Clockwise from top left: 1. Planning the day; 2. Mysterious terrace house; 3. Piano busker in Bourke Street Mall (it was raining, so he brought his an umbrella––along with his piano!); 4. Capitol Arcade.
The traditional gift for a third wedding anniversary is leather. Although traditionally Mr Couture and I don't exchange gifts, choosing instead to share delicious food and spectacular wine under an indulgent ambiance––this time on the Wednesday night that our anniversary fell on.
There's something wonderfully outrageous about getting dressed up to have degustation on a Wednesday night, especially when I imagine everyone else going through their regular Wednesday night routine; doing as I normally would have: finishing work, going to gym, heading home for dinner and chores and finally plonking down in front of the telly for the evening.
Instead we were sipping old world wines, reminiscing and making plans for the future. Plans that involved a new leather lounge––it is the traditional gift after all.
I promised Mr Couture that I would tidy up this afternoon. Of course, to me, this meant sorting through and organising my yarn, sewing some buttons on a cardigan that I finished a couple of weeks ago, taking photos of some finished projects with my new camera, picking up a dropped stitch and just doing a 'few' rows to make sure everything was in order, and finishing off a fine pot of tea.
Coming first place on the footy tipping ladder for six weeks went straight to my head. Sadly, I couldn’t handle the pressure of success and have slid down a few spots. But this doesn’t stop me mouthing off before every round about making a comeback to take the glory of first place at the end of the season. Or making crazy bets with people when our teams play that my team will win.
My team did not win. And I am the loser of the cake bet.
In the office I was asking after a colleague who went into hospital unexpectedly for an operation. "I should knit her something..." I remarked without thinking in that off-handed way. "Yeah, she likes hats" was the reply.
A lady from work lost her husband recently. I could not express in words my sorrow for her loss and emptiness. I knitted her a shawl so she would know I was thinking of her and sent it with prayers of love and courage.
1. Somebody That I Used to Know (feat. Kimbra) – Gotye
2. Rolling In The Deep – Adele 3. Oh! Hark! – Lisa Mitchell 4. Shake It Out – Florence + the Machine 5. Black Sheep – Gin Wigmore 6. Wild Love – Gossling 7. Met Before – Chairlift 8. Rosebud – The Jezabels 9. Cloudbusting – Kate Bush 10. Breathe Me – Sia 11. Hold On – Angus & Julia Stone 12. Perfect World - Gossip 13. Creepin' In - Nora Jones (feat. Dolly Parton) 14. Central Reservation (William Orbit remix) – Beth Orton
Perfect for a cold rainy day, mum and seafood paella.
The spirit of ANZAC is often spoken of. In its purity it recognises the qualities of courage, mateship and sacrifice that were demonstrated at the Gallipoli landing. But to many it means so much more.
In 2001, I spent ANZAC day at Gallipoli. It was so moving, beautiful and so eerie – an experience I will never forget. Atatürk's beautiful tribute to the ANZACs stands proud at ANZAC Cove. It shows the grief and respect shown to all men of the battle.
Those heroes that shed their blood And lost their lives... You are now lying in the soil of a friendly country. Therefore, rest in peace. There is no difference between the Johnnies And the Mehmets to us where they lie side by side, Here in this country of ours. You, the mothers, who sent their sons from far away countries... Wipe away your tears. Your sons are now lying in our bosom And are in peace. After having lost their lives on this land, they have Become our sons as well.
M. Kemal Atatürk, 1934
Today I think of the service men and women and their families; their courage, sacrifice and pride. And I think of that ANZAC spirit.
In a time where every weekday morning I scoop my muesli into my mouth as if to break the world record for eating the fastest breakfast possible, I look forward to the more leisurely weekend meal of toast and a pot of tea.