Friday, January 27, 2012

Darling Dahlias, You Do Delight Me

The other day my lovely mother-in-law came for a visit and brought me a bunch of dahlias from her garden.

I don't have much else to say other than I love dahlias, they're so cheery and beautiful.

If you're feeling blue they have a magical way of brightening your day.  (Oh goodness, that's on the verge of sounding like a Hallmark card - perhaps I've found my calling?!)

Friday, January 20, 2012

Oh Baby!

I just bought the most beautiful dress from Trade Me.

I could try and describe it but I'd only embarrass myself with my lack of fashion knowledge, so here's the picture of it ...


(I hope the trader doesn't mind me using it!)

I love how it's so subtly sexy.  It covers everything, but it emphasises the curves (and apparently has a slit up the back, vavavooom!)

The only thing wrong with this dress?  I won't be able to wear it for months, because I'm pregnant.

Unfortunately pregnancy hasn't cured me of my desire to buy vintage frocks.  So now they arrive all packaged up, they're unwrapped and lovingly placed in my wardrobe.  Where I admire them from time to time.

I like to think of them as post-baby-body inspiration.  

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Get Off My Arse!

Today the almost unbelievable happened.

After 10 years of being a dedicated biped I put my hands on the wheel of a car and drove.

Not just a practice tootle down the quiet backstreets of my suburb.  A real life drive.  On the open road.  Going 100 kilometres an hour, whizzing past paddocks and cows, before slowing down to 50 k's as we moseyed through small country towns, then increasing speed as we hit the Auckland motorway.

I feel like I should have italicised 'the'.

With leather encasing my butt, the smell of hot tarmac in the air and sweaty palms greasing the wheel I felt the magnificent freedom of the keen motorist.

I also discovered what I'd long suspected.  People are mental on the roads.  Young people and grown ups alike tailgated the living daylights out of me.  Apparently doing the speed limit is optional to those driving Holdens or Fords or clapped out Toyotas from the early 90's.  Who knew?

So I was thinking I should get a bumper sticker made.

Please back off.
My tail is for my husband alone.
Or maybe ...
If you can see me giving you the finger you're too close.