Wednesday, 6 June 2012

Six snazzy snaphots

Day 1 - Morning 
From my office window


Day 2 - Empty 
Gotta love a glass of bubbly!


Day 3 - On your plate 
In the metaphoric sense: I didn't eat anything exciting!


Day 4 - Close up
Flowers seemed a bit cliche but it was the best I could do


Day 5 - Sign 
This sign sits on my desk at work - is it wrong my boss thinks it's appropriate?


Day 6 - Hat
You shouldn't be surprised that I have a fancy dress cupboard at work for just such a photo op!

Monday, 4 June 2012

Like phones and photographs, these are the next 30 days of my life

So I made it through a month of no gossip mags by using knitting to entertain myself and have discovered two things:

1) I've no idea why I cherish knowing about celebrities lives, I think I just like knowing there's someone out there far, far crazier than me
2) My mother lied...I'm not a total failure when it comes to creative pursuits.

This month I've decided to take the "smart" out of "smart phone" and go back to using it for essentially what it is: a phone to call and talk to the people I love / miss / need to yell at.

To make it a teensy bit more tricky, I've decided to take on the "Photo A Day" challenge which will rely on me remembering to have my handy camera at the ready.

Giving-up: Texting / Smart Phone applications
Yep, you heard correctly, unless it's work and/or sporting related (not that it matters since I'm the coach of a team whose game got washed out on Saturday and I had no-one's numbers to tell them it was off!) I shall avoid using text messages to communicate with my nearest and dearest.

Not only that, I've also decided to give up all those other applications that apparently make my phone "smart:" calendar, camera, news feeds, email, Facebook, music player, C25K app...the list goes on.

I spent part of yesterday preparing myself for this one, digging out my old iPod shuffle and updating the music list so that when I go for my exercise session tomorrow I take it and not my phone. This also means I'm going to have to use my own willpower to actually jog for some part of said session, instead of relying on the faithful 'beep' C25K gives me remidning me to get my butt in gear.

The only thing I'm not sure on giving up completely is the alarm function: I don't trust hubby to keep his alarm set to the time I need, and yes I could go out a buy a cheapo alarm clock but I simply don't trust them either.... perhaps I should take up "trusting" next month??

Taking-up: A Photo a Day
This is a concept that has been doing the rounds of my Facebook friends for the last 12  months or so now and there has been some pretty remarkable piccies taken it must be said, so I've decided to jump on the bandwagon and document the next 30 days of my life photographically.

Courtesy of one Emunchkin, I don't have to look for inspiration myself as I will be following this handy guide below and uploading my efforts so far each Wednesday: feel free to join in and compare!


Thursday, 31 May 2012

A good 36 inches...

Four weeks down and I made it to 36 inches!! I'm so proud of that effort, and yes admittedly bits of it are a bit holey, but considering my track record with all things sewing-related I'm stoked.

I'm going to keep knitting for another week though...so I can get my Grandma to show me how to finish it :-)

Always a learner.


Tuesday, 29 May 2012

Who's Rachel and why do I care that she weighs 36kg??

During my month long hiatus from the world of gossip mags, I have taken to staring at magazine covers mulling over what draws me to them in the first place.

The title of today's post - taken from a larger-than-life headline last week - makes this point nicely: who the $%&@ is Rachel?? She's a sickly thin blonde woman toting a baby who hardly looks like she could feed herself let alone some offspring.

Another one worth considering was one I saw today with a sad Nicole Richie declaring "The truth about me and Joel"

Does this headline work?? Because we all know - well, should know - that everything in the article will come from a "reliable source" or a "friend-of-a-friend" and be as far from the truth as humanly possible.

How about the front cover of Who advertising it's their "Body Issue" with 5 scantily clad female celebs splashed across the front. Personally semi-naked women don't do it for me, but I know I have purchased this particular issue multiple times.

WHY??

Two days left to the end of this challenge and I am still asking myself that same question.

Oh well, 48 hours to go to find my answer

Saturday, 19 May 2012

Can we accept their humanity?

Am I the only one who thinks it's ok for celebrities to have boobs, love handles and cellulite?

It's a question I've been pondering myself this week after reading an article from the Sydney Morning Herald online about Bollywood superstar Aishwarya Rai and the apparent disgust from the general population of India that she hasn't "bothered" to shed her baby weight after the birth of her six-month old daughter. You can find the article here: http://www.smh.com.au/lifestyle/beauty/it-is-her-duty-to-look-good-and-fit-bollywood-star-and-former-miss-world-targeted-over-failure-to-lose-postpregnancy-weight-20120517-1ysg1.html

For those who aren't familiar with Ms Rai ("Bride and Prejudice" would be one of the more westernised movies she's been in), she's India's version of Angelina Jolie: stunningly beautiful with a talent to match.

Apparently Ms Rai has a duty to the Indian people to be the epitome of her former Miss World self at all times, and the fact she's preparing to walk the red carpet at the Cannes Film festival bigger than a size zero will bring shame upon the entire country. As one quoted observer noted: "She needs to learn from people like Victoria Beckham who are back to size zero weeks after their delivery."


Excuse me, but what the F$%K?? What is happening in the world when a glowing new mother can't enjoy the first few months of her child's life without worrying about what she looks like?

Is this "our" fault? And by "our" I mean the magazine buying populous who hang on every word published on the glossy pages? Some will argue it's the journalist and paparazzi's fault because they're the ones who seek the stories, but folks if we don't buy it why would they seek it?

I think it's a another chicken/egg scenario.

Sure, when a actor has a movie coming out they need the media to publicise it and go to great lengths to get the most flattering of coverage for them, their film and in come circumstances, their co-stars. But does that mean they lose their right to privacy in their downtime? And if they are out and about getting their piccie taken while getting their morning coffee, why do we care that they look a little bloated, haven't washed their hair, or heaven forbid, have ventured outside without make-up?

And let's not forget the eleventh commandment: though shalt not gain weight

Why can we tell our best friend who's carrying a few extra kilos that they look beautiful regardless, and bitch about Jessica Simpson's double chin at the same time?

And it isn't just aesthetic issues either. Celebs having breakdowns, divorcing, having affairs and throwing temper tantrums often make the front pages of magazines and the entertainment sections and suddenly they're "unprofessional," "total divas," and "vile."

Why can't we accept - happily - that celebrities are going to have bad hair days, lose their cool and gain weight when they eat too much ice-cream?

My first 19 days without Hollywood-related news - and honestly, I'm surprised at how much of it I was reading - has had me questioning about what I find fascinating about the private lives of celebrities in the first place, and I haven't come up with an answer yet.

One thing I do know though, is the next time I see a headline extolling the virtues of the latest celebrity-diet, or asking "why has such-and-such let herself go" I'll brush right on past and not give it another thought.

Afterall, if a beauty such as Aishwarya Rai can accept post-baby fat and still rock a designer frock than bloody oath I'm going to do it one day too.

Monday, 14 May 2012

A perfect 10, then the work begins

My Grandma would be proud!

I finished my "perfect 10" rows of knitting colours and tonight began my scarf creation.

What do you think??


I now understand how women of the elder generation have arthritis in their hands: knitting is bloody hard work! 

Must Google "hand exercises" ahead of tomorrow night's session....