I was my sister's bridesmaid
And I wore my ugg boots:

But not until the reception was over, of course.
I’ll fill you in on the goss when I’ve recovered from my crappy week, the wedding, the food poisoning and etc.
And now I am 31
I’m not going to lie to you. Being 31 sucks.
I had a lovely birthday on Monday; pressies, hugs, kisses, cake, chocolate, gnocchi gorgonzola and the Star Trek movie.
But then.
Mum didn’t ring me for my birthday. Or the following day. I ended up ringing her today and no amount of hinting jogged her memory. In my family it’s considered a sin to not ring before 8am on someone’s birthday. But I have decided to move on from how cranky I was. Or try to.
But then.
Lenovo said yesterday that my new notebook wouldn’t ship until June 18th – over 2 months after I ordered it. (I chucked a spazz and my order is now likely to ship by the end of the week.)
BUT THEN.
Tonight someone named Monica ran into me while I was on the roundabout near Emma’s on Liberty. Oh my poor Talyn!

NRMA were lovely and I’m booked for the “claim assessment” at the end of next week. I don’t lose my no-claim bonus and I don’t pay the excess because I wasn’t at fault. OH THE RELIEF.
So now that I’m at the end of day 3 of being 31, I’m hoping that day 4 is going to be easier.
In any case, send cupcakes.
My water feature – after
You’re not going to believe the difference in the “before” and “after” shots of The Water Feature:
Here’s the before shot of the outside:

And after?

So they patched the crack (insert immature laughter here) and painted it baby poo green/brown. But they thoughtfully made sure the crack is still visible for all and sundry to see.
And now, here’ s the inside view close up (before):

And a full view, featuring the new drawers we bought on the weekend:

It’s a bit hard to tell because I wanted to get the new drawers (Ikea!) in the shot as well as the Sleepy Bear on the Red Chair, which is apparently more comfortable with a bit of Ikea-box on top.
Anyways THE INSIDE IS EXACTLY THE SAME. The cracks, swollen plaster, even the little spider up in the corner… still there.
Turns out the main problem was in the roof and the owners of our place didn’t want to spend the money on “non-essential” repairs. Yeah, I know.
So we have the best of both worlds, I guess. We get to stay dry and we get a constant visual reminder of the 709 days that our loungeroom wall leaked.
BECAUSE I REALLY NEED THE VISUAL.
My Water Feature – before
The Water Feature has been FIXED! My loungeroom doesn’t leak anymore! It only took 709 days to fix it!
Here are the before shots of the leaking wall – internal and external views:


Check back tomorrow to see the *amazing* transformation!
Thistle Thistle Bo Bistle
Last Thursday I popped along to Notes Live Newtown to see Rai Thistlethwayte (a.k.a Mr Thirsty Merc).
Manda very bravely came along with me and managed to put up with me while we had dinner at Italian Bowl on King Street then wandered back down Enmore Road to “Sydney’s newest live venue”. Nice venue, but reminds me a bit of a wedding function centre.
Needless to say, Rai is a very clever boy; he owned the piano and keyboards and his voice is just… wow. I found it easier to get into the funkier stuff, though – not surprising for a girl like me who loves rhythm guitar.
Best part about the venue is that it’s very intimate and Rai was amongst the crowd before and after the show. Noice!

This is what I spent most of the night looking at… Rai’s bum!


















