The Facts

This photo looks like a mugshot (crime: extreme tiredness and aggravated exhaustion), see below for the explanation...

Some important facts (well, probably not important, but they are facts):

1. We are now here on the Gold Coast in our little beach shack. All unpacked and finally shipshape. What a mission that was!
2. Moving to a new town in a new state is somewhat discombobulating.
3. Trying to blog about my life is slightly difficult when I have no life. Top of my To-Do list is "Get a Life".
4. The little dude broke my camera on Sunday. How? An unsolved mystery.
5. The only other camera in the house is an ancient digital which goes dead when you use the zoom. Trying to take self-timer self-portraits with it is nightmarish. That mugshot up there was the only shot where I managed to get myself completely in the frame.
6. I feel like I am on constant patrol for potential little dude friends so am in disguise as a regular mummy-type person with a subdued and sensible wardrobe.
7. The little dude is requiring a lot more of my energy than usual because he's feeling the effects of upheaval, and also because we're in a new house with lots of space for him to rampage and maraud and generally get up to stuff (eg. breaking camera).

None of this is conducive to blogging AT ALL. We do have our broadband back on at least, which is conducive to the reading of blogs - so that's something.

So, sad to say, the disrupted programming situation around here will continue for a while. I have set myself a little goal of posting at least twice a week and I'm hoping that if we can solve the camera conundrum (and make some actual friends in the neighbourhood) then I'll start amping back up to my old daily posting ways.

I took a leaf out of Sharon-Rose's book and hit a car boot sale on Sunday. It was like a million garage sales all squished into a carpark and I got a tiny bit overwhelmed because in my usual garage sale M.O. I started talking to all the stallholders and getting the back stories on all their stuff - and there were so many stalls and stallholders and so much stuff my circuits started to overload. In the end I only bought a waste basket for 50 cents (that's the kind of shopping I'm doing at the moment with a new house to fill) and this eighties leather vest of extreme and irresistible preposterousness.


The pale leather fringing is actually lavender:

The guy I bought this from (for the exorbitant sum of $10 because I couldn't be bothered bargaining him down) got it in Vegas (where else?) and I'm pretty sure he wore it with all the trimmings, and without irony. I think I'll just be boring and wear it with shorts and a ribbed tank.

xx
Skye
PS. There's lots of lovely things happening too, we're just in the initial storming-the-beaches phase of our invasion plan and things are still a bit topsy-turvy and hectic. One of my favourite little discoveries was a gardenia bush flowering in our front yard: