Showing posts with label Ikea. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ikea. Show all posts

Friday, 20 May 2016

A Very Merry Eurovision

WARNING: The following blog post contains pictures of shirtless world leaders, a shirtless Chris Hemsworth and a Belarusians bum. If any of these are likely to offend, then proceed at your own risk.

Holy absent Blogger Batman, it's been ages since I jumped in here.

Ahem, no Batman. Not this time....

I kind of wore myself out a little bit.

You see, the last time I posted, I finished my Stevie Bird video. It's not a Spielberg production by any means. I don't have expensive equipment and my laptop really struggles with video editing software. But the time it took was quite exhausting. I was also working on several mandalas and hoping to make Youtube videos of those tutorials as well. And I still will. But in between working in my normal place of employment, being a mum etc, I kind of ended up with a little bit of burn out. And caught a nasty cold which whacked me out for a good week or two.

So I thought I'd pop my head in and tell you what I've been up to.

I'm not going to show you any photos of me being sick.  No one needs to see that. My skin looks blotchy, my sumptuous long firey locks are piled up in a messy bun and my nose was red from the sandpaper scoring of a million tissues.

I have been working on my Yarnbombed Stag. Just making lots of little leaves and mushrooms so far! He's very much inspired by Lucy's Winter wreath...

Trust me. He's NOWHERE near finished yet!

As mentioned above in the post title, we also celebrated our favourite time of the year: Eurovision!!!

I love Eurovision like a child loves Christmas. BFF the Blonde Bombshell and I spend most of the year counting down to this magical weekend of kitsch and Europop being broadcast from Stockholm, Sweden who won last year with Mans Zermolows song 'Heroes'.

Being down here at the bottom of the world where we walk upside and the toilets spin the right way, the semi finals were on at 4am Thursday and Friday mornings, and the grand final was on at 4am Sunday morning.  I wasn't able to get up then so I blocked out social and newsy media over the whole weekend to watch the delayed telecasts in the evenings. 

Semi final 2 was telecast on Saturday night. The BB and I headed over to our lovely friend Elises and celebrated her 30th birthday in style with Dumplings, Eurovision and all the Eurovision drinking games.

Eurovision Drinking Game works like this... Fireworks: drink! Man in a hoop/ burning piano/ Polish butter churning maid with boobs out: drink! Firecannons: drink! Petra mentions ABBA: drink! Anything Euro-kitsch: drink!!!

Australia was in again this year with former X Factor winner Dami Im singing her song 'Sounds of Silence' starting in Semi Final 2.

I must admit I was a Dami Doubter at first.  I felt her Big Pop Ballad might get lost among all the other Big Pop Ballads.

But then I warmed up to it, and after hearing her sing in the semi final, decided she sounded fantastilicious. Yes, that's a real word. It in the dictionary.

And she came 2nd! Amazeballs!

Have you seen it?
Here it is if you'd like to watch...

So many people ask why Australia has for the last 2 years, been allowed to enter the Eurovision song contest?
Because entry is allowed to countries who have a TV broadcast service which is a member of the European Broadcast Union. SBS Australia who have broadcast Eurovision in Australia for the past 30 years is a member. This is why invitations are extended to non Europeans countries such as Australia and Israel. Despite its distance from Europe, we are such massive fans (and member of the EBU) that Jon Ola Sands extended his gracious hand across the kajillions of kilometres to Kangarooland. Love you Jon!

On the grand final night, the BB and my Bear came round for Swedish Kottbullar (meatballs), mashed potatoes and gravy (all from Ikea).  Poor Bear was starting to get sick from a head cold so he didn't last through the votes being tallied and took himself off to bed.

Nom nom nom!

This year to welcome the US to Eurovision telecasts, Justin Timberlake performed. It was a bit weird watching old JT. Don't get me wrong. I don't mind JT. He looks like my brother in law. But seeing American Pop in a EuroPop concert was weird. And this coming from an Australian who was proud of an Aussie entrant in the 61st Eurovision Song Contest!

But Aussies GET Eurovision. We love the kitsch. We love all chanting, "Europe stop voting NOW!"

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We loved the fact the singer Ivan from Belarus wanted to perform naked with a wolf. I almost cried when he didn't get through to the Grand Final!

eurovision 2016 Belarus Ivan
Does this Wolf make my butt look big?
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One of my all time favourite acts from Eurovisions past was Lordi, the Orc-like entry from Finland who won in 2006.

Nothing better than when the Zombie Apocalypse comes to Eurovision. Thanks Finland!
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Sadly Eurovision has less kitschy, crazy acts these days. But we love it as it still celebrates its kookiness. Well done to this years Swedish hosts Petra Mede and Mans Zermolow! Your Oscars style parody songs were hilarious!

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Mans Zermolow with his shirt unbuttoned. You're very welcome. Oh, and Petra.
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 And ***CONGRATULATIONS*** to the Ukraine for winning with such an amazing song and pissing off Pooty Putin big time! I did think the Russian song was very good and had mind blowing special effects though.

But can you imagine if Australia won? My goodness that would really give Pooty an excuse to doubly boycott Eurovision 2017!

But (roll eyes) we're all used to that. Pooty threatens to boycott Eurovision almost every year. Russia threatened to boycott the 2014 contest because Conchita the bearded lady from Austria was entering. Then when Conchita did win, they threatened to boycott the 2015 contest which was held in Conchita-land (Austria). 

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And Russia and Pooty have already threatened to boycott next year because Ukraine won. Because #politiks #thinkstheworldhateshim #poorpooty #alwayssaytheyregoingtoboycottbutshowupanyway

Just remember folks, They always say they're going to boycott, but they always show up anyway... thank goodness. We still love to see your songs Russia. Don't boycott. Come and have fun singing with us!

If Australia won, being geographically closer to Antarctica than Europe, we would have to hold our Eurovision in the runner ups' country (probably Ukraine).
Hence the double Pooty boycott.
And because we lurve the Gays and the Bearded Ladies. Us Aussies love our annual Gay & Lesbian Mardi Gras in Sydney where the LGBTI community strut their fabo stuff through the streets of Sydney to exploding rainbow glitter cannons.

But Pooty doesn't. And let's not forget when a certain former Australian Prime Minister threatened to 'shirt front' Pooty.....

Ugh. Sorry about that. Now for a totally unrelated shirtless Chris Hemsworth picture to wipe that nastiness from our eyes and minds....

Oh God thank you Chris Hemsworth! Girls, I totally understand if you don't want to scroll back up. Or down.
Back to Pooty and Eurovision...
What was I saying? Oh Pooty and if Australia won Eurovision!

Pooty would be peeved.

Cripes! He might even try and annex Darwin in retaliation! And wrestle a croc to show off his manly strength and spray tanned manboobs! (Personally I'd rather scroll back up to Hemsworths manboobs.)

Dear Pooty,

Please don't try and wrestle our crocs. They have very big teeth and will kill you. If they don't succeed, the drop bears most certainly will.

Red Haired Amazona

ps: Please stop taking things that don't belong to you. Like Crimea. Just put it back where you found it and I promise to stop posting Pooty memes. Like this one:

I hope you all got to experience the wonder of Eurovision.

Nice chatting with you again!

Now if you don't mind, I think the Kremlin are trying to bust down my front door.....

Wednesday, 7 October 2015

The Meaning of Life

douglas adams hitchhikers guide to the galaxy

And as of yesterday, that's me.

I don't feel 42.

And I'm sure when many sci fi geeks like me turn 42, they often ponder whether they should know the answer by now. Or even just think they should wear some kind of Douglas Adams badge to be clever. If anyone is vaguely impolite enough to ask my age, I think I'll let Sonofagun No.2 answer for me.  He thinks I'm 14.

Apparently that's REALLY OLD when you're 6!

I feel like I'm still in my early 30s. With the mind of a 26 year old. And the habits of a 50 something year old.

But it's all good. I had a lovely extended weekend of birthdayness with the family and close friends as well as some time off during the Spring school holidays.

It was my Dads birthday last Friday and my Super Bro in laws (the Bro with the Mo) birthday this Friday so we kind of roped them all into one.

I received some gorgeous gifts and cards. I won't share all of them with you. Just one or two!

The Blonde Bombshell delivered my Laugh Out Loud card of the weekend:

To begin a brief recap, last week during school holidays, Sonofagun NO.2 and I visited Werribee Open Plains Zoo.  If you recall several weeks ago we visited another of the Zoo Victoria zoos at Healesville Wildlife Sanctuary which was very Australian Animal-y.

Werribee is very Africa-y with African Native dogs, lions, rhinos, giraffe and deers and oryxes and all of those animals with crazy horns and crazy names. 

lions zoo
There's a lion in there somewhere...

This is the super cool Jeep thingo kids can stand on/ sit in to see the lions.

The walkway up to the viewing platform to the African Wild dog enclosure.

Sonofagun No. 2 thought it would be funny to take a picture of me sunbathing. 

lions attacking keepers
safari bus
The Super Extended Magic Bus

giraffes werribee open plains zoo sanctuary
In the Open Range section, this photo was taken from one of the Super extended Magic Bus

giraffe safari
View from the carriage. Look Ma! No windows!

compare the meerkat
The view from the Café. A large MeerKat enclosure where you can sip your cappuccino and watching all the furry shenanigans!
I must say, the Zoo staff at all the Zoos in Victoria are so super friendly and helpful.  The enclosures are large and spacious and there are many 'Meet the animals' opportunities and Keeper shows you can attend. And best of all admission is free for Kids on weekends and school holidays. All the time!

The Mothership, my sister the Blonde Amazona and I paid a brief 3 1/2 hour visit to Ikea on Saturday.

Now normally this would be a shit idea.  Ikea. Saturday.  Worst combination ever.

BUT this Saturday was no ordinary Saturday!

It was the day of the AFL Grand Final!

The streets and freeways were nearly deserted!

Being a non- footy watching Amazona in Victoria on Grand Final day is heaven because I can peacefully shop ANYWHERE in Melbourne.

Almost every man, woman and child are either at the MCG, at a BBQ for the GF or hosting one.
I bought stuff.  Ikea type stuff. Like, oh crap, I can't even remember most of it now. You know, Ikea-ish stuff.

What I did set out to buy was a cabinet to store my yarn and supplies.  I chose the Hindo Outdoor Greenhouse Cabinet.  I sort of liked its industrial look.

I apologise for the dodgy photo. I couldn't get a good one without the sun streaming in...

Hindo Yarn Cabinet.
 I know it doesn't look like a lot of normal sized yarn (the DKs and merinos down on the bottom shelf).  But I have finished not 1 but 2 afghans in the past 4 months and haven't replenished my stocks since then!  The rest is all different plys of cottons.

On B Day, I received some lovely pressies.  I was super spoilt.  See that book in the middle?

That was one of my pressies from the Mothership. A colouring in book! 

I had recently decided I had to buy myself a good quality 'definitely not suitable for children' pencils as I often colour in little hummingbird drafts in my crochet ideas books to help me decide on colourways.  Now I have a really good excuse!

I then dropped the kids off at school (their 2nd day back after the holidays), and my Bear, parental units and I trotted off to Yarraville for breakfast, shopping and a movie. We saw the Martian. It was mind blowing.

Yarraville Shopping Joy
 One last thing, and you're probably sick of photos and rambling by now but I had to show you this beautiful teacup which was a gift from the Blonde Bombshell.  A Hummingbird Teacup. Isn't it exquisite?
Remind you of anything?

In other interesting news, I have been invited to participate in the Reso Box Amigurumi Exhibition in New York in December.  Have any of you guys participated in anything like this before? Or even this exhibition last year?  It looks interesting. I'm just not sure at this stage whether I'll have the time to produce the required minimum of 10 pieces to arrive in NY by the required 30 November deadline.
I'd love to hear what you think! Or did!

So back to the original meaning of life. Have I found it at age 42?

patsy edwina absolutely fabulous

The Red Haired Amazona

Sunday, 19 April 2015

The Red Haired Amazona indulges in an Ikea shopping frenzy!

For some people this sign fills people with joy and inspiration:

For others, it fills them with a sense of dread.  The sort of dread you feel when you know you have to go to a shopping mall.  You think of the trillions of people. The screaming kids and babies. The shopping trolley with the dodgy wheel that sets off your sciatica. Couch after couch after couch. 

Keeping the kids from jumping on every single bed they see and hiding in the cupboards of the fake rooms, running for the little Swedish fox and deer toys and pulling them out, "Mum, can I have this one Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeassssse?  I promise I'll be good!" And then they're little monsters.

Stopping for coffee or Salmon in the cafe, then dragging the kids out of the play area screaming which they then insist on doing for the rest of the trip while you wish Smaland wasn't booked up with other peoples screaming, snotty little darlings so you could chuck yours in and run like a frenzied monkey through the store grabbing everything in sight in the 1 hour time limit.

Dread? I don't feel it.  Whilst shopping malls are my worst nightmare, I love Ikea. I am mildly overwhelmed by it, but love it. I may be the only person to ever move cities for Ikea. Well, that may be a slight exaggeration. 4 years ago Ikea was not on the horizon for the Imperial City of Canberra, my hometown. I wished so badly for there to be one though.  It was a horrendous 4 hour drive to Sydney to the nearest store in Homebush if you wanted to indulge in Kottbullar.
So when I had made the decision to move to Melbourne, one of the big yes ticks was there was not one, but two Ikea stores!
I received an offer for a job with another employer in Melbourne, then wrote my resignation letter to my government employer.
It actually said:

"To (whoever at the HR section),

I wish to submit my resignation.  I will cease employment at (insert government department here) on the 29th of May 2011 in order to pursue my dream to live in a city with an Ikea. 

Kind regards,

The Red Haired Amazona."

The response I got back was:

"To Ms Red Haired Amazona,

On behalf of (insert government department here), I accept your resignation and wish you many happy shopping hours with Ikea. Enjoy!


HR person signing the letter"

I definitely can't claim to visit Ikea often. Possibly 2-3 times a year. But I've never looked back.
In the next few months Canberra's first Ikea will open and whilst the thought of moving back for their Ikea is tempting (being a much smaller city it would be so much easier to get to), sadly their icy, frozen wasteland of a winter is a turn off.

Last Sunday we visited Ikea.  We only intended to 'drop in'.  I knew in my lady brain a 'drop in' meant breakfast, then 2-3 hours around the store, then home for lunch.  But did we blow way over budget.  On everything!

We arrived at 9.30am when the restaurant opens and in typical Swedish Ikea style had a huge breakfast spending around $20 for 4 of us. Including extra cinnamon scrolls for sustenance through the 2 levels of Swedish brilliance.  

For people not yet exposed to the ritual of Ikea, the cafe is the essential first stop.  Grab a free coffee with your Ikea family card, a cinnamon scroll or even grab a full breakfast, a brochure book and take time to go over your definite WANTS.

You're ready.  Ok, you're not really ready. Because you are about to tackle one of the greatest marketing genius businesses ever.  Prepare yourself for THE MAZE!

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They overwhelm you with amazeballs stuff!  The kids go nuts.  They want all the toys, they want that cool rope ladder you wouldn't ever even conceive of hanging from the ceiling in your house but looks cool anyway, they want the swivel egg chair which you think is cool since you saw the little kids sitting in them in that scene in Sleepless in Seattle.  And then once you break free of the kids section, you are already in the big, windy Ikea warehouse maze. You see awesome room set ups, and every few minutes when you have had enough of room set ups there's pallets of cheesegraters, cushions or candles and you think "Oooo, candles!" and grab a 30 pack.  and then again "Oooo those glasses are only 99cents!" and grab 10! Hey honey, here's the Brimnes Queen I was telling you about, ooooh storage!  So much storage!

And then you see the fabrics!  And you grab a metre of every fabric with foxes or deer because they're so cool and Nordic, and marvel at how they weigh the fabric like fruit at the grocer to price it, then mildly flinch when they slap a $44 sticker on what you thought was just a little something-something to make a cushion out of.

A fabric purchase from a past Ikea visit on display at home. Stapled to a canvas frame & on the wall!

Then your price pain is eased because wow! Doona covers for $14.99!  And dang are there soooo many!  And matching cushions!

Somehow your trolley is full!

How did this happen you wonder....   Well, you did see the bathmats, those super soft absorbent, easy dry Toftbo bathmats.  You grabbed 2 of those!

Believe me, you REALLY don't need to see the rest of my bathroom. 

Annnnd you did think an extra dinner set would probably help. You may have a party at some stage in the next... time somewhere in the future and it's only $24!

And the fake flowers.  But they were only 99c each in so many pretty colours and when they're all together like that they look funky! So you grabbed 20.

My dislike of fake flowers put on hold for pretty pretty colours!

And the box of tealights in berry scents and mango, and spa, and cranberry.  Mmmmmm I love cranberries.  And you remembered you don't have any tealight holders so you grabbed 5. One in each colour! Only $1.99 each!
And you also have your list of furniture to pick up in the warehouse section before the checkouts, and then Gee Willickers: Living plants!  And plant pots! And fresh palms!  Hang on honey, I just decided I need 2 palms for the front lounge, and these pots would go with that moose cushion I found up stairs....
Get the picture?  Been there before haven't you?

If you haven't, forewarned is forearmed.

We may have gone through the check out maybe a couple or few hundred dollars missing in our bank accounts.  Then Sonofagun No. 1 exclaimed in his squeaky teenage voice, "Are we leaving?  I only came for the salmon lunch! We haven't had any yet!"  

I looked at his sad, yet mildly outraged and slightly zitty face.  That poor boy actually volunteered to come.  He was so helpful and kept Sonofagun No.2 from launching Tarzan style off the top of the Nordall bunkbeds onto the Svava swing. 

And it was now 2pm.  So we loaded everything in the car and trekked BACK INSIDE for lunch. I felt like I was doing the Ikea walk of shame.  Breakfast, THEN lunch!

Sonofagun No.2 gets his salmon.

Then a friend who saw my FB status mentioning I was at Ikea, sent a text, "Could u pls pick me up 2 Kottbullar, 2 gravy, lingonberry jam and frozen mashed potato from the Ikea grocery".

We got home after 4pm. Lunch didn't exactly take that long.  Neither did the extra run for groceries. 
But we did remember we wanted a dish rack. And then maybe almost bought a couple of framed prints. Almost.

Weary, car jammed with Sweden, discussing why getting the 2 Trysil chest of drawers was better than the Malm, and reeking of the combined odours of 90 Sinnlig tealights in 3 different scents plus a 3 pack of Lugga block candles AND a Halvlek because it looks pretty with the autumn leaves.

It's also so pretty!

We have enough candles to light us through the Game of Thrones Winter.

So my beautiful Canberra people, that is a typical Ikea visit.  Don't forget to stop by the Clearance section on your way out!


The Red Haired Amazona

Monday, 29 December 2014

Christmassness, stuffing ourselves stupid and enjoying Marina Priors Botox

Yes folks, once again it's time for THAT AWKWARD MOMENT BETWEEN CHRISTMAS AND NEW YEARS!!!

You all know what I mean.  The decorations are still on the tree but that Christmassy feeling has quickly dissipated. You're still on holiday but the house is a mess after all that crazy Christmassing and you're too exhausted to do anything about it but feel like you should, so you randomly wander from room to room kind of picking up stuff but it still looks like the aftermath of a hurricane. The Christmas tree is still up and you want to take it down but THERE'S SOOOO MANY BLOODY GLASS BAUBLEY THINGS AND STRINGY CHAIN THINGS that the thought of unhanging, untangling and packing it all feels more exhausting than the actual doing of it?

I'm also in the middle of a yucky cough thingo. So I cough and cough. I drink the Cough Medicine and it makes me very sleepy. Blech. I want to schlep around and veg or sit on the couch, crochet and watch movies but I know the minute I do, I'll start to fall asleep. It's a catch 22!

So instead I'll have a fun little recap of our Christmas activities.

One of my family's favourite Pre- Christmas activities is to get together on Christmas Eve and watch Vision Australia's Carols by Candlelight at the Myer Music Bowl on TV.  We do it every year.  This year Christmas Eve was at my sisters house.

I think she and her hubby totally did not think we would REALLY be watching the Carols. They would have rather played Wii. As they remarked, "But it's the same thing EVERY YEAR!" 

Yes, we know. But that's part of the fun.

I think at this point I should clarify that part of the joy the Mothership, Fatherdom and I derive from Carols on Christmas Eve is from the fact they do wheel out the same Celebs every year and the Carols themselves.  Like comedian Tim Minchin says in his Christmas song 'Wine in the Sun', we quite like the songs. 

But the other part which I alluded to before is that IT IS THE SAME THING almost every year. And part of the entertainment in that, for us is we are Aussie. And we love to sit and sledge it. Mercilessly. But with good humour and love.

For example.  The Queen of the Carols is Ms Botox herself, Marina Prior. 

When hosts David and Lisa are about to introduce her we wonder out loud to ourselves: "Is she pregnant AGAIN this year?" And then when she majestically glides onto the stage with her everlasting porcelain skin and perpetually frozen, beautiful face we all gush at how wonderfully bee-stung her lips are, how eternally surprised are her wrinkle free eyes and remark at how beautifully smooth her 51 year old forehead is!  And then she sings her usual Angels We Have Heard On High.

I'm not religious. But like most Aussies, I enjoy Christmas for Christmas's sake. And like I said, I quite like the songs. So we love hearing Marina belt this one out every year. She's divine.

Equally we love old Denis. Good old Denis Walters. 

Dear Channel Nine.  Could you please Please PLEASE listen to most of Australia and especially my Dad, the Fatherdom: let Denis sing Oh Holy Night?  He does it better than anyone else!  We're not interested when you pair him up with a little C grade celebrity who won some singing competition. We want to hear Denis belt that tune out with his big gorgeous baritone.  The Google doesn't reveal any recent instances of Denis singing it, but we all would swear on a stack of TV Guides, we've heard him do it at least once. Sometime. Somewhere. And nobody does it like Denis. In fact let him host. We could listen to his juicy, rolling voice all night.

We sing along, we sledge, we had a 10 minute conversation simply about how Tim Campbell is on now and didn't he get married this year?
Oh yes, I hear he married Anthony Callea!

Mothership: What?!? He's gay?!?

Amazona & Sister: Yeah. I think he married Anthony Callea.

Mothership: Really? He doesn't look gay!

Amazona ponders: I wonder why they don't let Tim and Anthony sing together?

Everyone quickly googles on their phones....

Amazona: yep. He and Anthony married in NZ earlier this year.

Mothership: Well I never!

Amazona: Oh well, isn't he David Campbells cousin? Didn't David just call him cousin?
Mothership:  I thought it was Lisa's cousin.

Amazona: That doesn't make sense, he and David are both Campbells!

Amazona: Maybe he's a Prick Relation* though the mother's side, coz he isn't related to Jimmy Barnes!

Song finishes. Hosts Lisa Wilkins and David Campbell make a joke about how Tim Campbell is David Campbells cousin, then quickly clear up that Tim Campbell is actually Lisa's cousin. Isn't the Australian Entertainment industry a Nepotistic little kitten?

Mothership, Amazona, Amazona's sister all sigh, sit back in their chairs and collectively state things like "Well there you go! I thought so, Fancy that?" while the People with Penises roll their eyes and sip their Scotches and silently ponder on the mental cognitive processes of the Amazona women.

*For non- Aussies, a Prick Relation: someone related by marriage

The Happy Couple
And the aforementioned Lisa and David (no relation to Tim Campbell) Campbell:

Then Carols were over for another year, I drag my weary hoardes home so we can sleep and awake to the glory and the presents.....

Melbourne made sure Christmas Day was beautiful. Sunny, mild weather. 

I received some amazing pressies:
 The most gorgeous flocked Stag for my wall.

A super cute owl from Sonofagun No.2

Purchased from my favourite shop Creative House in Yarraville
 And the most gorgeous little fox. He might have to stay out all year long!

 A funky steampunk bird from Fatherdom.

And here's just a couple of the selection of pretty clip on birds from Sonofagun No. 1.

We set up to eat our Christmas Feast outside under a big Easy Up tent in the back yard with a bright colourful theme inspired by some Ikea fabric for the tablecloth....

And commenced the mother of all feasts...
Apologies for the blurry pic. I was being criticised for photographing EVERYTHING and not sitting down to enjoy the Christmassness!

Amazeballs Roast Taters thanks to Jamie Oliver....

Everyone had something yummy to enjoy.
There was present unwrapping on the lawn...

Including a very choice pressie from the Mothership:

Just a brief note here to say, I'm not really a massive Ryan Gosling fan. But I really love a good Ryan Gosling meme of the crochet kind, which has been noted by certain friends and family. I frequently may have posted these ones on my facie page:

And finally by late afternoon, let the Calorie fest begin!
The Mothership's Christmas Wreath Pavlova and Amazona's VERY drunken Trifle

Phew. This has been a long blog entry. Apologies.
So Christmas Day was fun and fatty. The Amazona was exhausted. The Sonofaguns were exhausted. And now we're in THAT AWKWARD STAGE BETWEEN XMAS AND NEW YEARS.
Do we clean? Bugger me if I feel like doing that!  I've just wasted several hours pounding this thing out, and now it's afternoon, it's raining outside and I must do something constructive so I feel like I haven't lost a whole day.
For those of you who picked up on my little mention at the top of Tim Minchin and his Australian Christmas song 'Wine in the Sun', I've taken the liberty of including the Youtube video here.  You may need flash player or something to play it. It's brilliant. I'm not sure if I'm allowed to post it on my blog, but I'm not making money from it, I don't claim credit for it, it's written and performed by a wonderfully talented, intelligent and funny man. And if someone wants to sue me, just ask me to remove it because I don't have any money to pay out a lawsuit. Unless I can pay you in Bird ornaments. I've got loads of those. But I'd rather you didn't because some of them were gifts and all of them are very special to me. Which money would be too if I had any. Which I don't.

The Red Haired Amazona