365 Days of Salad

Part of the aPPLe “personal strategy for twenty ten” is most definately to eat for health, love and life. You see, I have a history of knowing about healthy eating, of knowing about how to cook beautiful food and of knowing that it will make me feel good in so many ways if I could just get it together. You just need to take a look at my library to see where my passions lie [cooking, knitting, colour, wine, interiors, & kids classics]. In my life, knowing and doing are two very disparate terms, one does not easily follow the other. But this coming year I am hoping that I can take the thinking about it, slice it, dice it, fry it, bake it and serve it up as a daily deleve into gourmet goodness. So I have come up with this idea … healthy guidelines suggest 5 serves of vegetables and 2 of fruit each day – upon reflection over the past week I’m lucky to reach those targets in a bloody week! So my idea is to indulge in a cool, funky, sometimes complicated, sometimes simple salad each and everyday for the next year. No handful of leaves with a splash of dressing here my friends, we are talking salads constructed with love. And I was thinking that I would post each day my inspiration for the daily salad – starting tomorrow. Why wait for 2010 when I have a perfect “clean page” start tomorrow – it’s Monday after all. aPPLe


[un]Happy Kingdom of Fluffville …

What a crapo day. Brain not functioning, the emotional balance mechanisms and the rational circuits are mis-firing today and it is not a happy kingdom here in Fluffville. You see, there is a hole of uncretainty .. and I am in it up to my eyeballs – not quite able to peek out. Here’s the thing … there’s this thing going on that is causing me all types of internal grief and is making my flip out … and I can’t tell anyone about it. It’s one of those things that is going to go one of two ways .. be nothing at all, just silly little ravings of a strange random fluffer OR it’s BIG … big big big. My insides are leaning to big, but I have to wait and ride out the turmoil. Easier said than done, just ask my husband who bares the brunt [great word] of my frustration as I am probably the least paitent person in say THE ENTIRE WORLD.

On a lighter note, I did some knitting today … lace knitting, not as difficult as people may think, just not something you can do whilst watching Nemo with one eye, responding to Nemo questions and counting … but I did get one row complete. Having some TV downtime now so hopefully will crack a couple more rows in between tea and chocolate and a good nights sleep. aPPLe

More on notebooks

Twelve hits on the blog today. And here I was thinking it was me, Little Fire and my husband when he remembered in an effort to understand me. But nay, there are more of you – it’s probably the reference to my optimistic notebook strategy to free myself from manic chaos just to fill it with a new structured chaos [is that even possible??] that has you all interested. Or maybe its just me and Little Fire re-reading such fine literature!

The real issue though is if its ok to ask “Santa” for organisational reference books for Christmas … “Nooo, don’t worry about that gorgeous sunshine yellow frock – just let me at those funky organising books! PLEASE!” Whoa .. hold on there, did someone say sunshine yellow dress??? Hmmmm colour me happy AND then let me read about organising mania. AND please can someone tell santa that a new notebook is probably one of the best ideas he has ever had.

And part from that, I’ve got nothing … sometimes I have lots and no time to write, today I have time and nothing going on in my head … except that tomorrow is another day, my marketing campaign continues to be tweaked by the minute, i wonder if my russian fudge set? and I wish I could find Little Fire’s blog … sorry babe do I have to log in?? Call me and talk me through it .. aPPLe x

Clean pages of optimism

The snow is very therapaudic isn’t it? What a fine bloody mess today was. I can’t wait for the year to be OVER. It’s been great and I have done some great things, but I just get sooooo tired by the end and need that “punch” of fireworks and big clocks around the world to tick over to the next year and wipe the slate clean. Like when you get that new notebook … hmmmmm … pristine, white pages, no dints in the cover, no dog-earred corners. You plan how it’s going to be used – “I’m going to date every page, index each page to align with my goals and projects, only use black ink, cross reference my [new] notebook to my diary and also my iPhone so all parts of my brain are in sync” … oh yes, the mere optimism that a new notebook potrays is a deadly drug for me. And then … about day two of using new notebook, can’t find new black ink pen, kids have got to book before me and it’s now sporting the latest artistic work of modern art genius, child number one, whilst multi-tasking coffee kids and thinking/breathing – coffee is now all over book and the little voices in my head are already telling me that I NEED to invest [yes, invest] in a new notebook. Kikki K has me as a frequent flyer!

But I digress, the longing for the new year to begin, the plans of organisation day by day, multi-facted organisation of family, work, friends, me, craft, amazingness and spontaneous bursts of “OMG I AM a Genius” is becoming such a great force that I am going crazy waiting with wanton need for it to be 2010. So to assist my brain to keep calm and carry on, I have started my “personal strategy for twenty ten” two hours a day I am allowed to detail out how I will go from chaos to complete internal world domination in five easy steps – no, I have given myself the year. Each season a new theme, each month a new target, each week a new goal, each day a new habit, each hour a cup of coffee to fortify me, each minute praise to God for giving me such a manic obsessive view on life … Am off to write in my new notebook. aPPLe

Crafty Apple

The completed crafty frog pic

Ribbet the Frog

Woohoo … today I was crafty! Yes. I was! I was there, and there was craft, therefore I was crafty. Would you believe it was my idea?? Would you believe I thought it WAS a good idea … I did think about it, but limited time and talent was recognised and the craft action was undertaken by my trusty and truly cool side kick. [Isn’t that always the way with superheros? Sidekick has all brains, superhero gets all glory? Or are they both just goons??] POW! Takes me back to my Brownie and Girl Guide days … top job LF – the boys were impressed and have taken them off to bed. And don’t worry, so far no split seams! xx

Frog pattern taken from the Purl Bee … we love the Purl Bee xxx

And can I just say that tonight Santa did a fine job at giving out presents at the boys Kindy party … apart form making Son #1 cry … it was a monumentus effort given the real Santa forgot to turn up [that’s what happens when you drink too many shots of whiskey in one night every year!] and Miss M had to stand in … just too give the kids a Santa – made me all teary … but that could be because I am all tired and emotional me thinks! xx

Ummm … no exucses

Holy crap – time just flies this time of year! I feel guilty … I was wanting to become this amazing blogger, that all the world followed, and instead I have stay silent for freaking two weeks! Some may think that I must have been living under a rock for me to have been silent for that long … but alas it is much more benign – I’ve been working! Christmas marketing campaign – I swear to God it’s all consuming – I planned it, I obssessed over it late into the night, I began the execution and then waited expectantly to gather the stats on it’s success …. I hover over the website backend to see who’s online, how many clicks, any comments? I desparately refine and tweak the campaign on the fly to take advantage of the patterns emerging, I live it, breath it – I AM it. So, hopefully that means it’s been a success … campaign runs until Christmas eve, so I guess by then I would have gone raving mad in the micro management of mini online events. And then to top it all off, my children demand that I am an elephant to ride, chef of many cuisines at the drop of a hat, and a magician to conjour up the whim of the child. Oh, how I now regret being smug about not wasting my pre-children weekend mornings snoozing in bed – thank goodness for loving husbands who know the grumpy mummy bear needs more sleep. And while I am on a roll – let me just say this “road rules my friends! they are there for a reason. No, red lights are not optional, nor speed limits a mere guide – so next time you feel like cutting me off just so you can slam on your brakes because I, god forbid, was holding you up going the speed limit, just remember that Karma and God have very long arms. Must … check website … can’t hold myself back … ahhhhhhhhhhh the abyss

Got plans me

Not much going on in my head this fine day. Plenty happening around me – decisions made, thoughts discussed and blah blah .. just work stuff. Don’t get me wrong, I love my work – just not much but static going on on the inside. I did have a couple of “weehee!!” moments – new camera thank you very much! and a much loved injection of yellow into my visual diet. It’s like turning toward the light and having the gentle warmth of springtime sunshine touch your face. That’s what the right hue of yellow does for me. You’d think that new camera and yellow loveliness would present you with some creative genius – hmmm, me too, but they’re all duds – sorry. Got plans tho’ – plans to wow you with photo images of anything and everything … aPPle