Years ago, I bought a skirt that was so breezy and comfortable, I wanted to wear it forever.
I did wear it for about five years, then in 2004 or 2005, the kilos started piling on and the skirt was put away in a drawer until I lost the weight again.
Well, the weight loss didn't happen. In fact I just kept expanding and buying ever larger jeans and shorts and t-shirts.
This year, I'm making a more determined effort.
Knee length and comfortably loose around my waist. Well, it used to be.
And I'm hoping it will be again.
See what I'm up against? Years of chocolates and pastries and second helpings.
With gravy. And mashed potatoes.
Let's not mention the icecream, since I only discovered a brand that I could eat without digestive upset a couple of summers ago.
I'd eaten all the fruit and was getting bored with opening cupboards looking for snacks that weren't there, so out I went in the noon-day sun, to the nearest supermarket. Yesterday.
Because on Sundays, shops don't open until 11am.
Now my fridge looks like this >>>
Something on every shelf.
Watermelon. I'll explain the plastic bag in a minute...
Grapes, uh oh, another plastic bag...
These bags are not new ones. I needed a couple to hold things that might be a little drippy when I first moved in here, and I've been rinsing and drying and reusing them ever since. I don't willy-nilly get plastic bags each week for my purchases. Most of my fruit and veg is placed in little net bags that I've made or bought. Washable, reusable, environmentally friendly.
Bananas, nectarines, apples. Yum.
Apricots, tomatoes, capsicum and lettuce mix.
In a cellophane bag. Is cellophane plastic? oh dear..
Time to post photos that have been hiding away in your computer files, photos that you may have completely forgotten about. Have a hunt through your files and find some. Or just one.
This idea was brought to us by Kim from Frog Ponds Rock, who realised one day that she takes many more photos than she uses, as we all do, and wanted to post some of the older ones on her blog.
A once a week meme seemed like a good idea, so Sunday Selections was born and anyone at all can join in.
(I was just having a trawl through my Sunday Selections for the past year and noticed that I'd got some of the numbers mixed up, missed a couple of Sundays here and there, but I wrote down everything I'd posted so far, to be sure I don't get confused and post something that's already been up).
This week, I've chosen to feature a FENCE that's in my new(ish) neighbourhood.
I love this fence. Made of bluestone and bricks (with a few cement repair patches), it's sturdy, solid, and beautiful.
This is just a small section, with a bonus cat.
The fence begins waaaaay back here.......
.....goes down to the corner.......
where a little gatehouse garden has been built.
Then it continues around the corner, down past...
...a double gated driveway to the end of the yard, where it again turns to circle back around the house and yard it encloses.
A truly impressive fence, it's taller than me, I'd say about six feet high.
To join in with Sunday Selections, simply post photos of your choice, link back to Kim, then go to FrogPonds Rock and add your name to the linky list before leaving Kim a comment.
....when "damn it" was considered unladylike
and "bloody hell, not another one", was positively wicked,
conversations were a little more like this....
Child: muuuum, there's a hole in my sock.
Mum: wear a different pair.
Child: there's holes in all of them.
Mum: oh, DARN it!!
Or so I'm led to believe...
Then she did. Darn the socks.
Do any of you remember darning socks?
I used to, up until about 6-8 years ago, when I could no longer see well enough to darn black on black.
I remember my mum darning socks and the elbows of jumpers (sweaters) and cardigans.
I remember a friend's mum who did what she called preventive darning.
This is when weak places on socks, like heels and balls of feet, were reinforced by darning before the holes actually appeared.
When I darned my own kids socks, preventive darning is the one I did most.
Especially on my husband's army socks. I remember when darning thinner, modern day socks, darning wool was way too thick and unsightly, so I darned with embroidery silks.
Here's a few images sourced from google.
The darning basket. Most households had one in one form or another.
Very basically, darning is weaving, going well outside the worn edges of a hole into stronger fabric to hold the stitches in place.
Darning needles came in an assortment of sizes, always blunt tipped to prevent snagging on fabrics, but with a much larger eye to enable darning wool to be threaded through more easily.
Skeins of darning wool came in all colours, so you could match the shade and make a near invisible mend, or make a contrast mend, a stand out statement of your ability perhaps.
These are called mushrooms, inserted into a sock or a sleeve to expose the hole to be darned more clearly and also to hold the sock or sleeve firmly while working the darn.
The most common shape was more of a mushroom and this is what mine looks like. Yes, I do still have it.
An example of a darned sock.
More darned socks.
Fabric items were sometimes darned as well, if there was a pattern that would almost hide the stitches.
A common sight in old "family" movies or TV shows was Mum darning by lamplight in the evenings after the kitchen had been cleaned and shut down for the night, kids in bed.....
A less common sight was Dad, mending his own socks.
Beginning a darn. If this was my sock, I'd have snipped off that loose thread.
Really, it's just like weaving.
These "mushrooms" look more like musicians maraccas, don't they?
I've heard from a few of my older customers that they even used to darn their silk stockings......
When cleaning glass, whether it be doors, panels, partitions, no matter which side you begin cleaning first, the smudges are always on the other side.
Waiting at a bus top? Doesn't matter which side of the road you're on, doesn't matter which dorection you want to travel, the bus on the other side of the road, going in the opposite direction, always arrives first.
Supermarket checkout queue? Wander along behind each one, watch to see which is moving along the fastest and join that one with your overloaded trolley. Immediately, or soon after, the queue on the other side will start to move along much faster than the glacier-slow queue that you are now stuck in.
Libraries. When you're after a particular book, or series of stories by a particular author, you'll visit every library within bus trip range, only to discover your city only has one copy (set) of the book(s) you want and it's in another library on theother side of town.
Sales items in a major department store? Yes, we do have some, but that particular size (shape, colour) is only available in our other store, on the other side of town.
First small pleasure....on Saturday, I took myself to the cinema.
I'd been seeing advertisements for the movie "One For The Money" an adaptation of a book I've enjoyed reading several times; written by Janet Evanovich, it's one of the "Stephanie Plum, Bounty Hunter" series.
It's not a "spectacular" movie, if you're used to watching the big blockbusters with lots of action and special effects, you might be disappointed.
But I wasn't. I loved the book, so I enjoyed the movie. When it's released on dvd, I'll buy it.
Katherine Heigl plays Stephanie Plum and does it very well. I don't remember most of the other actors names, but I remember Grandma Mazur is played by Debbie Reynolds.
The actor who plays Ranger is seriously cute, studly even, (hubba hubba), although shorter than the Ranger in the books.
In the books, Grandma Mazuris small and feisty, with "slack skin over spindle bones". Debbie Reynolds doesn't fit this description at all. Debbie is too plump, there's no wrinkled, saggy skin at all, and her overall demeanor is too "nice".
All of you in my age group might remember that she played "Tammy" years ago in the movie Tammy goes to College and other "nice" movies in a similar style.
A far better Grandma Mazur would have been someone like Estelle Getty; such a shame that she died.
Remember her in "Stop, or My Mom Will Shoot"?
Hilarious! Estelle Gettyplayed Sylvester Stallone's feisty old mum in that movie.
A minor disappointment was the pronunciation of Mazur.
They said Mayzer, rhyming with maize, emphasis on the may.
I've always thought of it as Ma-zer, rhyming with duh, emphasis on the zur. I don't think anyone else cares, and it certainly isn't important.
Note the price on the ticket. $18!! I haven't been to the movies in ages, and this reminded me why.
Then there's also the missing-bits-if-I-go-to-the-toilet issue. Dvd's can be paused....
I entered the theatre early, sitting in the cool and the quiet for almost half an hour before other patrons took their seats.
I was happy with the colour scheme in there, my favourite colours!
I could have been sitting in my own bedroom!
I read my book until the lights began to dim, then sat through over thirty minutes of previews and advertisements before the movie finally started.
As always it was a bit of a shock to walk out of the cinema into the bright afternoon sunlight and wait for the bus to take me home.
On Sunday, there was another small pleasure.
I'd been for a ride on my bike and on the way home I rode through Victoria Park which has several bike/walking trails. And millions of giant ants......
I noticed a group of older people spreading blankets and unpacking little folding chairs and stools; I thought, how nice, they're having a picnic.
But it wan't just a picnic! Oh no! These people also began opening large boxes contining remote controlled planes and jets! A couple of newcomers to the site were bringing planes from the boots of their cars.
I spoke to one of them, mentioning that I hadn't seen large scale remote planes since I was just a little kid, he replied that they do this every Sunday.
Well, well, well.
I may have to get back there one Sunday and take my camera.
I rode on a bit further, away from the group, then stopped by some shady trees to watch a jet flying, rising,spinning, looping.......the owner had great control, clearly from much practice!
On arriving home, so very hot and sweaty, I experienced another small pleasure in the form of a cool shower, then a bowl of icecream. A much smaller serve than usual, because of my self-imposed weight loss program, but still very enjoyable.
So that was my weekend. I hope yours was equally pleasurable. Tell me about it?
Time to post photos that have been hiding away in your computer files, photos that you may have completely forgotten about.
Have a hunt through your files and find some.
This idea comes to us from Kim at Frog Ponds Rock, who realised one day that she takes many more photos than she uses, as we all do, and wanted to post some of the older ones on her blog.
A once a week meme seemed like a good idea, so Sunday Selections was born and anyone at all can join in.
I often choose a theme for my Sunday Selections, although you don't have to, this week my theme is
SOME OF MY FAVOURITE FOODS
Here we are, back at Adelaide's Central Market.
Okay, this isn't a food, but it is one of my favourite stall signs, so I've included it.
Shiny apples. Mmmm, apple pie, apple teacake.....
Bright yellow lemons...lemon meringue pie anyone? There's oranges there too and grapefruits, down in the right hand corner are bananas sneaking into the photo, determined not to be left out.
Pineapples. You either love them or hate them. I love them. A slice of pineapple is like a slice of sunshine.
The big "smiles" of sweet, sweet watermelons. Who doesn't love watermelon? Summer just wouldn't be summer without it.
Asian greens, from the Asian stall of course, for stirfrys, salads, whatever else you might want to use them for.
Here we see a selection of the vegetables most often found in my kitchen, especially in the winter time, when I like to cook up soups, casseroles, pots of spaghetti sauce, or just a plate full of assorted veg with maybe a tiny steak on the side. Carrots, sweetcorn, cauliflower, broccoli, cabbages, parsnips, all delicious.
To join in with Sunday Selections, post photos of your choice under the Sunday Selections title, then link back to Kim. Hop on over to Frog Ponds Rock, add your name to Kim's linky list, then leave her a comment.
While you're there, have a look at what others have posted for their Sunday Selections.
This afternoon I was visited by Don, (I guess "Anthony" was occupied elsewhere), to measure my window and give me a quote on the cost of the awning and the installation.
We introduced ourselves and I put my hand out to shake, which Don clearly wasn't expecting. His handshake was a bit weak, as if he hadn't had nearly enough practice.
Maybe I should have told him his handshake could use a little more firmness?
I've noticed not many people do handshakes anymore.
And just when I was getting used to it too. I'm not a touchy/feely type and usually avoid physical contact from strangers.
(I've only ever been comfortable with L touching me. And my kids, which is an entirely different thing).
Back on topic....Don measured the window, then we sat down to discuss awning colours and whether or not I'd like a scalloped edge. Yes, of course, all the other awnings in the complex have scalloped edges.
Although they all have plain colours and I've chosen a stripe, for enhanced street appeal, also for ID. Now I'll just have to say look for the striped awning....
This is the window to be covered. (Awned?) You can see it has that little "eyelash" fixed awning, and you can see just how much of the window that eyelash doesn't shade. Way too much heat coming inside via the heated glass, even with the inside blinds drawn all the way down. So in the winter as well, there will be too much cold coming in....hence the awning.
Also, my inside blinds, bought off the shelf, don't quite cover the window. There's a small gap either side, so I'll be having my curtains up too as soon as I get the rod holders screwed in place.
The brickwork (they're actually cinder blocks), looks grey here, but it's actually a very pale green, of the shade that used to be called spearmint way back in the 60's. Windowsills and the bottom two courses of bricks are a terracotta shade.
I've chosen a federation green awning with a terracotta stripe that has thin cream stripes in it.
Cost? Well within my budget, since the company I chose was having a 40% off sale. Yay me!
I paid the deposit and got a receipt, the awning will be installed in 3-4 weeks time.
As soon as the awning is up, I'll post a photo.
I don't pay a lot of attention to television advertisements, using that time to make a cuppa, take out some garbage, work on my crossword puzzle........but when I hear something that makes me look up at the screen, I'll take notice. For instance the dance beat on the Dodo "there's no limit" ad has me watching it, I love that little cartoon bird dancing!
Some weeks ago, I heard an annoying "aaaah!" and then again "aaaah!", once more "aaaah!"....well I looked up to see what that annoying sound was and saw that it was an insurance advertisement.
Now, I don't mind most insurance advertisements, I can ignore them just like I do most other ads, but the voice tones on those aaaah's really irritated me. (The ad is for Allianz insurance).
As soon as I hear the first aaah now, I mute the TV.
Another ad that irritates the heck out of me is the Quibids one. Have you all seen it? The ad itself isn't so bad, it's for insurance and everybody needs insurance, but the girl's accent drives me bananas. I've never heard anything like it. Is it a true accent and if so, where is it from? Or is she just trying to sound like someone from somewhere else? Is she Australian or English trying to sound American? Is she American trying to sound Australian?
I don't know the answers to these questions and I really don't care, I just find it annoying and push that mutebutton again.
There have been times when a particular advertisement has been played at every single ad break(sometimes twice), during a show or movie and if it's an ad that annoys me, I'll either switch channels and watch something else just to get away from it, or I'll give up on the TV altogether and watch a dvd instead.
Do you have an advertisement that causes you to make your own aaah! then rushing to push that mute button on your remote control unit?
I've been saying for years that I need to lose weight.
But not making too much effort, the time just wasn't right.
Not because I'm fat, although I am quite plump in areas that shouldn't be, but because I'm carrying too much weight for my smallish bones.
The strain on the joints is showing up as arthritis in too many places to be comfortable with.
The trouble with dieting is that I just love to eat. And eat and eat...you get the picture. Every now and again though, I lose that urge to stuff myself.
(Last time this happened was sometime back in the 80's)
I eat breakfast, lunch and dinner, but in smaller portions and don't go back for seconds.
Dessert holds no appeal. Snacking? Pfft!
This magical moment arrived last Friday.
All weekend I haven't eaten as much as I have been for the last eight or so years.
The stomach is feeling a little hollow, but I'm not at all hungry. There is no chocolate in my house and when I shopped this morning, I didn't even go down that aisle. I don't want any. For me, that's the key point. When I don't want chocolate, I'm ready to stick with the no snacking program.
So I'm thinking 10 kilos shouldn't be so much of a challenge.
Gone by Christmas or even earlier.
I won't be rushing it along though, at my age losing weight too fast would have me looking like a scrawny old chook, going slower gives the skin time to adjust.....I hope.
I won't be hopping on and off the scales either. I'll be using my favourite (my only) skirt to check how I'm doing. I haven't been able to zip or button it for eight years.
So that's my goal.
10 kilos or 22 pounds, whichever comes first.
Edited to add: This was supposed to go up tomorrow morning at 8:05am, but here it is at 8:20pm on Saturday...
It's Sunday Selections time again!
Time to post photos that have been languishing in your files, just waiting for their chance to shine.
This wondeful concept was brought to us by Kim of Frog Ponds Rock, so if you join us, link back to Kim, then hop on over to her site and add your name to the linky list. And leave her a comment.
This week, I take you back to Adelaide's Central Market.
Specifically, the Coffee Stall.
Called The Grind @central, it sells a wide range of different coffee beans, also coffee pots, mugs and other accessories. You can take the beans as they come, or The Grind will grind them for you.
I love walking past when beans are grinding, the aroma is one of the best on earth to your specifications.
This would be my flavour choice if I had a coffee maker.
I thought I had more photos of the coffees....
Remember anyone at all can join in with Sunday Selections, just follow the very simple rules above and then check out what others have posted.