Wet Sunday

I have had a fantabulous weekend.

It started on Friday evening when I came home from work and was very organised.  Did lots of laundry, tidied up and worked out what was going to have to happen to allow me free time on Sunday so that I could go on the studio.

On the Saturday morning I continued with my busy household activities before taking my son to the hairdressers to get his six weekly hair cut.

My husband thinks it is a bit lame that S goes to the hairdressers to get a hair cut but everyone knows that only old blokes go the the Barber.....my son likes to remind K of that.

Son of mine went through a phase where he had the worst hair style.  It was kind of heavy and fringy and flopped across his face.  The fringe was so weighty that he seemed to have a permanently tilted head to enable him to see where he was going (fringe being long over his eyes).   He was always pfaffing around with it.  Fiddling in front of the mirror for ages before heading off to school.  Plus he would not go outside if it was windy because it messed his hair up.  Honestly, even I have never had such a fiddly hair do.

Anyway, earlier this year he had school photos taken.  A few weeks later he came home with the photos and his hair looked hilarious.  His fringe looked like a big flippy slide.  I took the photos out and looked at them for a good ten seconds in astonishment.

"Do you mind if I don't stick that photo on the wall," I said to him laughing out aloud.  

"I know. Isn't it crap. I don't know what happened," he told me.

"Don't worry, I still love you. I'm your mother," I told him.

A couple of weeks later when he went to the hairdressers he had his hair cut short.  Well, a bit longer than short.  You can see his face and he looked so much better.  He decided then and there that a Justin Beiber type of hair do was just too naff for him.

I know I was not the only one who thought the photo was bad.  The other week we had Parent Teacher night and we met his art teacher.  She loves S.  Thinks he is a natural artist and very creative minded.  Then she mentioned his school photo, how awful it was and that it was nice to see him with a decent hair cut.

Even teenagers can have bad hair days.

So, yesterday he gets his hair cut and we go home.  Then K and I drive to some far away suburb to pick up something I had bought on Ebay.  It was a shadow box for the studio.  I have so much tat to put on it and did that today.  My little memory shelf number two.

In the late afternoon I caught up with two girls from the Oxfam team and we went for a big walk.  Not a training walk, just a lovely long walk.  I picked them up and drove down to the beach.  We walked about 10km's along the beach path and then had the most delicious meal at a great fish and chip shop called Hunky Dory.  It was the best meal.  They allow for people who like healthy cooking and offer chargrilled seafood, brown rice and salads without oily dressing.  It was delicious and extra delicious because I was famished after the walk.

Then we headed back to the car.  On the way it had been very wild, windy and chilly but the way back was fairly settled and the rain held off.  We stopped and have coffee at a little Italian cafe and sat outside feeling all warm in our coats and scarves.  The walk home only took an hour and a half so we felt pleased that we had lost none of our training fitness.

As we said goodbye we decided that we would do this walk weekly as long as the weather was okay.

Today was Mothers' Day and I enjoyed myself.  S bought me a bottle of perfume.  Lovely Chanel no 5 which has such a beautiful scent.  He also gave me a voucher to The Body Shop.  It was very thoughtful and much appreciated.

I then went into the studio and tidied it up.  Rearranged a few things.  Did a few little drawings.  Benny came in, sniffed things, chewed paper, did more sniffing, went outside and then came back inside.  After more sniffing, chewing and other doggy things he had a sleep while I did some ink work.

After a while I went inside and made some soup.  Then baked a lot of biscuits.

It was such a nice weekend.  I think it was because I made a very deliberate effort to pace myself and achieve what I wanted to.

I did also see the therapist on Thursday afternoon (after a few months break) but that is another post.

Now tonight I am just chillin'.

Ciao
LC