I caught this tiny spider web yesterday morning. It was a cold foggy morning and this spider web was bedazzled with dew drops and begging to be photographed.
A pretty good week on the happy photo sharing front. I’m finding it easier to find joy in the little things like cups of tea.
Saturday: Today I turned a pair of jeans into a skirt for Xanthe. I’ve been talking about doing it for ages and today I finally got it done. I’m stoked with how it turned out. (Why was I so excited with a simple jean-to-skirt conversion? Because I am not known for my mad sewing skills)
Out of all the appliances I have ever purchased, our bread-maker is by far the best. We tried to use it to make loaves of bread, but that didn’t really appeal and I could never slice it thin enough and I now really understand why they say sliced bread was so good. I had been taking it for granted obviously – Anyway, we use the bread-maker for dough only because I suck at making dough by hand for the following reasons:
- It’s sticky and gooey and I don’t like getting my hands icky.
- I over-work the dough and whatever I’m making turns out tough and wrong.
- I’m lazy
Our bread-maker takes all the hard work of dough making out of the equation and leaves only the creative bit left to do. Brilliant.
And – even better, this one dough recipe we use, has about a billion uses, it is hands down, the best bread-maker dough recipe, ever.
Scrolls (cheese and vegemite or ham and cheese or pizza)
Fancy plaited breads and knots
See? Almost a billion uses!
So, here is the recipe:
50mls Olive oil
2 teaspoons Salt
3 Tablespoons Sugar
4 cups of flour – I use a mixture of white and wholemeal.
1 tablespoon dry active yeast
Put the ingredients into the bread-maker in that order and select the dough function. It should take roughly 90 mins and then when it is done you can create whatever amazing doughy goodness your heart desires. I make scrolls regularly and freeze half the batch. This makes an awesome ready-to-go lunch box staple.
I’m not a fan of standing still. Staying in one place and laying down roots. But I thought that was just a thing I felt when I was young and I thought I would grow out of that. I moved house a crazy amount of times as a teen and young adult. I enjoyed road trips with friends, solo travel to the UK and Europe and a couple of family trips to the USA. I thought I’d find my forever place and settle down when I grew up. Because that’s what you’re supposed to do right?
I am married with two children and our third on the way and last year we bought a house. In the suburbs. We have a dog and I drive an SUV. This is grown up right? This is settled.
I don’t feel settled. I feel bored and trapped.
It occurred to me recently that I have been searching for a place to settle. A place to call home and lay down those roots, but never actually stopping to ask myself if that’s what I really wanted. I just assumed that settling down would be a happy thing because it’s what everyone does and it seems like the dream – except for crazy eccentric types that wear hemp and travel to weird places and don’t have a fixed address.
It turns out I actually want to be that crazy eccentric type. I don’t want this suburban mum thing that I’ve got going on and I don’t think I ever did. It just happened. It’s like I woke up one day and thought: “how the fuck did I get here? And why the hell am I not in Peru?” I don’t want to wish away my kids. I plan on taking them on my crazy adventures – and the husband of course. Showing my kids the world is one of the best things about travel. But most importantly, there will be adventures. I need that. I want and need a life full of travel.
I would love to travel the world while home schooling my kids. Making our living on the road as we go. Sounds both awesome and terrifying. I don’t think I’m brave enough to do that. I just need more travel, more often and to keep moving. But to also have the security of a home base. But that home base needs to keep changing. And often. Too much to ask? Probably.
It definitely feels like time to move on again. This suburb has grown stale and I need new things to see and do. I desperately need a holiday and we had a huge New Zealand road trip planned for later this year but you know what they say about the best laid plans… This November, instead of bush-walking/tramping through Abel Tasman National Park, I will be pushing a new human out of myself. So plans have had to change. That New Zealand road trip will happen, just not while I’m in labour. Postponing our trip is fine but I do need something else, and soon.
I’m hoping a short holiday will help with the restlessness because these itchy feet are demanding some movement immediately. Sometimes a weekend away to somewhere new is all I need to recharge and help me get through the next few months of mundane daily life. We have a weekend trip planned for August and I am looking forward to that in a huge way. It’s just a local trip – a five hour drive to the edge of the state. But it will be awesome. There will be a cave tour and much driving and new places to see.
It’s only a month away. I am counting down the seconds.
Also… I really want to find my photos from Europe. Do you know where they are?