A religious moment

by Cellobella on Thursday, March 17, 2011

The Cathedral

I don’t go into churches often, except on holiday where churches are part of the tourism circuit or, you know, for weddings or funerals, but today I popped into the Bunbury Cathedral.

The new Bunbury Cathedral.

The old one was rendered unsafe by a mini-tornado in 2005 and had to be demolished.

You don’t see brand new cathedrals all that often and as I was in Bunbury I thought I’d check it out.

Juniper art

Rather than traditional stained glass, the Bishop has gone for more modern techniques.

The art is courtesy of Robert Juniper, I say courtesy but I’m sure he was paid handsomely, and his signature is clearly on the artwork.

They were originally paintings which were photographed, blown up and the image inserted between panes of glass.

Much more cost effective – both initially and in terms of maintenance.

If a panel breaks you simply order another.

Alter

The alter piece is another Juniper piece depicting the resurrection.

This time the painting was transformed into a tapestry (made in some third world country).

Not a tyre

No signature evident here.

I did have to ask why there was a tyre in the bottom right corner didn’t I?

I guess I’ve seen too many tyres abandoned in the Australian outback.

It’s not a tyre of course, but the opening of the tomb.

My bad.

I thought it was rather a modern touch.

Ah well.

Impressive from the inside

Meantime that’s Juniper in the red shirt.

It must be quite an honour to have your work chosen.

I loved the Australian-ness of it.

Inside, the Cathedral feels quite modern.

The font looks a bit like a plunge bath for the disabled and the entry isn’t as awe-inspiring as the cathedrals of Italy because you don’t go directly into the hall churchy bit.

Going past the gift shop just doesn’t feel the same.

In summary I’m not sure how I feel about it.

Or even, if I’m allowed to have an opinion.

Well it’s my blog.

So.

Some bits I liked.

I liked the alter piece (despite the tyre tomb).

I quite liked the artwork – though I didn’t like the fact that Juniper’s signature was so obvious – it just seemed a bit wrong in a church – not sure why. (unless of course it was donated then… maybe?)

I didn’t like the font or the brickwork.

Both more Uniting Church than Catholic I thought.

I did like the view – very impressive from up on the hill.

As I write this I’m wondering if I’m more fuddy duddy than I thought.

Is it my experience of old churches that is dampening my reaction.

It’s just…

It’s just I wanted to be inspired and I wasn’t.

And it left me feeling a bit disappointed.

Sigh.

Maybe if I was Catholic I’d feel differently.

After all it was made for the congregation, not me.

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From the old Cathedral maybe?

Why I’m a good daughter

by Cellobella on Wednesday, March 16, 2011

This is what happens if the door is left ever so slightly open

Oh I know darlings!

Enough said right?

I mean I don’t even defrost my OWN fridge so what the hell am I doing, the floors strewn with towels, trying to dislodge the wedged in drawers of my parents’ fridge?

Good daughter things.

That’s what I’m doing.

Luckily it is quite warm so the fridge is defrosting quickly, I am after all only here in Dunsborough one night before heading back to Perth to catch my plane to Sydney on Friday - exciting club!

It’s very quiet.

Weird being here on my own.

I bought Indian takeaway (too much) and a few beers, although I’ve only drunk one (they were on special).

(Sure I hear you say… well they were $18 for 6, which is better than $6.50 for one – so what’s a girl to do)

And life feels pretty mellow.

A beer and a view of Geographe Bay

My first ever blog conference

by Cellobella on Tuesday, March 15, 2011 · 3 comments

wine and filing - a perfect combination

Flights – check

Hotel booking – check

Blog cards?  Um… not check

Blog cards were not on my radar for things to take to the Aussie Bloggers Conference in Sydney this weekend (OMG only a few days away!!) so when I read Tiff’s latest post I almost fell off my swivel chair.

What a good idea.

But I’m heading to Bunbury for two days for work and then I’m off to Sydney so when can I get blog cards made?!

Then I remembered a packet of business card printy thingys that I bought a hundred years ago.

Could I find them amongst all the bills and wine in my office/wine storage unit?

Of course I could.

But then…

What to write?

Do I just write my handle?  Or my real name? Or both?

Facebook profile?

Twitter?

When did life get so complicated??

At least I have got some new boots to wear and I hear the weather will be cool.

Loving the idea of rain.

What a novelty!

Update: Pretty much FAIL. Ah well. Who needs blog cards anyway – you know who I am.

Oh and if you want to see who is coming along to the conference on Saturday – check out the list below:

We are going! Are you?

Brenda at MummyTime The Mother Media
Veronica at Sleepless NightsVeronica FoaleVeronica does Food
Nicole at Planning with Kids
Tina at Tina Gray {dot} Me
Karen at Miscellaneous Mum
Kate at Picklebums
Caveat Calcei
Zoey at Good Goog
Sarah at Ah, the possibilities!
Woogsworld
Nellbe at Nellbe’s Gluten Free Kitchen
Marita at Stuff with Thing
Sam at Learn. Create. Do
Toushka at Ramblings from Toushka
Ally at Acting like a Mama
Bells at Bellsknits
The Not Drowning Mother (The NDM)
Cath at Squiggle Mum
Kim at Frog Ponds Rock
Tiff at My Three Ring Circus
Susan at Mummy Daze
Beth at Baby Mac
Mama K at Levis Genes
Lucy at Diminishing Lucy
Susan at Reading Upside Down
Meredith at Oh, the Thinks You Can Think
Corinne at A Day in the Life
Shae at Yay for Home
Yvette at Happy Child
Cooking with too much salt
Rebecca at Crazy Lady Ramblings
Nikki at Styling You
Christie at Childhood 101
Holly at Good Golly Miss Holly!
Bronnie at Maid In Australia
Belinda at Save Mum’s Sanity
Amanda at HomeAge
Sarah at Just Me
Frances at CoAstY’s Journal
Megan at Mothers Matter
Liss at Frills in The Hills
Michelle at Farmers Wifey
Marilyn at Live First, Write Later
Allison at Life In A Pink Fibro
Multiple Mum at And Then There Were Four
Bern at So Now What?
Naomi at Under The Yardarm
Kakka at Menopausal Mumma
Princess TrueLove at My Kid Is Too Funny
Fox In Flats
Mum/Toddler/Babe
Megan at Writing Out Loud
Naomi at Seven Cherubs
A Cajun Down Under
Kim at allconsuming
Sunny Side Up
Jacki at More Than A Mummy
Ann at Likes To Write
Lori at Random Ramblings of a SAHM
Jodie at Mummy Mayhem
River at Drifting Through Life
Aimee at The Best Boy in the Whole Wide World
Katrina at The Organised Housewife
Danimezza at Danimezza.com
Peskypixies at Peskypixie’s Blog
Ms Dovic at Small acts of kindness
Sarah at The Super Whites
Katie at Colour Me Katie
CelloBella at Redsultana
Melbourne Mumma
Anne at Forks In The Road
Bakchos at Blak and Black
Aspiring Millionaire
Dana at Hunter Organics
Michelle at Bump
Jen at Jemikaan
Dorothy at Singular Insanity
Louisa at Everything Is Edible
Cat at Wouldn’t It Be Loverly
Mumstrosity at Mumstrosity
Donna at Nappy Daze
Deb at Science @ Home
Melinda at Stop at the Kerb
Corrie at Retro Mummy
Relish, My Relish
Kimberley at Pop Couture
Candy at Candy’s Family
Suzanne at Quilt Sew Scrap
Sophie at Red Dust Love
Eden at Edenland
Catch The Kids
Inner Pickle
Julie at Natural Transition
DaniV at Health & Fitness Mum
Raising Ellyanna
Cristina Romeo
Alisi’s Mummy
Amanda at Calico and Co
SawHole
The best Of All Possible Worlds
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Carly at 

Improvising in the kitchen

by Cellobella on Monday, March 14, 2011 · 4 comments

Essential oil burner

I came home from work today, opened the door and was transported to the outer suburbs olfactorally speaking.

To the tip to be precise… which may or may not be in the outer suburbs… I haven’t been there… that’s what rates are for.

The kitchen bin REALLY needed emptying.

But not onto the floor which is what happened when Groover pulled the plastic bag out of the shiny stainless steel bin and trying to stop the small drips from a hole in said bag managed to tip it over the floor.

Then the house really started to reek.

A shame as we’d done quite a good job in cleaning the house over the weekend.

Apart, obviously, from actually emptying all the bins.

Anyhoo we needed DRASTIC odour manipulation but an essential oil atomiser was not to be found.

Fear not, says Groover, and he quickly rigged up the above home atomising kit.

Now our house smells of lavender.

Ahhh.

Later it was Dippity’s turn to do the washing up.

She likes to dress for the occasion.

My little maid

Aw.  Cute.

(she did a good job too)

Don’t say we never get anything done…

by Cellobella on Thursday, March 10, 2011 · 1 comment

Back in 2008, this happened.

Remember this back in 2008?

Now you might not remember it (so go to the link to refresh your memory), but our solution at the time was to board it up with a bit of plywood.

An unsightly solution to be sure.

It’s not as if we didn’t know the frames were rotten.  In 2005 when we had the house repainted the painters had refused to waste good paint on clearly rotten wood.

We did nothing.

Then the door broke.

We moved our beer fridge to in front of the window for added security, and handy access to beer and wine.  And it was handy.

Over the next two and three quarter years we said to eachother often: “We really must get that door fixed.” and “If we were ever to sell, we’d need to get that door fixed.”

We hardly ever go out the back so we really didn’t notice it too much – except from the other side when getting beer and wine.

This year though it was hot.

Damn hot.

And we spent a lot more time in the pool.

In particular, Groover spent time outside. (a rare event)

One day last week, while swimming, he looked up and noticed that the bit of plyboard that had been nailed in again a few times by now, had come off again.

This time the nails fell out of the rotton wood.

He got quotes.

And today the door is in.

Don’t it look pretty?

The new doors from the outside

 Okay the wood has to be sealed somehow.

Suggestions?

Apart from “don’t take another three years to seal the wood!”

I’m thinking a clear varnish myself.

The new doors from the inside.

I can’t believe it took us so long.

They look so good.

They feel so secure.

And so… not-rotten.

Yay Groover!  …and Nick from DoorSTOP.

Only thing is… where are we going to put the beer fridge?

How to save water

by Cellobella on Wednesday, March 9, 2011 · 1 comment

Congratulations, our water bill said, your water use is below average for your suburb.

Our water bill

Our water bill

Which would be saying something if we didn’t live in the suburb with one of the highest water usages in Perth.

So I guess you want to know how we saved so much water?

What the secret is to our success?

How we managed to go from 312,000L to just 170,000L?

With a pool.

By the way, the target set by the water corporation is to save 60L per person per day – which in our household of four would come to around 50,000L – give or take a few thou.

We saved 142,000L, nearly three times the goal.

Well, how did we do it?

The simple answer?

Here’s a clue.

Poor sad garden

Yes that’s right folks, we didn’t water our garden.

Green is over-rated don’t you think?

The lawnmower man has asked if he can check our reticulation.

Because, and this is the other bonus of not watering… your lawn doesn’t grow!

So you also save on lawn mowing costs.

Win win.

It must be said, the garden is looking a bit bleak…

On the other hand, this summer it’s been too hot to sit outside anyway.

Win win win.

Of course the cost of water has nearly doubled so unfortunately our bill is nearly the same (slightly cheaper).

Oh well, you can’t win them all.

A story from my first trip to Bali

by Cellobella on Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Cocktails at the swim up bar - deluxe

Ah back in the day when I thought flouro pink was an acceptable colour to wear on your head (in the early 1990s) Groover and I went to Bali.

White water rafting

We went white water rafting in Ubud and banana boating off Nusa Dua.

Monkey forest

We went to the Holy Monkey Forest and suffered Bali Belly – at the same time.

Yes that was a fun trip.

We bought fringed leather jackets that we never wore.

We bargained for copy watches that we didn’t want to see who was the better haggler (I was).

Groover dived into the swimming pool, banged his head and had a huge egg on his head for days.

It was my first ever overseas holiday with a boy.

Sculptures by the sea 2011

by Cellobella on Monday, March 7, 2011 · 1 comment

red boy

This sculpture was tall… an oversized bright red boy. I liked this one. I would have liked to have seen it in a more prominent position.

Cottesloe Beach

This is the view from the end of the groin back at the beach, now sadly eroded. Usually the beach hangs around until winter… but it has been an unusual summer.

At the end of the groin (excuse the pun)

And this is what was on the end of the groin.

From the other direction

Quite a striking figure but one wonders if better placed at Swanborne…

The kiss (at least that's what I call it)

Loved this one.

Intimacy laughed at

This is one of a series of three – one with a straight face, one smiling and this one laughing.

Talk to the hand(s)

This was a whole bunch of hands on sticks.

Boy and camels

Solid reflections

Loved this one – I think it was a Danish artist.

Her cup overflowth

This was my favourite. She/it is so sexy. I believe another version of this was at Bondi a few years ago.

Man in boat

This one was also sweet. And yes there is water in the boat.

Sand shoes

And you’ve got to have whimsy.

All in all, another enjoyable exhibition. I would like to see another floating sculpture… they are always fun.

Oh and we downloaded Russ and Pete’s podcast which was an interesting take.

Hair stylist

by Cellobella on Saturday, March 5, 2011 · 3 comments

So it’s nine o’clock on a Saturday morning.

I feel runover.

Not from excessive partying… We went out to the new state theatre last night and a civilised affair it was too.

And even though yes, I did indulge in a mojito in the late afternoon with Ali… She of the sculpture, I stopped at one.

(In fact we walked out without paying… Realised on the train going to Northbridge… Rang and apologised… Because hey, the guy made a great cocktail and we want to go back again.   Havana has become our regular. He was very nice about it btw.)

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So, not feeling tired because of the cocktail…

I hate having my hair done when I look crap.

Hours of staring in the mirror looking at the bags under my eyes.

At least they serve decent coffee.

It is the western suburbs darling.

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Sitting next to me is a rather dishy fellow. Whose conversation I eavesdrop on while I’m waiting for the dye to process.

Very cute.

Shame I’m not looking my best.

He has a lovely deep voice which is hard to hear over the hair dryers.

He makes eye contact with me as we listen to our cute blonde stylist chatting.  Yes we share a stylist. He is getting his hair cut while my hair dye does it’s funky wild grey covering thing.

He is very cute actually.

Business has something to do with South Africa.

Ah well.

Do you read the magazines at the hairdressers?

It’s about the only time I read fashion mags.

Today’s selection is Madison and Vogue.

I don’t bother opening them.

The stylist goes to get the clippers and he says… Must be boring waiting…

Yes.

He has a cute smile and knows it.

We chat for about two minutes as she tidies up his sideburns and then he takes off his gown and goes.

Hmmm tats.

But looking pretty pumped in his thin white tee.

Not my type.

Ah time for the hair wash.

My favourite bit is when they massage your scalp.

Niiiiice.

Cutting time.

The worst bit is after she dries it off she chops into it to thin it out a bit. Apparently I have very thick hair.

Ouch ouch ouch.

Still at least that means it’s nearly over for another six weeks.

So  what’s left for the day… Grocery shopping, dress sale, and the writers festival.

And that’s enough to be getting on with.

Through the glass

by Cellobella on Thursday, March 3, 2011

So much grafitti

The late afternoon sun came through the graffiti on the way home yesterday and I really noticed it.

This morning, as I write this on my way to work the glass is gleaming and clear.

The clear glass

What a  difference.

It makes me wonder whether they put some sort of covering on the glass that they can replace occasionally to bring the windows… excuse the pun… up to scratch.

And if not, maybe that would be a solution to a problem all those security guards and cameras don’t seem to be able to solve.

What do they do in Washington DC? They would have the best kept metro I’ve been on.