Monday, November 16, 2009
Saturday morning, after a foot-stomping evening of Heel and Toe, the Mr and I redeemed the Christmas 2008 Grandparent Weekend Babysitting Voucher, headed into central Melbourne and had two arguments within the first hour.
They were sort of necessary arguments because I was feeling weird and the getting huffy, then huffier and then getting over it had an all round clearing-the-air effect. After that we remembered how to be just ‘us’ for the first time in ages and I stopped scanning crowds trying to locate three kids.
I spend a lot of time looking down at kid level. Which is why I admit that I quite like hanging washing on the line (it’s a glamourous life). Looking up past the pegs reminds me to notice stuff like cloud critters, or a flock of birds making like an arrowhead, or how much moss has grown on our roof tiles.
This weekend I was up-looking with abandon...
...and wondering who invented the sport of Tied Together Shoe Throwing.
Someone up high was looking straight back down, because odds dictate that I should have walked into something unforgiving and pole-like.
There was also much looking elsewhere with the Melbourne Theatre Company Garage Sale, which involved the essential purchase of a mountain of wooden hair curlers for the princely sum of $1. I haven’t the foggiest why we bought them – everyone in the family has more curls than they know what to do with – but they were a Mr find, which confirms that he and I are on the same weirdy wavelength.
There was a spirited attempt at a cinematic catch-up watching two hit-the-spot movies.
And a visit to the Thread Den market to see Sandra of Pepperberry & Co and her notebooks:
Jo and Evelyn with their felty lovelies:
And to pick up a fabric pack of typographic, dotty goodness from SpinSpin:
I’m aiming at a glass half full approach, so Monday promises more of that looking-up malarkey as I tackle teetering, back-to-real-life mountains of last weeks’ washing.
Hope your Monday is looking up!