The art of beautification

As a woman in today’s genteel society, one must work hard to ensure that one’s feminine wiles are fully engaged and maximised. By this means, a lady may capture and keep the attention of her betroved, whilst also setting a high standard as a role model for other up and coming girls. To this very end, the three ladies of the Q family sojourned in the morn at the very fashionable beauty salon to have their nails painted.

Once considered most unbecoming and the sign of a tainted lady, the painting of the nails is now quite acceptable and is indeed a pursuit undertaken by the most regal within society. Without question, the many hues of pink or the hint of glazes upon the fingertips will no longer raise eyebrows, but rather stamp upon the observer the strong impression of style and well being.

It was with such intent in mind the three ladies did submit to shaping and buffing and colouring of their nails, with the youngest Miss Q. selecting the softest of pinks and the older a bold royal purple shade. Mrs. Q was by far the most adventurous with her choice of a strikingly dark aubergine on her toes.

It was only right that the time directly after their beautification should be engaged with a promenade about the township, with an extra special journey to the Donut shop. All three ladies were very happy to return home after what they strongly believed to be a most productive morning.

Family affairs

It was while they were up north that the small family of three were unexpectedly confronted with a visit with the ‘travelers’, a part of the extended clan that were usually discussed in hush tones in quiet corners, the scandalous behaviour of this kin creating great amusement in their restrained society.

The ‘travelers’ were blood kin to Mrs Q. through a waywaid aunt, and while she enjoyed glorious memories of childhood romps with her cousins, the prospect of meeting as adults was almost too overwhelming. As members of mature society, Mrs Q. and her cousin had indeed chosen greatly varied paths in life. Mrs. Q saw herself much a part of genteel society, raising her daughters through good education with a high focus on the mores of the day. Yet it is a most usual part of genteel society to look downwards on others of perhaps less fortunate circumstance, perceiving it as a slight stain on the family name.

Mrs S., her cousin, had entered mature society very early, after a somewhat disgraceful elopement with Mr S. in a fashion very similar to Mrs. Lydia Bennet Wickham of Meryton. The disgrace to the family was keenly felt, but the family hastened to smile and pretend nothing was askance, with the hope the marriage would smother all gossip through their society.

It was now a good twenty-five years on and the S. clan had generously increased, with five children and their partners and five grandchildren to add. The family would have enjoyed a most reputable name but had taken on a roaming lifestyle, traveling as a gypsy clan of fifteen, with the ever positive Mr S. seeking work along the way. Perhaps the most alarming aspect was that their abodes were not the manors, country houses or cottages to which genteel society was most used to, but were caravans on wheels and canvas tents. The family S would travel from county to county, setting up home wherever required and turning a eager attitude to whatever work was available to hand.

Upon re-acquaintance with Mrs S., Mrs Q. was dutifully shamed to the awkward realisation that her own ownership of snobbery was of far greater shame than the perceived disgrace of a roaming lifestyle. The re-acquaintance was such a delightful affair, ending with many promises of future visitations and the declaration it should not take another twenty five years to occur.

The burden of correspondence

Correspondence is a most usual part of a lady’s day as it is the means to which she can maintain her acquaintances, ensure she is a part of the conversations following through her community and she can keep a health check on the ebbs and flows of the goings-on. Poor Mrs Q. felt so exceedingly badly as her correspondence was tremendously behind.

She had so much to share about their journeying northwards and yet there were just too many difficulties and obstacles placed in her way to attend to her letter writing. This is not to say the obstacles were unpleasant for indeed they were delightful. Morning teas with an ever-changing variety of guests who, upon learning the southern kin had arrived in the region, descended full of conversation and news. Lunching picnics with traveling to day baths or the manors of distant cousins, to leisurely chat, watching the children mix gaily with each other, bonding over the flora and fauna. And nights were by no means restful either with balls especially gathered to honour their visitation, or banquets – again with an ever shifting tide of acquaintances seeking an audience.

Mrs Q. was usually a diligent correspondent when she had promised to write, and her shame was increased by her knowledge of all the wonderful news she had to share. It was just so increasingly difficult to find the time to put pen to  paper, or in this instance to tap out a blog. She promised herself she would address this disgraceful neglect but posting two letters in the same day. ‘That will do it’, she murmured to herself, ‘even if I must stay awake half the night’.

Journeying northwards

The smallish family had decided to venture north to visit a while with family. The decision having been made to undertake the journey, the three ladies (one of mature age and the other two much younger) packed their dearest possessions and bid a fond farewell to the man of the house. Expecting an arduous journey, they were still high spirits that early morn. The youngest of the three, a maiden only eleven ‘but almost twelve’ as she most often declared, burst forth with frequent banter raising questions to no one in particular relating to her high expectations.

Miss Q, the older daughter, mostly readily disregarded the constant chatter from her younger sister, having many seasons of experience behind in this matter. Her own mind dwelt upon the opportunities to be presented by exposure to the fashions, styles and wanton interests of the northern set. The wondrous possibility of returning home, clothed in the fashion attire that was not yet available to her southern sisters and friends was all too delightful. One cannot say her desires were at all honourable as they were driven by an appetite to outclass the neighbourhood, but we shouldn’t consider her too malicious as her need was the usual held by most girls of her age.

The mother was lost in her own thoughts of family long not seen, memories of old and of greatest importance a long overdue vacation from the bustle of running the household manor. Oh to be a guest with others to wait upon your needs and nothing more to tax the mind that the choice of recreational interests for the day. The journey could not be short enough at all.

 

At the eleventh hour

It is the eleventh hour of the twelfth day of christmas, and I have no idea of what I should write about for the last post of the #blog12daysxmas challenge.

My mind is a blank. This could be the result of 3 nights of bad sleep plus 3 very full days back at work. In my new role I seem to spend most of my day in meetings / discussions / impromptu catch-ups, which I suppose is what happens when you manage 3 teams. This is fine, but by the end of three days I feel the need to stare at a blank wall as I cannot really take much more in.

Staring at a blank post is deeply unsettling. This is generally why I don’t regularly update my blog as I am sure I would crumble under the pressure of the blank screen and nothing to say.

As I am doing right now….

Twins: twice the fun?

A girlfriend in Adelaide has recently (late October) given birth to identical twin daughters. Her first born had just turned 3, so she now has 3 girls under 4 which makes for a lovely family unit – but, wow! What a lot of work.

We converse sporadically through FB and email, and recently I received a lovely newsletter-y update with photos. I was actually surprised she was even up to hitting FB as I didn’t think she would have either the energy or mental strength to do this. This is nothing against my girlfriend. I just remember the drain of the first few months when Kid2 arrived. The age gap between Kid1 and Kid2 is just under 3 years, and I remember very clearly how tired and stretched I was. I can only imagine my girlfriend’s current journey with sleepless nights, endless feeding and a 3yo who wants you to play but doesn’t have the capacity to understand why you are just not free to address their every need.

For the parents of twins there always seems to be one of two responses: either ‘how lovely, twice the fun’ or ‘OMG twice the work’. As a twin, I see the other side – the responses are usually ‘how wonderful to have a twin – you must be best friends’, or ‘so you have to share everything?’

I briefly caught a show the other night (not on ABC1 but on cable) on identical twins which focussed on adult twins and how they managed their ‘twin-ness’. One set of identical males twins had even married another set of identical twins. The troubles started when one of the marriages failed, as for both these pairs their strongest loyalty was to their own twin – not their spouse. Another set of twins were single women, probably early 40s, who did everything together - they didn’t seem to have progressed much past the childhood relationship and were complete dependent upon each other.

Often with twins there is also the question of ‘twin-abilities’ – those special abilities, such as reading each other’s mind, finishing each other’s sentences, sensing when the other is in pain or distressed. It always seems to be identical twins that have these skills.

My sister and I are non-identical (or fraternal) twins. We do not even look much like sisters. She is slender, tall(er), fair and blue-eyed, while I am rounded, shorter (by about 10cm), dark brunette and brown-eyed. She is very much like my mother - the resemblance has increased with age, while I take after my father.

We do not have any twin-abilities. At times I am sure we do not even speak the same language or live on the same planet. I love my sister but in no way would anyone, even those who know both of us, accuse us of being alike or confuse one for the other. For both of us, living in different states has provided us relative freedom from comparison and, to be honest, the constant judgement twins can impose upon each other.

Yet by mother’s reckoning, as wee bubs (6 weeks of age) we simultaneously refused our dummies and took to sucking our fingers – matching fingers but opposite hands. For me it was the middle & ring finger on the right hand, for her the same on the left. An odd choice of sucking implements to begin with – but how coincidental that we both did this the same day. Perhaps at one stage there was that link.

When I think of my girlfriend’s little babies I wonder whether they will have ‘twin-abilities’? Will they be friends? or frenemies? Will they love the comparison or hate it? Will they be very separate individuals, or two sides of the same coin?

The twin thing can be very over-rated, but I wish the two babes the happiest and healthiest of lives. For their mum I wish that a good night’s sleep is not too far away.

A day of treats

Though today was my first back at work, it has been a day of treats. The first was when I got home, a bit tired and bothered, to find our new furniture for our new room had arrived.

And it looks wonderful – we are so happy with our choices.

Only drawback is MotH is now questioning the size of the TV. I plan to derail his grand plans for some time as this TV is only 7 months old. It was bought at the size it is to fit the old TV unit, and I don’t really see a problem with it (except that when I took this photo there was indeed a smurf on the screen).

The second treat was that my #secretsanta present arrived: a beautiful pen masquerading as a lipstick with a gorgeous little notepad.

Both have joined the turmoil inside my handbag. The notepad has a wonderful branding on the back: ‘Purse pads for women on the go! … the perfect gift, the right dose of attitude’. I feel this captures me beautifully.

I missed the #secretsanta thing last year (meaning 2010-2011) so was excited to be a part of it this time. I so enjoy my twitter friends, both those I have met IRL and those I am perhaps unlikely to meet but can converse with online.

Two lovely things to end my day (besides my lovely family, of course).

Lazy daze

‘Tis the last day of my holidays and I’m back to work tomorrow, so the aim of today has been relaxation.

My movements today have limited, but it is near 40 degrees outside - so what the hey. I ventured out very briefly to fulfil the desires of my daughters – this should win me Mother-of-the-year award (and it’s only January 2)!

Kid1 and Kid2 have been taking turns soaking in the cool balm of their new wading pool. Designed for 3 year olds, my 11yo and 14yo are proving there are no age restrictions to water fun.

I have removed clothes from the clothesline – the beauty of this weather is quick drying laundry, painted my nails (fingers & toes) and finished The Magician’s Nephew. I have to admit here that I have never read the Narnia series beyond The Lion, the witch and the wardrobe, so this is my first line up of books for the year. I contemplated buying them as ebooks, but do want my children to read them so will need to buy the paper versions.

Tonight, after doing the dishes, I will play a game with the kids (probably Cluedo) while I fold clothes. It’s been generally a slow day, spent in a lazy daze. Lovely.

Reflection & resolutions?

Today is the day for reflection on 2011, with perhaps some resolutions for 2012. I sought back to what I had written last New Years’ Day, and found 1) that I said I didn’t make resolutions (doh) and 2) my predictions for what would occur in 2011 were unfortunately spot on.

I had predicted that I would need to find a new job as mine was due to expire in June, September or December. It expired in July. Mid 2011, during #blogeverydayof june, I was contemplating what I wanted to do next. As it was, I fell into a ‘created’ job at MPOW which was reasonably unsatisfying. This is not to knock the team I was working with as they are fabulous people, but I do not cope with piecemeal work and no long term objectives. An opportunity came my way in October/November when a temp0rary Senior Management position was advertised. I was very fortunate to land this job and am absolutely loving it! This has come as a huge surprise to me, as I thought I would like it and it would buy me some time (which it has) but I am truly enjoying going to work now. What this has made me realise is that I hadn’t being enjoying going to work for most of previous 6 – 9 months.

Of course the job is temporary – till September 2012. Continuation in the role is not in my control either, as the role is the result of the domino effect of an ‘acting’ position elsewhere. However it has opened up opportunities as this is a management position and I really didn’t think I would ‘manage’ again, having been previously burnt in ‘management’ positions. I have only had 4 weeks in the role so things may change – but I welcome the challenge and shall enjoy all it throws my way, and I choose not to worry about September until about July.

In last year’s blog I also mentioned my brother, who at that time had lost the use of his legs to MND and was beginning to lose the use of his arms as well. MND can strike fast, and Geoff lost his fight in October, on my mother’s birthday. It is still hard to type all this and I already have tears in my eyes and a huge lump in my throat. The tremendous loss I feel comes in waves. I am just relieved that he is no longer struggling with the frustration and pain of the disease, and that we all had our opportunities to talk with Geoff and let him know that he was loved. Not everyone gets that chance.

I had ended my blog stating that while there ‘no landmark decisions to change my behaviour, … in tackling the above my behaviour may indeed alter’. I am not sure if this has happened. I am not one for deep introspection, I am one who acts.

For 2012, I will continue to act: to ensure my happy family stays happy, to ensure I am productive in my working life and to ensure my friendships and relationships are based on a reasonable dose of honest and bucket loads of goodwill. I think if I can do that I’m doing OK.

[On a humourous side note, my sister had made 2011 the year of 'living honestly'. 2012 for her is now about 'building bridges' to undo some of the damage 'living honestly' has wreaked. So I think a 'reasonable dose of honesty' is the safer way to go. Sometimes the little white lies are not soul damaging but a smoother path to maintaining relationships.]

Racing the clock

Well it’s getting very close to midnight so I’m racing the clock to get this post in today.

We’ve had a very busy New Year’s Eve. I started by visiting two stores – the 1st to purchase a replacement couch cover for the one that was damaged, and the 2nd to return said cover. I scored on that one as the first store only charged $10 for the $100 item out of pure laziness, and perhaps a touch of stupidity. So both covers are now on.

MotH and I then went furniture shopping for a new coffee table and TV unit. We started one, quickly moved to another – where we were truly horrified at the prices. Incredible mark-ups to make up for their ‘interest-free’ deals. So on to shop three and we scored again – both coffee table and TV unit for $600. They’ll be delivered Tuesday.

Tonight was dinner in the CBD at our fav Chinese restaurant, with lots of over-eating. This was followed by a walk to the Yarra to watch the family fireworks. The fireworks were unfortunately underwhelming. Having secured a fabulous position in Birrarung Marr, the fireworks exploded over the MCG – truly a bummer. We could watch, but the real effects were lost by the distance.

We are now home awaiting the new year – ready to watch the Sydney/Melbourne fireworks on TV.

Night all – & I hope next year is good to you.