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It's what Joel calls me.  Not actually because it's any derivative of my name or because of the flower either.  He actually calls me Poppy because he has shortened it from Poppet - which we're all glad about!  And why did he call me Poppet?  Because when we were dating we watched the first Pirates of the Caribbean movie more times than I can remember and Poppet is what the pirates called Kiera Knightly's character.  I can live being compared to her.  

Convoluted? Yes.  Unconnected to anything else?  Of course.  

Aren't most pet names a little quirky and generally only appreciated by the people that use them?

Since Poppy is a flower and I know he loves me - I'm ok with that.

What obscure things do you get called by your loved ones?  Where on earth does it come from?!

Cheers to you too!

Here's to a whole new year of being you and being different and growing (not hair though) and loving it and being loved.

Happy Birthday for Sunday Adrian!  Thanks for celebrating it a bit on Thursday so we could share!  Mmmm - So good at the Kentish.

More photo's for you soon.  Promise.

Turns out - I can


A few days ago a friend was reading a computer magazine and saw a an image like this one.  He showed it to me and said "can you do this?".  Of course I said I could - even though I never had.  What kind of wimp would I be if I just said no?

Today I figured I should give it a go.  No worries mate!  It took me about 45 minutes in total from finding an image I wanted to edit (the girl jumping - already in my stock files) and the image of the hand (thanks stock.xchng) and the polaroid brush (hooray for deviant art!) to putting it all together and emailing it off to prove I wasn't lying.

Done!

What do you think?

Time for a change

After a few fiery discussions and a survey the advertisement for a replacement Youth Worker has gone out into the world today.

Oh yeah!

Please pray that the right person applies and that as they begin in this position they are blessed, encouraged, helped, welcomed and appreciated.

On the other hand - I only have 12 more days of work!

Losing it

Had a little mishap today.  Was out shopping for a BBQ, not for us, and was taking a break with a friend on the outdoor lounges so I put my handbag down.  It was quite a long break because apparently you can look at BBQ's for a while (at least he bought one).  By the time we stood up to leave I'd forgotten I had even bought my bag with.  

10 minutes later I remembered.

When I went back it was gone.  You can imagine how my heart stopped.  My phone, wallet, lip balm, and house keys were in there - all the important stuff!  Then I remembered that Joel had sat with us for a few minutes and thought he might have picked it up for me when we left the seats.  He does that sometimes - to help me out.

Only I couldn't see him in the whole store now.  He's pretty tall so he stands out above the BBQ's and he wasn't there and couldn't call him because my phone was in my bag which was missing....

I headed to the front doors to see if he was standing outside waiting for me and as I walked past the front counter I heard "Rachel Cramer!  Is there a Rachel Cramer here?"  

"YESSSS!!! MEEEE!!  I'm her! I'm Rachel!"

A lady had picked it up and handed it in.  Thank you!  A thousand times, thank you.

The whole thing lasted about 5 minutes at the most but reminded me again to try and keep my head screwed on right.  On Tuesday it was my phone.  Today my whole bag and in a less safe place too.  What next???

Desk

I love this simple desk and think I might try to find one similar for my new art room. You can check out the rest of this interesting house in its House Tour on Apartment Therapy.

There are so, so many lovely things in these peoples homes! I'm enjoying looking through their tours and seeing ways I can make our new house Our House. A desk is a good place to start though - where will I put my imac otherwise?!

Funia

Just putting it out there for the whole world to see - I have a new profile picture!

(Try PhotoFunia for some, ah, photo fun!)

It was where?

Things are starting to get a little crazy around here: the farewell parties have started and we've begun to say 'we'll have to do {something we love to do/always wanted to do} before we go'.  And the first of the removal companies are coming today to give us a quote on shifting all our stuff.

If all things go to the current plan we'll be sleeping in our new house for the night in 5 weeks today.  

In the meantime I have to keep my head together.  You'd think that would come fairly easy for someone who likes to be as organised as I do but what usually happens is the more organised and focussed I am about one, or 5, things the more spaced out I get about every single other thing.  I was reminded of this last night when, after looking for quite some time, Joel finally found my phone lying in the grass outside in the common area of our town houses at about 10:30pm.  I'd just never picked it up and for 5 hours I hadn't even thought about it. 

Here's hoping I don't forget anything major in the next few weeks.

A pair reunited

After a two week wait I have both of my new Birkenstock sandals.  For a small fee I was able to have a little extra lift put into my right shoe so I don't get a sore hip.  You'd never know - but I will feel the difference.

My very astute, shoe loving, not quite 2 year old friend said when I walked into her house this afternoon, "Oh! New shoes!"  Thanks for noticing Zaylia!  She then had to try them on but did decide they look better on me and I'm allowed to keep wearing them now - which is great because hey are completely comfortable and well the worth the wait.

Yes, I did line them up and take photo's of them.  Why not?!

A Good Dress, These Days, is Hard to Find

Who - I ask you - is buying the clothes in the shops? And who - tell me honestly - is genuinely happy with a) the styles, b) their purchases and c) the experience? Not me!

I completely understand that there are people in the world who can walk in to a shop, see something they like, find it in their size, try it on and be thrilled enough to buy it. Both of my sisters come to mind here. What I think the designers, manufacturers, and researchers fail to understand is that my sisters do not comprise the entire population.

Let's imagine for a moment that the women in my family represent the women of the world. That's 4 of us (it makes for easy maths). 2 of us can easily buy clothes (funds and preference notwithstanding. If they wanted to they could walk into any shop and buy clothes that fit and look nice. The other 2 of us have to hunt. And hunt. And fight back tears as item after item is too tight, too short, too plunging, too revealing, too inappropriate and just plain awful on someone with the 'wrong' shape.

That's half the women in the world (my family) who are frustrated with the mainstream clothing industry. How mainstream is it really if half the women can't ride the fashion current? Half the women can't even get in the boat!

I want something pretty to wear to Joel's Ordination. Heck - I'd just like something pretty to wear - anywhere. And instead of it being a pleasant experience of celebrating my healthy, womanly shape I have to do battle with myself and with with the messages that I am presented with - the 'you are normal if you are tiny and abnormal if you're not' message.

It makes me mad.

It's not true.

Women come in all shapes and sizes. Maybe some women should, for health reasons, be a bit smaller. And maybe for the same reasons some could be a bit bigger. But why oh why should women have to carve and shape and beat their bodies to fit into piece of fabric that was shaped by someone who clearly hasn't seen an actual women in years. Clothes should be made to fit more than one body type/size/shape.

Hear me, oh mighty clothing manufactuer, you are going to go bust and bum up you if don't start thinking about the former and the latter in a realistic way. Women are smarter and have more selfrespect than to put themselves through shopping for things that will never look good. We're all going to learn to sew and make our own things. Or we'll find someone who can do it for us - and you - giant, mass producing, thoughtless machine, will lose.

I can only hope.

Anyone know where I can get a good dress?

Note: Both Jes and Han have problems with the LENGTH of clothes. Too long for Jes and too short for Han.