Wednesday, 16 April 2014

No Dessert For Me


So I skipped Bikram last night. Which yes, I know, was incredibly naughty. Scandalous!

Something's got to give, and dinner didn't really satisfy, but instead of going for a chocolate fix after dinner, I made Matt and I a quick and healthy smoothie. 

It's filling, it gives us two serves of fruit, plus the added bonus of chia, the Omega-3 and protein from almond milk and it was sweet - satiating that thing in my brain saying: gimme, gimme!

This is what you need:

1 generous cup of frozen raspberries (or you could use fresh if you have them)
1 small ripe banana
1 cup of almond milk
2 tablespoons of chia

I tossed everything into the Kitchenaid blender - 30 seconds later - yeah baby, fresh, cold, tasty. 

And totally worth skipping Bikram for, right?!



* I am a massive fan of KitchenAid, and have been lent some of their products to try. They are ace. Totally ace. And the blender matches my pink KitchenAid mixer. It must be love.

Tuesday, 15 April 2014

Dream Weaver:: Natalie Miller






This weekend I was lucky enough to spend six beautiful hours sitting, chatting and weaving with eight other women.

What a rare treat!

I was so fortunate to be able to attend Natalie Miller's weaving workshop. 

Honestly, this was such a gift - to spend a day doing something I wanted to do. I felt so, so lucky. 

I left the kids at home with Matt for the day, and drove the green and beautiful drive to Robertson. All lush hills, rainbows, cows and  me busy daydreaming - wondering how I could move down this part of the world. Dreamy McDreamerson.

Although I am not what I would term an adept crafter (in fact I may be called the dunce), I had such a great day. It was the perfect therapy: making, chatting, drinking tea, eating incredible cake, and learning from Natalie. 

There's something about making something with your own hands that is positively life-affirming and good for the soul. 

We learnt about yarn, dyeing wool, weaving, and all from the beautiful, generous and talented Natalie. She's pretty darn ace. 

I'm now trying to finish it off at home, with Tiny very keen to help with the bobbin, and Happy Cat available to swipe the yarn at every opportunity. 0_o

Monday, 14 April 2014

What Was I Thinking?


So I went to Bikram twice last week. And the second time I lay there pondering why I felt I needed to be there, in that sweatbox. 

I lay down for much of it too - contemplating other things such as a quote I'd read: "The way you handle your sweat is how you handle life."

Apparently I wipe it off. And then take a good lie down.

The second class was not only a punishment by heat and stretching. 

Some foul-bottomed soul was unleashing eggy farts upon my area. So imagine this - if you will, hot, sweaty, humid. And the stench of a million years of everyone's sweat marinading in the sisal.

And then some arsehole - and I mean that literally, is farting almost at regular intervals. 

Some fart-breath foul-bottomed yogi had taken it upon themselves to egg it up and eat curried egg sandwiches before class. 

Are you gagging yet? My goodness, I was. I got to the point I was going to yell out and tell whoever it was that they should go drop their friends off to the pool. I felt like I should suddenly have Tourette's and unleash some wordy beast on their sweat covered hiney. 

Then I contemplated how unBikram that would be of me. Of how I should be accepting of someone's rank egg bottom trumpets. About how I should be at one with methane.

But I couldn't. 

And I haven't been back because some asswipe stole my yoga libido.

Namaste, Farticus, namaste. 

Sunday, 13 April 2014

The Grand Budapest Hotel:: Clandestine Film Watching







Last night I got home - and the house was a bomb. 

I felt pretty angry. That's actually an understatement. This has been percolating away for a while. 

So 20 minutes after walking in, I walked back out. 

I felt pretty guilty. But also pretty angry. I am sick of being the only one to tidy things away because everyone's taken the "it's not my stuff" posture - so they just leave it. 

What did I do? Well, what is one meant to do when you have steam coming out your ears and no where to really go?

I went to the movies. With no movie in mind, I just had to pick one based on the time I arrived, and whatever was showing. Thankfully it was The Grand Budapest Hotel. PHEW!

Because my friends, watching that film? Magical. 

I kept sitting there reminding myself that Wes Anderson is a freaking genius. Everything is perfect. And perfectly quirky and wonderful. There are so many shots I wanted to photograph in my memory because they were a beautiful play of colour, a riot really. 

I've thought about it all day, and looking on Pinterest has reminded me of so many great moments, I can't wait to watch it all over again. 

Honestly, it's one of my all-time favourite films now, straight to my top 5. And maybe even my favourite Wes Anderson film.

The casting is brilliant. 
The costumes are superb.
The sets incredible.
Everything is sublime.

Have you seen The Grand Budapest Hotel? And did you love it as much as I did?




Tuesday, 8 April 2014

Matthew Kentmann:: Flinders Street Gallery


Big news around our house tonight?

Opening at the Flinders Street Gallery is Matthew Kentmann's new show. He has created a beautiful, dream-like collection of paintings inspired by the Australian coastline. 

He's also my husband.

Flinders Street Gallery
61 Flinders Street
Surry Hills

Exhibition is open from 9th - 19th April.

Please come and say hi if you're around and love art! 

Monday, 7 April 2014

Pretty Damn Awesome



This made me happy. 

Honestly. Watch it. Life-affirming and wonderful. 


Sunday, 6 April 2014

Back to Bikram Yoga: 7 Tips For Beginners


Stop the press. I went to Bikram today - for the first time in 12 years. 

I might as well have never been, or even tell you that I've been before - because 12 years is a long time ago, and the only reason I am telling you, if we're going to be completely frank, is to make you think that once upon a time I may have been a bit flexible.

Way back then I was completely hooked on Bikram. But let's fast forward to this morning. Oh man. I've never loved savasana SO MUCH!

I've put together seven tips for beginners, to make it less intimidating. And to brainwash you into coming with me.

1. Wear as little clothing as possible. And make it form fitting - and if possible sweat-wicking. Most people wear hot pants, crop tops. I wore cropped tights, and slim-fitting tank top. Do not wear baggy clothes because I am telling you now, those wet clothes don't feel good swinging on your body and will distract you. And don't wear cotton. Take it from me. Baggy, cottony clothes - not your friend at Bikram.

2. Don't be afraid to sit down - or go into savasana (hellooooo savasana). No one else is focussing on your practice. You do your thing, they do theirs. And you do it at your own pace. Take a break if you feel dizzy, or if you just feel like - holy mackerel, I need to escape this hotbed of a room, and if like me, you have the flexibility of TinMan from the Wizard of Oz. 

3. Speaking of which - don't leave the room. The first session is about staying in that ridiculously hot room - and reaping the health benefits. Stay there. Lie down. Kneel. Whatever you need to do. But stay in there. I had fantasies of running out and standing under the water filter - and then driving off into the sunset. But I lay down and looked right at this picture instead. 

4. Take a big water bottle. And a big towel. And a little towel. You are going to need them. The water - you need for sipping on during the class. The big towel - it's going to go over your yoga mat and stop you from infesting it further with sweat, and things will be a lot less slippery. The little towel - I like to have it to wipe my hands. And my brow. And from my eyes when the sweat stings them. Am I selling this to you?

5. Don't go in thinking the room smells of roses and unicorn farts. There's one thing that doesn't smell good - communal sweat. 

6. Stay hydrated. Drink plenty of water the day before - not just an hour before. Drink plenty of water afterwards. And whatever you do, don't go hungover. You'll be in a world of pain already. And hungover? Whoa. Not a good combo. 

7. Try to stay up the back. In your first class you don't know whether you're Arthur or Martha. Try and stay up the back. Not only will it allow the hard-core yogis to get on with their practice, but I watch what they do to fine-tune my own. 

Maybe I will see you there? If I do, don't talk. No one talks in the studio. Except the teacher.