Anniversary
We just had the best day! Our Anniversary was perfect; Al made it wonderful for me. We started by getting up together having coffee, giving cards and I got a present!
A gold quill with burgundy feather for my calligraphy writing. It also represents paper that is the 1st Anniversary's symbolic gift. There's beautiful paper with fantastic writing in Italian rolled up in a scroll tied with a deep red ribbon. Matching antique burgundy ink and other bits ... so lovely.
The thing is, it was an off the cuff remark some time ago when I was doing some calligraphy.
I said, some time I would really like to try writing with a quill. Just a small remark, and he tucked it away thinking of pleasing me.
Alan took the day off so we could be together and have lunch in the city, wander around etc
We were going to see Matt and Bianca for dinner on Wednesday to take him out for dinner for his Birthday and give him his gift, as it worked out we did it all today. It was great to have a good time and laugh all afternoon with them. I was banging on about being clucky wanting a baby; they should hurry I said and give me my new grand baby! LOL!!!! Matty said give them money and they will start straight away. They will have to do it like the rest of us, on their todd.
We went to a fantastic Asian place to eat. Oriental Tea House, we had relaxing teas, warming teas, loving teas, invigorating teas and then all sorts of yummy delicious Yum-Cha and dumplings with fillings to die for!
We then walked across Chapel Street to Bogarts in South Yarra (Jam Factory) for cigars and coffee, I tried the Monkey's Launch, a cafe late with Banana Daiquiri, Kailua and some other liqueurs .. yummy yummy yummy.
Then into Borders (book shop) where I had told Al I wanted to take him so he could choose a book for his Anniversary present from me, he wanted The Turning by Tim Winton an Australian writer who has won many big priZes, and so has this book. It's made of paper, fits the day.
Back to Matty and Bianca's where he puts on his Peter Alexander PJ's Bianca bought him for his Birthday, and the pale blue snuggly soft, thick velour comfortable dressing gown from us. 'B' has fallen in love with it, I doubt it long before she is wearing it as soon as he is out the door, I did with Al's one, every chance I got to warm up and cuddle into the couch; I now have my own lilac snugly gown. Matt was curled up on the big chair, saying it was bloody fantastic.
Well he would, cos it is.
We have day dream fantasies whilst we work, of getting our gear off and getting wrapped up in our gowns. We no longer bother with trying to look pretty for each other after work, it's all about comfort and easiness at the Symon's house. That's the best feeling, wanting to make each other feel at home, safe warm secure. Content with tummies full of delicious home cooked suppers, washed down with cups of tea, reading our books and love.
And he loves his book, Alan gets to taste what life was for us growing up in a sun burnt country.
Tim Winton is a gift to our collective Aussie memories, evocative and hypnotic he writes brilliant stuff, takes me back to being in a hot summer childhood day, running under sprinklers in knickers and smells of pine tree in the lounge room decorated with the paper cut-outs we all made and delicate glass ornaments that cost a fortune; each of them having their own story of when and for who they were bought, memories and babies first Christmas.
That's Tim Winton's Cloud Street and Dirt Music . He takes me back to the best things of childhood, cicadas singing louder than six children playing chasey on summer's evenings, being read ''To Kill a Mockingbird" and watching Disney movies with home made ice lollies from the freezer. Mum in a petticoat looking like EliZabeth Taylor from "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof" Dad in tennis shorts with no shirt flaked out, wasted on his chair sipping coola cordial with his iced lolly tinkling against the tall glass.
Excitement, whispers, secret searches for hiding spots full of Christmas presents, plum pudding hanging on the back porch, fat free range chickens waiting to be cooked with mountains of crispy roast potatoes, peas and gravy. Nana's rum trifle in the refrigerator, piled high with cream that we dipped fingers into and skillfully covered our tracks smoothing up again the ever dwindling dollops into smaller peaks against the crystal bowl.
Carols, and hot sleepless nights filled with magic and anticipation we laid in tents in the back yard looking at stars, playing truth or dare in pretty shortie pjs with legs sticking out the tent so our feet could feel the wisps of water thrown across the fence next doors sprinkler always soaking Mrs Donaldson's borders of cottage flowers through the hot nights.
A gold quill with burgundy feather for my calligraphy writing. It also represents paper that is the 1st Anniversary's symbolic gift. There's beautiful paper with fantastic writing in Italian rolled up in a scroll tied with a deep red ribbon. Matching antique burgundy ink and other bits ... so lovely.
The thing is, it was an off the cuff remark some time ago when I was doing some calligraphy.
I said, some time I would really like to try writing with a quill. Just a small remark, and he tucked it away thinking of pleasing me.
Alan took the day off so we could be together and have lunch in the city, wander around etc
We were going to see Matt and Bianca for dinner on Wednesday to take him out for dinner for his Birthday and give him his gift, as it worked out we did it all today. It was great to have a good time and laugh all afternoon with them. I was banging on about being clucky wanting a baby; they should hurry I said and give me my new grand baby! LOL!!!! Matty said give them money and they will start straight away. They will have to do it like the rest of us, on their todd.
We went to a fantastic Asian place to eat. Oriental Tea House, we had relaxing teas, warming teas, loving teas, invigorating teas and then all sorts of yummy delicious Yum-Cha and dumplings with fillings to die for!
We then walked across Chapel Street to Bogarts in South Yarra (Jam Factory) for cigars and coffee, I tried the Monkey's Launch, a cafe late with Banana Daiquiri, Kailua and some other liqueurs .. yummy yummy yummy.
Then into Borders (book shop) where I had told Al I wanted to take him so he could choose a book for his Anniversary present from me, he wanted The Turning by Tim Winton an Australian writer who has won many big priZes, and so has this book. It's made of paper, fits the day.
Back to Matty and Bianca's where he puts on his Peter Alexander PJ's Bianca bought him for his Birthday, and the pale blue snuggly soft, thick velour comfortable dressing gown from us. 'B' has fallen in love with it, I doubt it long before she is wearing it as soon as he is out the door, I did with Al's one, every chance I got to warm up and cuddle into the couch; I now have my own lilac snugly gown. Matt was curled up on the big chair, saying it was bloody fantastic.
Well he would, cos it is.
We have day dream fantasies whilst we work, of getting our gear off and getting wrapped up in our gowns. We no longer bother with trying to look pretty for each other after work, it's all about comfort and easiness at the Symon's house. That's the best feeling, wanting to make each other feel at home, safe warm secure. Content with tummies full of delicious home cooked suppers, washed down with cups of tea, reading our books and love.
And he loves his book, Alan gets to taste what life was for us growing up in a sun burnt country.
Tim Winton is a gift to our collective Aussie memories, evocative and hypnotic he writes brilliant stuff, takes me back to being in a hot summer childhood day, running under sprinklers in knickers and smells of pine tree in the lounge room decorated with the paper cut-outs we all made and delicate glass ornaments that cost a fortune; each of them having their own story of when and for who they were bought, memories and babies first Christmas.
That's Tim Winton's Cloud Street and Dirt Music . He takes me back to the best things of childhood, cicadas singing louder than six children playing chasey on summer's evenings, being read ''To Kill a Mockingbird" and watching Disney movies with home made ice lollies from the freezer. Mum in a petticoat looking like EliZabeth Taylor from "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof" Dad in tennis shorts with no shirt flaked out, wasted on his chair sipping coola cordial with his iced lolly tinkling against the tall glass.
Excitement, whispers, secret searches for hiding spots full of Christmas presents, plum pudding hanging on the back porch, fat free range chickens waiting to be cooked with mountains of crispy roast potatoes, peas and gravy. Nana's rum trifle in the refrigerator, piled high with cream that we dipped fingers into and skillfully covered our tracks smoothing up again the ever dwindling dollops into smaller peaks against the crystal bowl.
Carols, and hot sleepless nights filled with magic and anticipation we laid in tents in the back yard looking at stars, playing truth or dare in pretty shortie pjs with legs sticking out the tent so our feet could feel the wisps of water thrown across the fence next doors sprinkler always soaking Mrs Donaldson's borders of cottage flowers through the hot nights.
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