pretty as a picture

pretty as a picture

Sunday, August 29, 2010

1000 awesome things.com

1000 awesome things.com


The smell and feel of clean washing that dried in the sun


This website is full of awesome things that make us smile :)

Friday, August 27, 2010

Daffodil Day

August 27th is Daffodil Day


Today is a day for all of us to give hope for a brighter ,cancer free future for ourselves and for those we love.

Daffodil Day raises money for cancer research, prevention programs and support for cancer patients.

Show your support  by donating, purchasing merchandise or buying a bunch of daffodils to take home.

Its a day to remember those touched by cancer and raise money, so one day we can find a cure :)

Friday, August 20, 2010

Photo Friday- Pretty as a Peacock

Photo by Kez

While we were in Launceston to watch Hawthorn play Freo, (Hawks won) we went for a walk into the Cataract Gorge and came across a group of Peacocks at the Tea House.

Not only will they steal food off your plate, they are also happy to pose for you. This is one of many I took and my fav. He is such a beautiful shade of blue and very proud!

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Secret Society

Mia Freedman from mamamia.com.au wrote this article on Sunday, August 8th in the Sunday Age Magazine.
It's the first time I have read this Magazine.
Honest, well written and above all a powerful read.


There are some questions almost too big to answer. Or too loaded. “How many times have you been pregnant?” is one of them. It’s a question often asked in a medical context (when seeing a new doctor for example) and it’s a rare woman who doesn’t have to think and blink before she answers. Because for most of us, there are a thousand words and a hundred emotions embedded into that number which hardly ever correlates with the number of children you have. Or don’t have.

At dinner with girlfriends a few weeks ago, talk turned to someone we knew who was having her 4th round of IVF. “Has she ever been pregnant before?” I asked. “No,” came the reply. “Never.” Oh. There was a brief moment of silence as we sadly contemplated what this meant before someone looked around and asked, “How many times have you been pregnant?”

As we all looked towards the ceiling in that way you do when you’re trying to remember something, we absently started counting on our fingers. Each of us did some quick and intensely personal calculations as our minds travelled back over private moments of joy, dread, devastation, relief, grief, frustration, fear, anger, hope and despair.

A woman’s gynaecological history is fertile ground for complex emotions and many, many anecdotes which are rarely shared except among close girlfriends. But once you turn on the tap….

Someone ordered another bottle of wine as we remembered all the pregnancies we’d lost. This sounds terribly maudlin but it was in fact cathartic and natural, particularly for those of us who had children. Such conversations are far more poignant for those who don’t.

Between the five of us, we counted nine children and 27 pregnancies. It took a while to do the numbers because each one had a story attached although admittedly, for the mother who’d had nine miscarriages in five years, they blurred a little. I’m telling you all this because pregnancy loss remains one of the big secrets of motherhood - actually it’s one of the biggest secrets of women’s lives.

I had two miscarriages. Because the first one was late in my pregnancy and I had a media profile at the time, it was an uncomfortably public experience. As difficult as that was to endure, there were some benefits to people knowing what had happened without me having to explain.

Through the fog of my grief, I discovered that pregnancy loss is like a secret society you never asked to join. You don’t realise how many members there are until you become one of them.

“Oh, it happened to me last year, it’s so hard” said a colleague, squeezing my arm. “I had four miscarriages with IVF before I finally had my twins” confessed the woman at the coffee shop, slipping me a free biscotti. “My sister had a miscarriage before each of her kids,” confided a girlfriend, giving me a hug. “Dear, you know my son had a twin brother but he died before he was born,” whispered an elderly relative, patting my hand.

In their heartfelt efforts to console you, the private stories of other women bubble up and make you feel a little less alone. Because miscarriage can be a lonely journey and an odd type of grief, mourning someone you never met. In many ways you’re grieving an imagined future.

We’re very good at celebrating good news in our culture. You’re pregnant! Engaged! You got married! Had a baby! Bought a house! Got a promotion! But we’re collectively hopeless when it comes to acknowledging things that are painful, awkward, unpleasant and sad. Things like pregnancy loss. It’s not that people don’t mean well when they say things like “Oh well, it’s nature’s way” and “Better it happened early rather than later” and “At least you have a child already. Count your blessings!” There’s truth in all those platitudes but in our hurry to make someone look at the silver lining, we often overlook their need to acknowledge the cloud.

There’s a Japanese tradition called Mizuko kuyo which translates literally as ‘foetus memorial service’ and it’s a ceremony for those who have had a miscarriage, stillbirth or termination. The practice has gained popularity since the 1970s and, as the New York Times reports, temple worshipers pay a fee to “adopt” a small stone statue called a mizuko and inscribe their names on it. “They often regard it as representing their own lost baby and they dress up the mizuko figurines like little newborns, wrapping them with bibs, hand-knit sweaters, booties or hats against the cold. And they pour water over the childlike figurines to quench their thirst.” To some, this might sound comical but if you’ve ever grieved for a baby you never had a chance to meet, you’ll recognise the deep poignancy of having a place to go and mourn. In our culture there are no rituals for miscarriage and that’s such a shame.

So if you’re a member of that secret society none of us ever wanted to join, either now or in the future, know this: you’re not alone.


written by Mia Freedman

Monday, August 16, 2010

Cup Cake Day

August 16 is Cup Cake Day


Today is Cup Cake Day to raise funds for the RSPCA

Go to the website for more info and support All Creatures Great and Small !

Monday, August 9, 2010

Helping Hands





Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at the end of your arm....
As you grow older you will discover that you have two hands. One for helping yourself, the other for helping others.

Audrey Hepburn