Hi-five.

Pic from takomabibelot 's photo stream on Flickr.

Pic via takobibelot 's photos stream on Flickr.

Bubble and Squeak turned 5 on the first of August.

Those lovely little Leos!

I skived-off karate and we all went to Paula's for the night. She made one of her famous curries and we cracked a bottle of Dad's red and let the kid's go loco. Then the seven of us spent the rest of the evening watching 'Chicken Run' in sleeping bags on the lounge room floor.

This fifth anniversary has me thinking how time flies and about the 'human-ness' of calendars and dates. Sure seasons change and come and go but calendars are man-made. Spring doesn't start on the first of September because a date on the wall says so. It starts with green shoots and a frisky feeling. A quickening.

Rather morbidly, I wake with a sore neck on the anniversary of my friends (hanging) suicide every year (even though I've always completely forgotten about it... every year) When I do put two-and-two together and say a little prayer for him, the pain is gone within ten minutes. It used to freak me out but now I'm fine with it.

In other news, Bettina Bernina is back. We have a play-date on Monday.

Swiss Miss gets first aid.

I adopted my Grandma's sewing machine. She has been living at my house for about 2 years and in the interest of feng shui forces I am finally getting her repaired. NO more popping sounds. NO more smelly smoke. It turns out her capacitor had gone and in 2 weeks I shall have her back. Good as new.

After all her faithful years of service she deserves a little love. I learnt to sew on this machine. She's like a member of the family.

When I studied clothing production we used industrial machines and I started to look down my nose at domestics, but she is so sturdy and you can't pop an industrial under the table while you have tea. come home Bettina. I've got lots of jobs for you.