A Cupla Things

I have a Morton's Neuroma. 

I gardened like this on the weekend. 

I am both deeply ashamed and embarrassed. 

Despite 4 days of non-stop gardening, my garden does NOT look like this.

Haighs chocolate covered cashews are bullshit.

Coffee with the girls before school pick up. I need to redeem myself after the thong disaster so I'm pulling out the pearls.

Polygamists

Anyone else obsessed with polygamists at the moment?

I thought not.

I'm obsessed I tell you. 

Sister Wives 

I had a child that spewed butter chicken all over my house for two days. 

ALL. OVER. MY. HOUSE.

The only thing to do was grab a bucket and watch the entire series of both My Sister Wives and My Five Wives.

My Five Wives

I'm starting to think it needs some reconsideration. Imagine, never having to cook or put out, five babysitters and five wardrobes to steal clothes from?

Closer to reality however.

Went to the Botanic Gardens. 

Absolutely superb at the moment. 

The camellias are in bloom.

Nothing says "I'm a geriatric" like a crystal bowl of floating camellias. 

I am however both a geriatric and a fan. 

Had my niece's 3rd birthday. 

Terrible pic, but trust me it was amazing. 

Totally over the top, puts my years of a sausage and bread to shame. I think my 15 was slightly resentful. I'll be paying for that when she's choosing the nursing home. 

Gardening today (and for the last 3) so I'll be wearing this whilst I hobble around like the geriatric I profess to be.

Ok. That's a lie. 

I'll be wearing old jeans, my husband's old business shirt and an old Powder Finger jumper with a cowboy hat, but I couldn't find that essem on pinterest.

Have a good Queen's faux birthday.  

Food Envy

Had dinner at the fabulous L's.

Mrs L wore a superior kaftan arrangement. In winter. It's the hormones you know.

She made this superior lamb and chickpea dish, all whilst wearing a silk kaftan. Now that takes skill people.

I contributed this sad mulberry and lemon thing. I did grow the lemons and mulberries so I guess that's something.

Had P's birthday dinner at Rigatonis. 

Everyone's food was fabulous. Except mine. I had undercooked salty pasta; and my second case of food envy for the week.

P looked the business in this leopard print frock. 

Drinks at Benjamin of Franklin. 

Eclectic. 

I love it.

These are bowls and glasses suspended from the dining room ceiling. 

Tenuous and glorious. Won't be trying this at home.

Cold tomorrow. 

Have an important meeting and feeling fat and hormonal, only a black frock and a belt will do.

Busy

Apart from our little trip to Singapore, it's been busy around here.

The youngest had his first crack at Auskick. Apparently he won, the WHOLE game, on his own. 

He did not take these socks off for three days.

Number 3 started ballet. 

It makes a mother's heart sing I tell you.

Had a hearty coq au vin by the newly constructed fire pit. 

Went to the shack. 

Yorkes.

Greatest place on Earth.

Went to a dinner party at P's.

That girl can cook I tell you.

Held a tennis night. 

I am absolutely, totally shit. Yes, even after a bottle or two of champagne.

Were guests at a big, black tie do last night. 

Wore this el'cheapo Chanel inspired number I picked up in Hagi lane. 

Hides a multitude of sins.

Always remember - big sleeves balance a big arse.

In keeping with Chanel inspired numbers I'm going to try and pull this Jade Jagger ensem' together for lunch today.

Might whack some pearls on too.

It's 24C again today - crazy I tell you, crazy.

Have an absolutely brilliant Sunday.

Mothers Day

You may think me unworthy, given I hid the Easter eggs in a rose bush and all, but I was spoilt. 

Had high tea at the Fullerton Singapore. 

Sounds posh, but we were exploiting a junket. 

I won't lie. I made a pig of myself.

I don't want to sound ungrateful but I prefer Raffles, which was unsurprisingly booked out. 

I blame the husband - a piss poor planner.   

The Singaporeans know how to grow an orchid.

They grow like weeds.

Jealous.

My predictions of a cold winter were wrong.

It's unseasonably warm and I'm itching to hide my massive post-holiday arse behind some big winter coats. 

The patterned pants are getting a work out instead.

Do Not Let the Children Play with the Camera

"No Shit" you say.

This is it for the Easter photos. 

The little kids "played" with the SLR and ruined the settings and lost all the photos. 

It makes it that little bit sweeter that I hid some of the easter eggs in a rose bush.

Off to the park today.

It's 10C this morning. 

It's going to be a long, cold winter.

It's a good Good Friday

Ate obligatory prawns and oysters. 

Made red velvet cupcakes. My absolute fav. 

Fat free. Sugar free.

Ok that's lies. But praise Yezus how I lurve them.

Cleaned up the back yard for an Easter Partay or two. 

Looks better from a distance.

Still lovin' da blue and white? 

Me too. 

If you're a tad prudish don't look too closely at this one.

It's even good in glassware. 

Went to Mapo for dinner and the only photo I got was of the Woolies birthday cake we got my girlfriend. We're generous like that! 

But you MUST have the Mapo Coffee Pork Spare Ribs. Seriously. 

This will be me tomorrow as the tennis balls sail above my head, stylish yet absolutely shit house. 

Although I'll have a Pimms in hand. 

Have a great Easter peoples. X