So today I thought I would post a few pics of some happy Spring-a-ding-a-ling time to get us through the chill.
All images can be found on my Heart It page.
Can't wait to start snapping my own Spring Love for realsies xx
Tuesday, 5 July 2011
Missing Spring
The last few days have been particularly cold and miserable with a howling wind that seems to threaten to blow my house down. Big bad wolf be gone!
So today I thought I would post a few pics of some happy Spring-a-ding-a-ling time to get us through the chill.
So today I thought I would post a few pics of some happy Spring-a-ding-a-ling time to get us through the chill.
Monday, 4 July 2011
Sinking Feeling
I thought that blogs were meant to be "part narcissistic self examination, part therapy and part mindless ramblings".
To quote Kitty Kat Conundrums.
But maybe that's just me... and kitty of coarse.
Anyway I think it would be wise to be a little more selective in what I set forth into the wide world of the web.
All kinds of impressions can be made of me I suppose through something so innocent as a little rant or two and some honest truths.
I have been trying to work out for a while what kind of a blog this one will be and at least now I have seen the dangers of treating it like an on-line diary. You never know who's reading it after all...
Then again what a boring little blog this would be if I never spoke my mind.
Hmm - dilemas and sinking feelings attached to my posts already. What is a girl to do?...
Answer: Keep it to yourself. Sunshine and lollipops from now do you reckon?
Monday Love
Would you look at that? I'm chirpy on a Monday!
Dry July day 4 and I'm feelin' fine.
(Minus the grumpy mood I had this morning thanks to the hammering that was my not so subtle wake up call from next doors renos. Hope they finish soon.)
Here are some items and images that have inspired many fuzzy feelings today.
I can feel a serious addiction to Vivien Holloway coming on...
How I would love to own this fairy dress found in Karla's Closet
 Would also love an occasion to try out some of these Hot 1940's Hairstyles |
Here's one more image to brighten up your Monday:
Found on We heart it
All the best on "Your" Mon-day
xxx
Katsicles :)
Sunday, 3 July 2011
Kato Kleinai - Florina
I did manage to find one poem that wasn't all about heart break & doom.
It's a rather pretty account of my observations of a tiny village in Greece that I spent 3 months of my youth in.
Considering I was only 14 at the time I wrote it I think its quite a mature account and reading it manages to take me back there, flooding my mind with memories of a much simpler place and time.
I hope you get some enjoyment out of it too.
As they run on it's gravel surface and lay on its moss & grass,
The mountains watch all around them
protecting them from all the dangers of the outside world.
As the sun beats down making the earth a dry, warm blanket
the children keep on playing,
never minding the heat but continuing their crazy wild fun
'till dusk comes to remind them of home.
Finally the sun kisses the mountains goodnight
and together they stain the view a mixture of
greens, purples, pinks and blues.
The lamps in the street slowly blink on,
and the children tiredly make their way home.
By night the village is transformed
and the teens come out to claim it.
The air is filled with the sweet smell of perfume
and the crisp scent of cologne.
All childish laughter has faded now
and is dominated by teenage gossip,
While the earth gets trampled and scuffed by rushing feet,
the old deserted school yard becomes their moonlit playground.
Groups come and go
leaving behind empty sunflower shells
and drained cigarette butts mark their territory.
As the minutes crawl to hours
the gossip begins to die down,
The teens get bored and restless
as there's nothing left to fill the time.
They slowly leave the area
with a few shouts and smart jeers,
before too long everyone leaves the streets
and goes home to rest in bed.
Those few precious hours before dawn
belong to the village alone,
finally able to rest and rejuvenate for a brand new day.
The wind caresses the leaves of the weeping willows
and carries the scent of mankind out behind the mountains
to be forgotten and left to rest.
The crickets chirp while a galaxy of stars sparkle brightly
in the soft hazy glow of the moon.
Soon the air is filled with the sharp freshness of Geraniums and gentle mountain dew,
Slowly dawn lifts her beautiful face over the shelter of the hills,
And the village of Kato Kleinai is born again.
I can picture myself sitting on my aunts balcony sheltered by the grape vines, book on my lap, pen in hand safely tucked away 3 stories high where no one would notice me taking everything in.
Must've been early on in my trip before i got the courage to start mingling and causing all kinds of ruckus - the sort a small town like that would surely still be talking about.
Well I hope you didn't think that one was as stupid as the last one i posted but I promise there are no more and at least now you know why hehe.
xx
Kat
It's a rather pretty account of my observations of a tiny village in Greece that I spent 3 months of my youth in.
Considering I was only 14 at the time I wrote it I think its quite a mature account and reading it manages to take me back there, flooding my mind with memories of a much simpler place and time.
I hope you get some enjoyment out of it too.
Kato Kleinai
By day the village belongs to the children and their dreams.As they run on it's gravel surface and lay on its moss & grass,
The mountains watch all around them
protecting them from all the dangers of the outside world.
As the sun beats down making the earth a dry, warm blanket
the children keep on playing,
never minding the heat but continuing their crazy wild fun
'till dusk comes to remind them of home.
Finally the sun kisses the mountains goodnight
and together they stain the view a mixture of
greens, purples, pinks and blues.
The lamps in the street slowly blink on,
and the children tiredly make their way home.
By night the village is transformed
and the teens come out to claim it.
The air is filled with the sweet smell of perfume
and the crisp scent of cologne.
All childish laughter has faded now
and is dominated by teenage gossip,
While the earth gets trampled and scuffed by rushing feet,
the old deserted school yard becomes their moonlit playground.
Groups come and go
leaving behind empty sunflower shells
and drained cigarette butts mark their territory.
As the minutes crawl to hours
the gossip begins to die down,
The teens get bored and restless
as there's nothing left to fill the time.
They slowly leave the area
with a few shouts and smart jeers,
before too long everyone leaves the streets
and goes home to rest in bed.
Those few precious hours before dawn
belong to the village alone,
finally able to rest and rejuvenate for a brand new day.
The wind caresses the leaves of the weeping willows
and carries the scent of mankind out behind the mountains
to be forgotten and left to rest.
The crickets chirp while a galaxy of stars sparkle brightly
in the soft hazy glow of the moon.
Soon the air is filled with the sharp freshness of Geraniums and gentle mountain dew,
Slowly dawn lifts her beautiful face over the shelter of the hills,
And the village of Kato Kleinai is born again.
I can picture myself sitting on my aunts balcony sheltered by the grape vines, book on my lap, pen in hand safely tucked away 3 stories high where no one would notice me taking everything in.
Must've been early on in my trip before i got the courage to start mingling and causing all kinds of ruckus - the sort a small town like that would surely still be talking about.
Well I hope you didn't think that one was as stupid as the last one i posted but I promise there are no more and at least now you know why hehe.
xx
Kat
Sunday Lovin'
So here I am as promised and ready to fill you in on the latest.
What did I do on my refreshed and revitalised Sunday you ask?
Um.. no.
How about salami hanging and kitchen appliance shopping?
Yea, it was as thrilling as it sounds and I'm about as impressed as you are. Though I am now the lucky owner of a brand new food processor, salad spinner and pestle & mortar. Somebody hand me an apron!
Do you think he's trying to send me a message...
Let me just describe my hubby first.
He's about as Aussie as they come.
(for any foreigners out there that's a slang term for someone who's the very embodiment of Australia ie: true blue, ocka or in other words a guy who loves all kinds of sports, thinks beer is the equivalent of a health drink and is a plain old funny prick.)
Slowly over the years he's been morphing from a bourbon drinking, parma eating yobo into a beer drinking, parma eating euro.
Suddenly the man who thought salt and pepper was "spicy" is now growing his own herb garden complete with tomatoes and chilli's, pickling his home grown peppers and making his own traditional style salami.
Coming attractions include home made wine, garden grown tomato sauce and soon to come: cellar style Grapa (or rocket fuel, whatever you want to call it - both are much of a muchness really)
I think my father has finally found his long lost protege. It may be time to call a time out on their play dates before he makes a total transformation into my fathers perfect image complete with track suit pants and high gloss dress shoes.
On another note I've decided writing for this blog will be my creative outlet.
Well as far as creative writing goes this will probably be it for me. Blogging is a kind of writing isn't it?
Well if you're waiting for short stories and meaningful poetry I don't think it will be coming my peeps.
I know I said this would be a way for me to give a voice to that little girl within but after reading some of my poetry and literature from my teens I think it may be best if she stayed gagged.
I know all teenagers are prone to being moody and angsty but sweet lordy was I on a whole other level!
Here's a prime example:
When I Cry (feeling warm & fuzzy already aren't you)
Each of my tears
a single rain drop.
Each rain drop
persists into a storm.
Each storm
Produces a dam.
Each dam
Fills to the brim.
Every end result
is a flood,
And in that flood
I get swept away.
etcetera, etcetera and more of the above...
Funny how I don't remember being such an unhappy teenager.
I find it amazing how hormones can play such an integral part into the making of mountains from molehills.
Poor poor little adolescents.
It didn't help of coarse that the majority of my poetry was written at roughly the same time I discovered my first love who was consequently also my first heart break. All at a time of heightened emotional fragility.
God, you couldn't pay me enough to relive those years.
Even if I could go back with the knowledge I have now. Thank goodness for the lack of time machines and the wisdom maturity brings.
If I come across my old floppy disk (remember those? Surely now I'm showing my age) maybe I'll share a few short stories after proofing them first of coarse.
Hopefully my memory of those isn't as rose coloured as my recollection of my poetry was.
We shall soon see.
Lovin u & leavin ya -
for now
xx
Kat
What did I do on my refreshed and revitalised Sunday you ask?
- Have a lovely breakfast/brunch perhaps?
- Maybe take a stroll down one of our many Sunday Farmers Markets?
- Hmmm... I could've spent the day on a much beloved road trip to a surprise destination. Pick a highway and keep driving down it till you spot something interesting along the way. Just my kind of adventure!
Um.. no.
How about salami hanging and kitchen appliance shopping?
Yea, it was as thrilling as it sounds and I'm about as impressed as you are. Though I am now the lucky owner of a brand new food processor, salad spinner and pestle & mortar. Somebody hand me an apron!
Do you think he's trying to send me a message...
Let me just describe my hubby first.
He's about as Aussie as they come.
(for any foreigners out there that's a slang term for someone who's the very embodiment of Australia ie: true blue, ocka or in other words a guy who loves all kinds of sports, thinks beer is the equivalent of a health drink and is a plain old funny prick.)
Slowly over the years he's been morphing from a bourbon drinking, parma eating yobo into a beer drinking, parma eating euro.
Suddenly the man who thought salt and pepper was "spicy" is now growing his own herb garden complete with tomatoes and chilli's, pickling his home grown peppers and making his own traditional style salami.
Coming attractions include home made wine, garden grown tomato sauce and soon to come: cellar style Grapa (or rocket fuel, whatever you want to call it - both are much of a muchness really)
I think my father has finally found his long lost protege. It may be time to call a time out on their play dates before he makes a total transformation into my fathers perfect image complete with track suit pants and high gloss dress shoes.
On another note I've decided writing for this blog will be my creative outlet.
Well as far as creative writing goes this will probably be it for me. Blogging is a kind of writing isn't it?
Well if you're waiting for short stories and meaningful poetry I don't think it will be coming my peeps.
I know I said this would be a way for me to give a voice to that little girl within but after reading some of my poetry and literature from my teens I think it may be best if she stayed gagged.
I know all teenagers are prone to being moody and angsty but sweet lordy was I on a whole other level!
Here's a prime example:
When I Cry (feeling warm & fuzzy already aren't you)
Each of my tears
a single rain drop.
Each rain drop
persists into a storm.
Each storm
Produces a dam.
Each dam
Fills to the brim.
Every end result
is a flood,
And in that flood
I get swept away.
etcetera, etcetera and more of the above...
Funny how I don't remember being such an unhappy teenager.
I find it amazing how hormones can play such an integral part into the making of mountains from molehills.
Poor poor little adolescents.
It didn't help of coarse that the majority of my poetry was written at roughly the same time I discovered my first love who was consequently also my first heart break. All at a time of heightened emotional fragility.
God, you couldn't pay me enough to relive those years.
Even if I could go back with the knowledge I have now. Thank goodness for the lack of time machines and the wisdom maturity brings.
If I come across my old floppy disk (remember those? Surely now I'm showing my age) maybe I'll share a few short stories after proofing them first of coarse.
Hopefully my memory of those isn't as rose coloured as my recollection of my poetry was.
We shall soon see.
Lovin u & leavin ya -
for now
xx
Kat
Saturday, 2 July 2011
Grateful
Today I am grateful for:
Owning my own business.
I've been particularly appreciative of my work situation this week while the weathers been so mild.
(For a Melbourne winter at least) Who else gets the chance to walk their dog in the sunshine in the middle of the day or nip off for a sneaky Thai Massage on a Monday afternoon cos they can't be bothered with the rest of the working day? Even unbooked days have their silver linings.
Yes I'm mostly stuck in the house all day and I'm exhausted by the end of the week but the special relationships I've formed with all the wonderful people who walk through my door as well as the immense joy I get from transforming people from blah to fab makes it all worthwhile.
Shellac. If you haven't discovered this yet people you NEED to get on it! It has single handedly revolutionised the manicure industry and saved my life. No more nasty acrylic nails, all that drilling and filling, smelly fumes and tedious work is dead.
In half an hour you get an amazing manicure that looks so good you'd think your nails were fake. Best part is it doesn't ruin your nail underneath and the colour looks flawless for up to 2 weeks. This weeks lovely colour creation was a blend of Cocoa topped with Romantique
And finally this is the outcome of your nails after a 2 week application. Long strong healthy natural nails:
K, I'm off to finish the last leg of my day. It's full of my favourite treatments. Eyebrow sculpting and Shellac mani's. Yay!
Have a great weekend xx
Owning my own business.
I've been particularly appreciative of my work situation this week while the weathers been so mild.
(For a Melbourne winter at least) Who else gets the chance to walk their dog in the sunshine in the middle of the day or nip off for a sneaky Thai Massage on a Monday afternoon cos they can't be bothered with the rest of the working day? Even unbooked days have their silver linings.
Yes I'm mostly stuck in the house all day and I'm exhausted by the end of the week but the special relationships I've formed with all the wonderful people who walk through my door as well as the immense joy I get from transforming people from blah to fab makes it all worthwhile.
Shellac. If you haven't discovered this yet people you NEED to get on it! It has single handedly revolutionised the manicure industry and saved my life. No more nasty acrylic nails, all that drilling and filling, smelly fumes and tedious work is dead.
In half an hour you get an amazing manicure that looks so good you'd think your nails were fake. Best part is it doesn't ruin your nail underneath and the colour looks flawless for up to 2 weeks. This weeks lovely colour creation was a blend of Cocoa topped with Romantique
This is a marbling technique.
K, I'm off to finish the last leg of my day. It's full of my favourite treatments. Eyebrow sculpting and Shellac mani's. Yay!
Have a great weekend xx
Friday, 1 July 2011
Still Alive
Just in case you were wondering what's happened to me I am still alive - barely!
This week has drained it hard core. Between working on the business, working on my figure and working out the bomb shell that has been my house I've had no time to show any blog love. Sorry for neglecting you :(
I actually have a few new things to post about namely finding my hilariously angsty poetry from my High School days... so embarrassing it hurts lolll
As well as this being day 1 of my Dry July challenge. Oh my... just 30 more to go...
Well I'll try to get on here again over the weekend (I won't be hungover on this Sunday for a change Hoorah! So that should help)
P.S. Today is the birthday of the ever lovely Miss Ambs and what a lovely day it is.
Perfect for big road trips to visit her roots but alas Salami has come between us - (I can hear a collective "whhaaat? tf" of confusion. - But more on my husbands conversion to the Greecy side another time haha)
Happy Birthday dearest!!! ♥
Thinking of you xx
This week has drained it hard core. Between working on the business, working on my figure and working out the bomb shell that has been my house I've had no time to show any blog love. Sorry for neglecting you :(
I actually have a few new things to post about namely finding my hilariously angsty poetry from my High School days... so embarrassing it hurts lolll
As well as this being day 1 of my Dry July challenge. Oh my... just 30 more to go...
Well I'll try to get on here again over the weekend (I won't be hungover on this Sunday for a change Hoorah! So that should help)
P.S. Today is the birthday of the ever lovely Miss Ambs and what a lovely day it is.
Perfect for big road trips to visit her roots but alas Salami has come between us - (I can hear a collective "whhaaat? tf" of confusion. - But more on my husbands conversion to the Greecy side another time haha)
Happy Birthday dearest!!! ♥
Thinking of you xx
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