Connections

Today I discovered a new tier of female bonding. A girlfriend of mine with kids of the same age and I occasionally skype each other when we can't cross town for a proper catch up. This stems from her time living in London when real catch ups were few and far between.

Today, around lunchtime we connected on skype, had a chat, fed our babes in their highchairs in view of each other, toddled off at times to do various jobs with the connection still running, with one kid napping on the couch (we could see) and another kid drawing in front of the monitor (mine).

Tonight I'm pondering on this form of technology assisted connection. Is it a little voyeuristic? Lazy? False? Nah...

Or just another way of feeling closer to our peeps? I reckon if I can keep a sense of connection with my friends of gold once we move, I'll be a happy lady, and any fears of missing the city will be alaid.

On the Packathon 2009 front, we were set back a few days by a dramatic stomach flu that had the whole family competing for the toilet bowl. Ew. All feeling much better now so the pack or chuck continues in a different sense. Ahem.

BTW, the picture above is the view from my soon to be loungeroom. We look so subdued in front of the 'sold' sign below but believe me, we're absolutely wetting ourselves with excitement!

Upping Sticks.

It's celebrationarama at the (soon to be moving) house of Min. We are upping sticks to the sticks, bypassing the 'burbs and have signed up for a life in the hills outside of Melbourne, just beyond the suburban fringe. A place of spectacular Autumns, potentially snowy Winters, glorious and very floral Springs and somewhat scary fire season Summers.

But with the champas (of which I have not yet partaken of!) comes the packing frenzy that is seeing us contain or chuck 10 plus years of a household together. For two people who aren't big consumers we have an awful lot of stuff some how and it has of course exponentially grown since we became four, and now the pressure's on. We have four weeks until we move in to our sweet little hills cottage and to a lifestyle we've long dreamed of. OK, back to the boxes...

Craft, Clutter and Chaos

It's been craft central around here, but unfortunately only for the little people. I live in hope that one day, a concentrated hush will fall over the house as small hands snip, draw and paste in ONE CONTAINED AREA while I quietly potter away at my own tasks, namely cleaning this messy house.

Until that day, we live in chaos and clutter and we craft together.