the big laugh.

finally,
i knew it was cooped up in there waiting to come out
grandma & grandpa came to visit one evening
and apparently grandma is super funny
because you started laughing so hard.
i quickly grabbed my phone and hit record
so happy i have this video to repeat over, and over, and over.

yes, she looks at me with a big frown a couple times-
like she didn't know whether to laugh or cry!

she now laughs almost daily-
and i promise you i look so ridiculous trying to make her :)

a change is in the air

this year i thought it would be fun to change things up a bit & move away from the usual 'wordless wednesday' so after lots of brainstorming i have come up with a new weekly photo link up.






i hope you will join me for the first snap it link up on wednesday feb 1st

the topic will be



i am looking forward to seeing all your snaps & adding lots more blogs to my reading list. spread the word & i will see you then!

* I wasn't 100% happy with the logo so have made a few changes. please feel free to add the logo button to your blog.

Spring Pastels

Spring Pastels
Source 1,2,3,4

Last week I went to the Top Drawer interior show at Earl's Court in London. It was full of great stands full of all the new Spring products hitting the stores soon. I especially loved the abundance of soft, chalky pastel colours for every room in the house!

So this week on Inspirational Pins I wanted to share with you my current fave pastel interior shots from my Pinterest boards. From the gorgeous striped feature wall and pretty floral cushions in the living room to the stack of candy striped tins adorned with birds and fauna. A pastel pink Smeg fridge and lavender oven set against duck egg blue units and, last but not least, the candy coloured crockery set hanging on the wall.

Have a sweet day!

A Dress Up Party

On Saturday night we went to a party. Not just any party but a dress up party! Our friend 'Brendon' turned the big 3 0 so the party was a 'B' party. It was held at our neighbours house. They had a joint party with Brendon and had a belated 'new years' party as they were on their honeymoon for the real thing! My 'b' dress up choice was simple! A Ballerina! Why would I dress up as anything else. This is the chance to connect with your inner child and have fun with costumes. I'm a true Ballerina at heart.




 Rob, on the other hand, had ideas and plans all of his own. His idea was simple, in his mind! A BEACH BALL. Why Why Why? He had the idea from the moment we got the invitation and he did not let it go. Even though I tried to 'sway' his opinion on more than several occasions, his heart was set on that dam beach ball. So I kicked my little wife butt and told myself to be more 'supportive' of his choices and put my thinking cap on. A beach ball he wanted so a beach ball he would have. We thought and thought for weeks about all the different way we could get the beach ball on him and 'stuff' him. Again Robs thoughts were simple...wading. Um wading? I don't sew so I had no idea how much would this be and I was assuming it would be very very hot. But Rob was determined to be stuffed with wading. We bought a beach ball. We bought the stuffing and this is what we came up with!

 TA-DA...A BEACH BALL!!!

 He clearly loved his costume! 

Personally I think we did a pretty good job! He was a hit at the party and got plenty of laughs which is what he was going for! In the end I absolutely LOVED the idea! At the start I thought he was crazy and thought we would never pull it off, but we did. Well he did! ;-)

x S.K.K x

Très Adore...

Over Christmas I dillied and dallied over a few new creations for my store; last week I finally got around to finishing some of them. And, whilst they look cute pegged up on my studio wall, nothing beats trying them on a real live model! My own kiddies are growing way too rapidly and lil Fern is getting a wee bit old to be scampering around in ruffled bloomers so when I can get my hands on a friend's baby to model my creations I do!

Late last week, a girlfriend was kind enough to loan her adorable daughter to me for an hour or so. We headed down to the lake about 3pm with my dusty camera in tow. It was a little bit shadowy and the light wasn't quite perfect..... but the clothes looked adorable on her (if Im allowed to say so myself) and Im pretty darn proud of how the shots came out. I guess I did pay a little attention during all those Community college camera courses and uni tutes about composition. And thank goodness for a bit of (free!) editing software!

Right. Now I've finished blowing my own trumpet, here's a looksy at one of the new creations I've added to my store as modelled by little Leila. Don't you want to eat her up? 

ps. If you (or someone you know) live on the Central Coast and have an adorable baby <12 months and would like to 'loan' their modelling services to me, do enquire within!! bubbymakesthree@yahoo.com

xx





Red rag to a bullshit

Some people are just so outrageously different to ourselves that it's somehow personally offensive. Even though they aren't really affecting us in any way - they are technically just getting on with their lives and we with ours - we feel the need to say something to them, to somehow get involved.

I'm not certain why that is.

There must be a fundamental part of us that is born to rally. To state our case, to defend our beliefs, to rise against the tide. The older we get, the more likely we are to defend what we know and question what we don't. But it's a red rag to a bull, isn't it? Even though we want to go gently, we're going to have to take on the might of the bull at some stage with only our wits and our little red rag to defend ourselves.

I think it's important to keep going, though. As long as you have an open and curious mind and continually seek to question and investigate your own beliefs, I support anyone who is willing to hold up that red rag and say 'enough'. Even if I don't believe in what you believe in, even if I question your reasons for needing to defend them, even then.

Because what's the alternative? Getting mauled by the bull anyway, that's what. So many people see that little person out there in the centre of the ring and say, "she's wasting her time, she'll never win" and they look away. But they are the herd, not the bull fighter. Time spent standing up for yourself is never a waste of time.

I say, don't be afraid. To question things you don't understand. To suggest alternatives. To ask for things to change. To stand up and be counted and, in the gentlest, most kindest way possible, to take on the bullies, the selfish, the arrogant and the cruel. Fight the bullshit, whatever it takes, even if you don't think you can win, even if you're a lone figure and people question your motives and maybe your sanity. Even if you question them yourself. Because at the end of the day, our fight is all we've really got. The trick is to know when you've won.

Do you stand up for yourself?
Do you believe in anything enough to take on the world?


This post is dedicated to Melissa. Belief alone is peace, my friend.

[Image by Cassia Beck]