week on Flickr Faves Sunday, I bring you the wonderful work of Janelle of Cake Ink. I just love her co-ordinated cakes, bakes and sweet treats she made for an 'Enchanted garden' mini dessert table. Cake Ink. is a collaboration of Samone, graphic designer and owner of Red Letter Studio, and Janelle, of Cupcakes by Janelle, and is based in Melbourne’s bayside. Check back soon for some more of the most inspirational photographers on Flickr.

Some beautiful shots from my Flickr favourites (clockwise from top left):

Have a sweet day!

Don't work with Animals or Children...

Folks, I have been madly working on some new designs for my little shop... including a little range of boys pieces including yoga pants, singlets and onesies!

 But it turns out the sewing is the easy part. My 7 month old recently-crawling-now-standing sonny boy simply will not.sit.still long enough to photograph him in my handiworks! Seriously, the boy won't even let me hold him over my shoulder to burp him anymore; soon as he finishes his milk he starts lurching away from me... no sleepy milky cuddles for me!

But I digress. Elliott looks uber cute in my new designs... but only I can tell. I've now had 3 unsuccessful attempts to photograph my son modelling. 487 photos later I am still at a loss!



And daughter-o? Don't get me started. Seriously, how hard can it be to wear a pretty dress and a gorgeous headband and smile for the camera? Quite difficult, apparently.


Wanted. One baby boy and a baby girl to model bm3 designs. My own kids are officially sacked!

;)

this weeks do list


make strawberry jam
take a long walk on the sand
go on a date with my hubby
work on something special for my Dad's 60th birthday pressie
update our family blog so my Nana in the Uk has something new to see (she checks it every Sunday!)
make phone calls to my dear friends
take a bag of goodies to the op shop
make sure the school shoes are polished for next term
take a trip to spotlight for the school Easter bonnet project
clean & tidy up my studio
go to bed before 9pm at least twice 
post a parcel to a friend


what's on your to do list for this week?



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