Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Mood Boards

I have recently been introduced to the world of online Mood Boards, and I am addicted! The website I use is called olioboard and basically you start with a blank canvas and select from thousands of items for your home, everything from mirrors to couches to candles and pillows. It is awesome! And the best part? You can buy these items! Only downfall.... they're an American based company so we can't get most of what they have - unless I want to pay a bucketload for shipping. But at the moment I just love having it as a resource and idea base to throw around different thoughts and bring lots of 'always wanted' things to life. So far I have created a lounge room 'look' that I love, and also put together a collaboration of bedroom ideas that right now I just can't pic between. The good thing about them is that, like my lounge room board, you can create the exact look you want, or, like my bedroom board you can just throw around items and ideas to get the feel or a mood you like.

I think one of the best things about them for me is that I now have a way, finally, to see what style I really like and even want. Over the years I have liked so many different styles that I never knew if there was a set theme or style that suited me. But when I began randomly searching through different pieces of furniture and items for a room to put on the Mood Board, I realised the ones I selected not only matched eachother, but I really did love the look I was creating! It is a nice relief to have something to work towards and refer to if I ever get stuck or feel lost with it all.

I wanted to post them in here so that I have a reference of the look that I like now in 2011 as a 30 year old, and to see in the future if, 1) my style changes over time, and 2) whether I do actually end up with a house that looks somewhat like my boards - I wish! ;-)   Anyway, here they are. Enjoy!

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Drama at the Shops

The girls and I had an experience a couple of weeks ago that I just have to put in here because it was such a cliche, dramatic event it just HAS to be remembered over the years.

We were in Myer and had finished our shopping. The day had been good and we were heading home in good spirits. We walked to the elevator and as usual, the girls fought over who pushed the down button. It was Eadie's turn, so she excitedly pushed it and we stood by the door and waited. When it opened, instead of being able to run in like they usually would, we were forced to stand back and wait for a lady on a motorised bike/chair thingy to back out, and a couple of old ladies direct her out.  Eadie began edging toward the elevator door as they were coming out and I told her to come back like the rest of us. I was busy trying to move the pram out of the way as the motor lady edged back closer and closer to me and Tori who were trying to make way for her. Eadie ignored me and pushed her way through the old ladies and into the elevator.
"Eadie, come here please" I said, trying to get around the motorised thingy and through the old women. But before I made it to the doors, they began to close!
"Eadie! Come out here now!" I began yelling. Seeing the doors closing, Tori began going hysterical, shouting "Eadie! Eadie! No, Eadie!" and as I continued to yell at her, Eadie stood motionless and terrified as the doors closed infront of her. "Mummy! Mummy!" she began yelling as I watched behind that motorised wheel-bike thingy, helpless to get to her! "Eadie!" I shouted along with Tori. The old ladies began pushing the button to open them up but it was too late. Eadie was not coming out and the doors were not opening!

I began going hysterical, while also trying to calm Tori down at the same time.
"Open the door! Someone open the door!" I was actually banging on the door and pushing the button over and over. Tori was screaming the place down and I began to freak out more as I watched the elevator floor numbers go down a level.

Thank goodness a worker came past and I told her what had happened. I was shaking like a leaf and trying not to cry (there were tears in my eyes, I kid you not) and thankfully the girl had a walkie-talking and she called a man on the lower level. After what seemed like a lifetime he said "yep, here she is, I've got her, she's on level two".
I exasperatedly told him her name is Eadie, and "tell her that mummy is coming down and everything is going to be ok". I kept repeating it over and over and I felt like an idiot, but I honestly couldn't control my emotions or what I was saying. I was a shaking mess, and if I didn't have to calm Tori down by stroking her head and repeating "Its ok, Eadie is fine. Let's go down and get her. She's fine", the girl with the walkie-talking would probably have been saying that to me.

FINALLY the elevator doors opened and we got in. It was the longest elevator ride of my life down that one level, and I rushed out as fast as I could and over to my little girl, who was being very brave as she stood facing the wall with her head lowered towards the ground as the man stood beside her. When she saw me she hugged me tight but didn't cry. The man said that when he spoke to her she just walked straight to the wall and stood there. He kept talking to her and it was only when he said her name that she looked up with a look of surprise on her face, but she kept her distance and kept to the wall.

What a brave little girl! I was so proud of her, she didn't break down, she just held strong and waited until I came and got her. As I hugged her and we walked down to the car I could see a different side of her that I had never seen. I had always known that she was independent, but now I see that she is strong and brave. She didn't cry and go hysterical (like her mother and older sister...) and I was actually relieved that she didn't break down and fall into the arms of a stranger who showed her attention. I was very impressed.

Needless to say, every time we go near an elevator, Eadie says "No me go in elevator by-self" and Tori makes sure everyone is standing together as we wait for the doors t open, walk in at the same time, make sure everyone is in, and then push the floor button. And did I mention that every time I say "let's go to the shop" Tori straight away says "not the one where Eadie got stuck in the elevator!". The one time we did go back there it was laugh-out-loud funny to watch their reactions every time we went near the elevator. So cute. I have such caring, gorgeous little girls who really do love eachother and want eachother to be safe and happy. Despite the little, slightly funny stresses, life is good. :-)

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Which is Which?

Juan and I were looking at some old family pics the other night and we were blown away by how similar all of our baby girls are. At one point we were looking at photos and videos of Tori as a 6 month old and we were in shock as we looked from the photo of Tori, down to the sleeping Anabel beside us. We found it incredible that two different people could look so much alike! So I went on a photo hunt for some pics of them at the same age. These were all taken between 3-6 months old. Can you tell which is which??

Monday, October 10, 2011

For Sale!

Our house is officially on the market!!

It has been a crazy hectic month as we have prepared the house for photos and future open homes, but I am happy to say it is official and now we just sit back and wait.. and clean.. and clean... and continuously clean. Ugh! Always picking up, putting away, stacking, washing, wiping, vacuuming, mopping, sweeping.. Goodness, was I REALLY that messy before?

I can honestly say my house has been spotless since Friday. Don't get me wrong, we still play and eat and change our clothes, but the mess is gone within the hour and nothing sits around all day. It's not that we have an Open House tomorrow or that we have people going through it, but I am trying to get into the habit of keeping it clean because realistically, it may be for sale for some time, and I don't want to let it get to the point where it will take me a whole week to get it back up to scratch (like it did last week....). And, knowing my luck, the day I relax and let it get messy is the one day I'm out and the agent will being someone through!
So anyway, the photographer came by on Friday and took pics. The Real Estate agent said over the phone that they "...came out great!" and he couldn't "...believe how excellent they look!". I said, "oh, good", but wasn't holding my breath. But then when I saw the pics I was so happy with how it came out- I was actually shocked! It's amazing what good lighting and a professional eye can do for a room. I am really happy that I have these pics as my memory of our little townhouse in Daisy Hill. (Excuse the size of the pics, I had to download them off a website and I couldn't alter them). Anyway, hope you enjoy our house!: