Like beach holidays. Mid-winter beach holidays. Mid-winter beach and thrifting-at-lovely-country-villages holidays. Wait, what? That's right. I live in Queensland. There is no such thing as winter at the beach in Queensland.
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| Currumbin aka case in point. |
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| Mooball, the greatest town name on earth. |
No big deal, really. Just visited shops stocked completely by my dreams... And giant seventies pottery lamps in electric cobalt.
I changed the sideboard around again. And again and again and again and hey, look! More cacti in the bedroom!
And there was a frost in Brisbane. Actual frost. On my car. We figured out what it was eventually, after sitting in the car for five minutes, wondering why the window wipers weren't doing anything and also why the glass looked "really weird." It was ice! Outside a freezer!
I also bought a bunch of radishes because I really wanted to cut heart shapes in them.
We're not allowed pets in the apartment but we've 'adopted' a blue-tongue lizard that lives under our porch. He sunbakes all the time. He's Lizard Friend. He lets me sit on the stairs next to him sometimes.
I painted a few things. And dreamt about studying fine arts.
I sat in the sun and looked at the sky a lot. I also drank a lot of tea.
I also remembered that the kitchen wasn't just a place to store leftover takeaway.
Best of all, I was asked to be godmother to a cherished friend's youngest little lady. I adore this tiny, roly poly girl and can't wait to watch her grow. As a person raised by a Buddhist mother and an atheist father, it's uncharted territory for me, but all very exciting. And such an honour. And, y'know, babies!
