Showing posts with label Fish and Chips. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fish and Chips. Show all posts

Wednesday, 13 May 2015

Rainbow Lorikeets, Rainbow Scoodies

After I dropped Sonofagun No.2 at school this morning, I went in search of some autumn colour.

Autumn in the Imperial City is magical.  The city is full of deciduous plantings and is awash with all the oranges, reds and yellows at this time of year.  

By Lake Burley Griffin foreshore in Canberra
Image c/o National Geographic Traveller

Melbourne has loads of evergreens so finding autumn colour is a bit harder. I live in the west, perhaps there are more over on the east side of the city.

Despite the miserable rainy weather, I went for a quick local walk looking for autumn colour. Whilst I didn't find much deciduous colour, there were some other nice finds.

I know what you're all thinking.  Gee Willickers thats a bad photo of a tree! 
I do apologise. This was hastily taken out the car window. It was the only deciduous colourful tree I found in my journey this morning!  And I was using my Samsung S5 Jimbo who isn't as good as taking photos as Kevin my actual camera. I accidentally left Kevin at home.

There are some beautiful roses and beautiful photos of roses. This isn't exactly one of them. BUT it smelt amazing! Growing near the path in someones front yard. I inhaled it!

Dark clouds are looming and shortly afterwards the rain came down.

My! What a beautiful morning over the local oil refinery.  I wish I could have found one of the local fisherman with his catch of the day, our very own rare breed of 3 eyed fish, but sadly the rain kept them away.

I love these old Melaleucas.  A perfect climbing tree!

As I was driving home, it started pouring with the most icy rain. I spied this beautiful Rainbow Lorikeet drinking the nectar from the Eucalyptus blossums. 

The blurry spots are rain drops on the car windscreen. I was too worried that despite the rain, if I got out of the car, he'd fly away!

And finally in my own front yard the Bird of Paradise are flowering. Aren't the colours amazing?

So it's lunchtime and I'll let you in on a little secret. This small, local, seemingly insignificant, dingy little takeaway shop hidden down a back street in my suburb makes the most amazing fish and chips you've ever tasted. I've stopped here for a piece of grilled fish (not sure how many eyes they had) and chips to take home for lunch

So I've had a few misadventures with my rainbow hoodie.  It was too big.  There is actually a 14 year old hidden in the photo below!

So I've frogged back the entire scarf part, plus 8 rows of the hood, so red is now the front row.  I think this will make a huge difference.  It took HOURS!  

But I continue to persevere!  I'll start fresh again on the scarf. I might make it longer than the previous one.  I'm not sure yet. All the other hoodie scarf patterns I've found all have the scarf part as an infinity scarf. But the design brief is for a free hanging scarf down each side. I might incorporate either little pockets into each scarf end, or a button so each of the ends can be buttoned together to form an infinity scarf.  

I've gone so far off the original pattern.  The only similarity is the rainbowness!  I might have to write up my pattern!

By the way I found one website that says hoodie scarves are actually called Scoodies!

The Red Haired Amazona

Tuesday, 23 December 2014

Parenting 101: Teaching Children Good Behaviour through bribing them with Christmas

My intention was to blog a little more regularly but Christmas happened. And it's still Christmassing as we speak.  Life gets put on hold as we enter the Christmas frenzy. Work is something we do that prevents us from Christmassing but sustains the bank balance and allows the Christmas to happen. 

Gratuitous Christmas tree pic

Every spare minute we do not go to work, or parent, or sleep, we have our minds filled with Christmas.

My favourite Xmas card of the year (so far ) from The Blonde Bombshell 

We were lucky enough to escape last weekend to Geelong for a few hours. But it was for Christmas purposes. Sourcing Sonofagun No.1's Christmas present. However we were able to engage in some non- Christmas activities.
Like eating yummy Fish and Chips down at Corio Bay on the most beautiful sunny day you could smack your eyes on.

Soooo fattening but soooo damn good!

It's quite beautiful down there. 

Sonofagun No. 2 runs up the stairs to the tune of Eye of the Tiger...

Other peeps enjoying Geelong. In a Christmas way...

Whilst Geelong gave us a Xmas present fail for Sonofagun No. 1, we had a win for Sonofagun No. 2.  He wrote a letter to Santa and only asked for one thing.  A Zoomer Robot Puppy.  For those of you without 5 year olds who are taken in by every single toy ad on tv, a Zoomer Robot Puppy is apparently everything dreams are made of. They apparently become your best friend and do what you ask through voice commands. And as they were advertised to death, Santa could not find a single Zoomer Hound throughout the whole of Melbourne!

So whilst on a trek to Geelong, we pulled into the local Kmart. Now I'm probably delivering the news too late for many Melbourne Santas, but Geelong is teeming with Zoomer Puppies. The acne-riddled Kmart boy was lost for words as this Santa threw her arms up in the air and squealed with Amazona joy when he said, "Yeah of course. We've got heaps of them." I took a tentative impulsive step to smother him with grateful kisses, but then recoiled at the thought of these luscious Santa lips making contact with the erupting, volcano planet in a Kmart shirt.

He was also kind enough to double bag it in black plasticky stuff so the secret of Santa wasn't exposed to the family waiting outside in the car.

I shamelessly engage in a 'Big Brother is watching you' style of parenting.  It's often called upon for a variety of uses for Sonofagun No.2. 

"If you don't stop running around flashing your Penis, Santa won't bring you a present!"

"If you don't put your clothes on, I'll be late for work and Santa won't bring you a present."

"Santa doesn't bring presents to dirty little boys who won't shower!"

"Santa won't bring presents to little boys who eat their boogers!"

"If you don't finish eating your dinner, Santa will bring you a lump of coal!" 
Sonofagun No.2: "What's a lump of coal?"
Amazona: "It's a boring black rock."
Sonofagun No.2: "Cooool!"
Sonofagun No. 1: "Like a lump of poo."
Amazona: "No it's not cool. And it's not poo. It's boring. And it does nothing. And that means Santa won't bring your Zoomer Puppy."
Sonofagun No. 2: "Yes he will."
Amazona: "No he won't."
Sonofagun No.2: "Yes he will." etc

So a week ago, a little visitor arrived in the mail box.
This is Elf. With a photobombing penguin.

Elf on a Shelf.

Elf on a Shelf is an American thing. Invented by some clever mum (sorry Mericans: 'Mom') who may have needed a more tangible form of Big Brother spy for Santa.

Some think he's pretty creepy.  But he's also kind of cute.

He's generated a million memes on the Interwebs.

This is one of my favourites:

Elf can also be a bit rude.  I'm a saucy wench so rude stuff makes me laugh like a melon-bosomed barmaid after a keg of rum. Look away if you're a teensy bit offended:
This is pretty tame.
This isn't:
Yes, I think he's doing what you think he's doing....
But mostly Elf on a Shelf is there to watch all the little boys and girls, note their behaviour, and every night when they're sleeping fly back to the North Pole to tell Santa if they've been naughty or nice.
And in the morning when the kiddies wake, they're supposed to look around the house to find what Elf has been up to.
Now I'm not very original of thought. I'm sure I could be but who's got the time? So I copied some ideas off The Pinterest. 
Here's what our Elf, granted the name 'Rockin Style' by Sonofagun No.2, has been up to:


Fulfilling his dreams of becoming a superhero....

Inviting some friends around for M&M's and water...

And let me tell you fellow Parentals,  the child behaviour has been GOLD!  The Sonofagun who BELIEVES (as opposed to the teenage Sonofagun who thinks it's all a bit of a crock) has been eating all his victuals, marching himself off to perform his nightly ablutions, helping do small 5 year old capable chores AND no complaints about going to bed at night.
Am I a bad mother for convincing my child that a little rubber doll is spying on him for a far, distant, fat man who'll give him pressies in exchange for good behaviour?  When you put it like that, yes.  Quite possibly.  But every morning when he wakes, he leaps out of bed to go see what Elf is up to.
But I think the part of it that's actually so enjoyable is more about generating that magical Christmas feeling many of us felt when we were kids. Elf is a part of that.  Making this time of year FEEL MAGICAL compared to the rest of the year. Teaching our spawn about Santa Claus and Rudolf and seeing their excitement when they find pressies in their stockings, watching the Carols on Christmas Eve, enjoying The Eggnog, eating the fattening victuals, and spending time with family.

I've taken to some outdoor Christmassing:

The yellow rake became a multipurpose branch puller downer for a vertically challenged Amazona

And so now my mind once again turns to Christmassing. We are having a lovely, big lunch here on the day. Everyone brings something so I'm not slaving in the kitchen solo. Which is good because I am not an organised person and I would be totally shit at it.
So off I go. To conduct that level of cleaning only undertaken for Landlords conducting inspections and visiting Grandparentals. It's the visiting Grandparentals (the Mothership and Fatherdom) this time. They will be staying in Sonofagun No.1's room. Which means bleach, tyvek overalls and industrial gloves.....
PS.  There hasn't been much chance to work on my Little Girl's Crochet Cloche hats due to Christmassing but hopefully will be able to spend some time with hook and yarn and give an update when Christmas goes away....


The Red Haired Amazona