It's been a while since I posted anything.
I admit that moving into this house has been a challenge that I have yet to conquer.
My main computer sits unconnected in a room filled with boxes spilling over with Christmas tree ornaments. Images are piling up on my laptop waiting to be transferred and edited.
More boxes decorate the living room, filled full of books I have read far to many times.
I keep putting off making final decisions about placement.
Right now I'm busy dodging boring sports (read women's water polo, women's basketball, white water canoeing) and trying to catch the equestrian events from the extremely poor television coverage. Australians are supposedly swimming mad, as if that's the only sport that interests us. Personally I'd much rather see the equestrian events as they pertain to an activity that I will be pursuing this year - I'm finally turning in to a twelve year old pig tailed girl and learning how to ride a horse properly.
For this I shall first need to go shopping, for boots,a helmet and a bra that will withstand all of the inevitable jiggling.
Speaking of foundation garments I have finally learnt my underwear laundering lesson.
Being too tired to care I threw a load of washing in the other day. Usually I'll hunt out a delicates bag to wash my bra's in, this time I threw all caution to the wind. Washed and tumble dried one of my very few pretty bra's came out minus an under wire. The missing metal was found twisted in such a way that only melting it down and recasting it would fix it's problem.
Lessons of turning 40 - Washing bags - Use them!!
I admit that moving into this house has been a challenge that I have yet to conquer.
My main computer sits unconnected in a room filled with boxes spilling over with Christmas tree ornaments. Images are piling up on my laptop waiting to be transferred and edited.
More boxes decorate the living room, filled full of books I have read far to many times.
I keep putting off making final decisions about placement.
Right now I'm busy dodging boring sports (read women's water polo, women's basketball, white water canoeing) and trying to catch the equestrian events from the extremely poor television coverage. Australians are supposedly swimming mad, as if that's the only sport that interests us. Personally I'd much rather see the equestrian events as they pertain to an activity that I will be pursuing this year - I'm finally turning in to a twelve year old pig tailed girl and learning how to ride a horse properly.
For this I shall first need to go shopping, for boots,a helmet and a bra that will withstand all of the inevitable jiggling.
Speaking of foundation garments I have finally learnt my underwear laundering lesson.
Being too tired to care I threw a load of washing in the other day. Usually I'll hunt out a delicates bag to wash my bra's in, this time I threw all caution to the wind. Washed and tumble dried one of my very few pretty bra's came out minus an under wire. The missing metal was found twisted in such a way that only melting it down and recasting it would fix it's problem.
Lessons of turning 40 - Washing bags - Use them!!
