The Proposal

So, are you ready for this?  Are you ready for the story of true love and love conquers all and the "I want to spend the rest of my life with you story".
Here's how it happened...

I took Michael away on a fabulous mini break (as Bridget Jones would say).  We went to Crystal Creek Rainforest Retreat, just over the border near Murwillumbah. It was a commitment to drive interstate but the retreat had been recommended by my boss and his wife who had both raved about the place. My favourite part of the journey was driving across the border, which was a cattle grid with two traffic cameras aimed in each direction (on a dirt back road), which were obviously there to catch bad cows escaping from QLD.

When we arrived at the retreat we found ourselves ensconced, deep in the rainforest (leech territory).  I had a deadline to meet - at 4pm I was supposed to take Michael on a diversionary walk somewhere whilst the staff made over our room for the '100 candle surprise'. I had pre-warned Michael before we left to take 'the little box in your bottom drawer'.  It was supposed to be his perfect opportunity to whip it out. We diversionary walk took us to the creek, to the wedding site, to the hammocks that are set out over the creek, we also checked out all the DVDs and I read almost every comment in the guest book in a space of 45 minutes.  What's a girl to do, I had to dawdle deliberately to spin it out.

Eventually I got the nod from the lady in reception that my surprise was all in place and we made our way back to our cabin.  The rose petals on the entranceway gave it away, and he was very surprised and delighted, but still no ring.

I should take the opportunity to explain here that I am not a groom sucking fiend, we have an engagement party booked next weekend with 25 of our nearest & dearest and it was important that things be official by that time - hence my magnificent surprise.

So we had a lovely evening, even though the little box did not make its way out.

The next day dawned so blue and bright through the glass of the curtainless cabin. The mountain perched above the rainforest canopy appeared to be placed there for our enjoyment and adoration. We enjoyed a lovely 45 minute trek up a 90 degree muddy hillside and the even better trek down again with an itchy leech in my left shoe. We picnic-ed in the orchard, which was perched hillside a little way from our cabin, unspoilt views of aforementioned looming mountain, with turkey sangas and a box of Roses chocolates and ye old two bottles of pear cider - we were a picture of advertising genius for the romantic moment.

After a long frustrating discussion about wedding speeches, we headed back to the room to lounge around some more in the deck chairs.  It was about 3pm and that mountain was screaming out at me "ask him when he is planning on getting around to it, there's not many hours left of this mini break holiday". I was just about to open my mouth when he went to fetch another glass of wine and said "here you go, its about time you had this, dont you think?" and gave me the little box from the bottom drawer.

"Ask me" I said
"Okay, will you marry me?"

I made him say it again.
Then I forgot to say yes.

It was a smashing moment. So unromantic, so like Michael that I cant believe that I ever pictured anything else. However the romance shone through when he begged me to hold off the phone calls to friends and family to announce our happy moment.  He wanted to contain it to us, just us, for an afternoon. We compromised on a text message and talked about returning to the retreat for the first 3 days of our honeymoon, leeches and all.

We tried to make up a romantic story about this, but we couldn't think of anything believable. Its really just a leechy story with some bling bits.

So we are getting married

So I heard about this new blog interface from my mum and Simon and thought I better get on and try it out, so that I can support your feedback on posting. What to write about? There is not much new in town (same town), same house, same job. Thought I better write about getting married. Because that's what we're getting. Next year we might get a dog or save up for a great European holiday but this year we're having a wedding.

We're booked in at our sister property, which for us was the only choice.  Not because its our sister property, but because it is the best place we've ever stayed. The only place where I can work once a week and still fall in love with every time I drive up to.
We're not actually engaged (hold your congrats) but it will likely be pretty soon, given that the engagement party is booked, ring purchased, wedding paid for (lots of bits) and dress selected. After all this, the proposal seems like a formality, like choosing my shoes. Which is not to say it means that little, it means a lot, but we like to play it cool around here, maybe I am just too difficult to surprise? I have had to put a ban on toilet proposals - just so you get an idea on how hard this is for poor Michael.
The favourite part of organising so far is:
1/ Thinking I am all sorted and getting bored and impatient because it took approximately 2 seconds to get everything booked and 15 minutes to choose a dress (literally)
2/ Then realising that there are now stupid decisions to make like how to wear my hair (I thought I just had to book someone and they would 'make it happen')
3/ What to give all of the guests for their 'thank you for coming present'. Hmmm, what do you give a bunch of people to have forever that you wouldn't just chuck out yourself in 2 years (I am under no illusions, our wedding is not the most important thing on earth, therefore why does anyone need a souvenir?)
4/ Scheduling the wedding around a big client so that I can actually enjoy the day
5/ Cake - real or fake (polystyrene) or comical variation on cake
6/ Thailand or New Zealand honeymoon (vote here)
Your thought, here, now, let me know your 2 cents, why not?

The new dress

You know how there are times when you go looking for clothes and nothings is the right size or the size is great but the colour looks terrible on you?

I always suffer this problem.  At the moment everything fits great (freak of nature) but it is all in pastel colours which make me look ghostly and fat.

For years I have wanted to have a go at making my own clothes so that I can get the style, length (also a big problem - my parents must have forgotten to order the 'Regular' length instead of the 'Short' length legs for me in the baby shop)l and colour that I want.  But something has always stopped me.

For years our family has been haunted by a terrible trait.  None of the girls in our family, not nanas, mothers, sisters - no one can sew. Our few attempts are characterised by awkwardness and consist mostly of curtains, hemming pants and once - 2 pairs of shorts. The shorts were the scariest thing because they were fluorescent (not my chosen colour or pattern) and in the first attempt had the leg holes in the crotch sewn together so that no living person could get into them. I was forced to walk around in these garish pants for a couple of years when I was a kid.  Grandma was responsible for these and although I will always remember her fondly, it has traumatised me for some years.

The other impediment is that I didnt have a sewing machine.  My mother had one, which I borrowed with best intentions 2 years ago.  She had owned it - forever - I dont know how long and I dont want to be rude by putting a figure on it. Maybe before decimal currency? However the poor machine was drowned in the floods.  We opened it up in its case and water poured out and the hide tide mark of mud was well over its workings.

Two weeks ago we went on holidays and I bought pants to take away with me.  I ended up (by accrual) with 5 pairs of pants to take up and decided - enough is enough.  It will cost me almost that much to get a shop to take up all those pants.  Spotlight were having a sale on sewing machines for $99 so I bought one.

What a revelation. I can actually sew.  I often spend 6 years trying to get the bobbin bit to come out so that I can start sewing,  but it eventually behaves and I am off!

The first thing I made was happy pants. They were for my brother (who is now 23) and he happened to mention at a recent family dinner how much he used to like happy pants when he was a kid. You know - the pants with elastic in the top and bottom and look like MC Hammer. They are bright blue Hawaiian print with pink flamingos.  Though they are a little big, I'm told he wears them quite alot, however it took him some time to get over the shock that happy pants are not really as flattering as he remembers.

What next - feeling confident, I went back to Spotlight and purchased a pattern and some more fabric. That afternoon I sat down and spent 4 hours deciphering the instructions and cutting our the pattern. OMG, what a challenge. Lucky I had got some extra fabric than what was recommended because I had thoughtlessly cut out half of the pattern up side down (so that the pattern on the fabric would be upside down when I sewed it).

Yesterday I had set aside the whole day to finishing it off, and it took all day! However by 4:00pm I had it all done, except for the hem.  I went into the bedroom to check the hem in the mirror and when I put the dress on discovered that the waist was too low (that the bodice was too long) and therefore nothing did up properly. This was just the kind of problem I had thought to avoid by making my own clothes.  I had to unpick all of my careful waistline stitching and put the whole waistline over the detail on the bodice that i had worked song long.  However, it all came together in the end, and here it is.

The fabric is a 'vintage' look - as part of Spotlight's vintage range,  I think it looks rather Christmassy with the pink flowers on green background, but it certainly cannot be confused for anything in a shop (at least in this decade).

What next?  I am so excited about my success that I am going back today to get another pattern.  I am so glad to prove that someone in our family can sew, if she just puts her mind to it (and 2 days).  Finally, the evil spell is broken and we can take control of our own body coverings.

The Holiday House

The Holiday House

I got to thinking of our house as the holiday house last year.  It was in Winter when all of the tasty hearty food magazines came out with stews and puddings and cosy ideas.  It made me realise that our house, though being obviously country, has never really had a theme to me.

Our other houses previously have all had a central idea that we have either adopted from the house or brought with us, but this house has never had anything except wildlife to give it a theme.  That Winter I realised that our house is pure weekend winter country house. In summer its no good except for sunsets and insect enthusiasts, but in winter, with the wood fire and country kitchen beautiful blue sky days and straw coloured winter grass, its the kind of place people would pay to go away to as their holiday house.

It makes it easier this way, on weekends after working a 60 hr week and virtually seeing nothing of home (especially in the day light), to wake up on Saturday mornings and to have 2 days at 'the holiday house' it makes me feel like we have a little part of paradise that is so hard to capture.

If we want we can stay at home the whole weekend and not go out at all, with the whole silent place to ourselves, or we can go on a 4WD on our own part of the property and not have to use any public roads. We like to cook up hearty winter country foods on these days like cassoulet or just pork belly with roasted winter vegetables like parsnips and brussel sprouts. In the afternoons we indulge in cheese and pate and our new favourite baguette from Woolworths (there are no good bakeries around us - I am not committing treason).

This is what makes things bearable, what makes it all worthwhile.  This house comes with this job.  This job is demanding, but we have the best deal out of all the staff houses.  And can enjoy a total winter escape package for no more than our weekly rent (clever huh). Guests are welcome in our holiday home and take great pleasure in gathering firewood. They like to relax on the verandah and take in QLD's winter. The sky is never so blue.

At night the fire is lit and the red wine opened. You can cosy up into bed and sleep in in the morning.  A holiday home without the petrol bill or chilly receptionists.  What an indulgence.

An adventure

This Queens Birthday long weekend was spent jamming as much in as possible.  My sister, Kate and her boyfriend  Huges were visiting for the first time and spent Saturday doing the structured activities at the hotel while I got called into work. Luckily the rain held off and they got to try archery, clay targets and horse riding. Satuday evening we had a fabulous free meal at work (my reward for coming into work on my day off). I had wood smoked duck cooked in moroccan spices, served on a piece of  real fire wood, which had the most amazing aroma. Huges tried a Grade 6 Wagyu and Kate had the scallops. It washed down well with a Paringa Estate Pinot from Mornington.

Sunday we woke up to misty rain so headed to Toowoomba for the day to do some shopping and have lunch. We tried to find a good Thai restaurant open on a Sunday for lunch and not surprisingly ended up at our usual favourite (not Thai)  - Cafe Villeta for a good hearty winter lunch of vegetarian pizza, salmon and lamb shanks. The afternoon was finished with a dose of saduko in front of the fire and a pork roast for dinner (with apple pie - to finish the country cliche). I'm sure Kate and Huges thought that we had bunged on the country experience just for them, especially when my boss called and arranged a morning of 4WD-ing for today.

We woke bright and early to bake morning tea of triple choc muffins before we left. We met the boss and his lovely family at the local servo at 8:00am before heading to the back gate of the property.

Morning Tea break

The key hung in a secret location at the back gate, the air in the tyres was let down slightly (but precisely). We entered the property not sure where we'd end up. All we knew is that the morning tea spot had been plotted on the GPS by Cieran yesterday in an initial sortie into the property.

Kate and Huges at morning tea

Amazing early morning fog

The stunning views of the drive.  Higher than the surrounding mountains, our property certainly has some hidden vistas. We drove for only 15 mins into the property before we stopped for morning tea.

 We round a bend after 2km of driving and lo' - there is our house - dazzling in the distance.  The slightly lighter grass area on the left of the view is the airstrip, which is still visable even though it is overgrown and has not been in use for at least 5 years.  Our dam looks large and regular.  The house is just beyond, with the hanger to the right.

 Cieran led us through Brown Springs property, but it wasn't until we hit the gate that joins Brown Springs and the hotel property that I knew where we were. I decided that the short cut to the gorge on the track would be a good adventure, but had never driven along it, only heard about it last time I was in that area. Cieran, Carolyn and Michael had never seen the gorge and were keen to try.

 However the innocent little shortcut I had recommended turned out to be a slippery steep slope, and half way up Cieran's car (who was in front of us) slipped off the track to the right, towards the drop. Stopping suddenly,l Carolyn and the kids jumped out and hiked to the top.  We in Michael's car, who had been watching, were horrified, and jumped out and hiked up to Cieran's  car. Unbelieveably it was apparently better to finish going up the slope than try to reverse back down.

 Cieran made it to the top and then pursuaded Michael that he could make it. With the snatch strap he helped Michael to the top.

Kate and I made a quick reccie of the track ahead and found scarier slopes were yet to come.  Too late we warned the others and we were then faced with the decision - whether to try and gp back down the slippery slope with the long drop or bash down the fence ( a big county no no) and go cross paddock (safer).

The amazing view into Malgowie at the morning tea place

 We all held our breaths as they went down the slippery slope, Michael losing the back end only slightly. Orientating ourselves again, we back tracked, determined to find the gorge - the long way around. On the way, we got bogged.  It had to happen, Cieran would have been disappointed if it hadnt happened at least once on our adventure.

 Carolyn and Cieran put on the gum boots and attached the snatch strap as we waited in the car, surrounded by knee deep mud. Carolyn stood off to one side as we were yanked unbelievably fast out of the bog, the snatch strap only just missing her as it pulled us out.

 By chance, the track Cieran though would lead to the gorge started to look more familiar and Michael and I realised it was the back of our home block. We felt safe again as we made our way down along the familar track, spying the cliffs of the gorge in the distance -which actually turned out to be at the head of our valley (which I had always had a sneaking suspicion would be the case).

Now we now the way and the not-way, we will head out again soon for a BBQ on the plow disc BBQ plate (how country is that?)

Some big and small events

Michael and I at mum's

 Last weekend we went home to mum and dad's for Sam's birthday party.  After some very crazy weeks at work culminating in the biggest wedding ever, we felt that we deserved some relax time, some non stress time, some good food and wine and friends. We went to Tatlers for tapas where I had to drink a whole bottle of Semillon frizzante alone because everyone else was driving. Alysia and Sam sneaked off to mystery appointments near the end of lunch, saying that they were getting 'shots' for their trip to Bali.

Sunrise at mums

The first day at mum's we woke up to this amazing sunrise, which I had to capture on the new camera. But also because my stupid body clock had me awake at 5:00am, and that was after a sleep in. That day everyone spent some time preparing for Sam's 30th birthday (Sam is boyfriend to my sister Alysia). I spent time sleeping and catching up on relaxing and not doing anything much (I hate structure at the moment, structure can go and jump in the river, for all the thanks I get from structure, it deserves to be ignored).

Kate, Alysia, Me

This is Alysia, Kate and I moments after Alysia's 'surprise' engagement at Sam's birthday. I cant believe I am the oldest of all of us, but the shortest.  Although they say that as you get old you shrink, maybe its started already. For the record, everyone cried, then they drank and the next day there were lots of sore heads and discussions about the wedding.

Alysia telling friends about her engagement

Exploring the other side of the fence

 Today I went for an explore on the other side of our fence.  Though there is not much there but some giant rocks, it really shows a different perspective of our property.  From above I can visualise the flood zones and see clearly how the water fell that day.  The dam is still overflowing and now has reed and weed life all through the overflow, which was just paddock before.  The river stones have been exposed and the dam is as full as ever. The cows constant trampling through has made the ground re-solidify into horrible shapes to walk upon and its a real ankle twister alert.

Front gate on a stormy day

A typical view on a stormy day. Looking east, it is almost impossible to avoid taking a photo of a power line. Somehow the shimmer of the power towers fits in with the broody sky.

It has become quite cold here, with nights down to 3 degrees.  Its scarf weather and fires and air conditioning.  Sadly we are out of firewood and yesterday I was forced to go and pick up the drift wood that floated into our paddocks on the floods. Much of it was too large to pick up or even drag. Some of it was muddy and one was a home for a giant spider who is now homeless at this cold time.  I remember in Marysville that the week after Easter it always snowed. Well its definately snowing somewhere now and if we werent in QLD I would be expecting snow everyday.

Bonfire Night

Last night marked the end of our very big weekend. With a wedding large enough to rival Will and Kate's, months of planning, thousands of dollars of hires, staff in the dozens and souvenir tea towels, it would be polite to say that it was a very big weekend.

The weekend started with the rehearsal dinner, with 16 bunches of flowers on each table as a centrepiece. We started setting up for the main event on Thursday, with hires from 5 different companies.  The main event was Saturday with a late afternoon ceremony, followed by an hour of canapes, then a 2 hour degustation menu of more elaborate canape style options. With 32 waitstaff on the floor, the event ran like clockwork.  I worked from 8:00am till 1:30am the following day, then was back up at 6:00am for a 7:00am start, for the next part of the event...the Christening.

Sometime betweenn 1:30 - 4:00am Cieran decided to rip up the outdoor dancefloor to save the grass.

In the cool of the morning we were hyped up from the night before, even though a random guest had set fire to a wedding program in the toilets (sometime between vomiting all ofver the floor) and almost burnt down the historical homestead. We set up 13 tables in the turning circle with nice white brollies, before the guests turned up 45 mins early to lunch. But by then nothing could dampen the mood.

A long afternoon of washing glasses, moving chairs, unpacking tents, and arranging dinner for the third night of revellries.

By Monday afternoon, when all the guests had left, we were a little more rested and relaxed, just in time for bonfire night. Some time ago most of the fence at the top paddock was replaced and the old fence railings were stacked up for a bonfire.  With no better excuse than the wedding of the century, we planned the big night.

Cieran spent the day making the pyre larger and more impressive looking, sticking in a pole with a flag, just for good measure. By mid afternoon we gathered, in time to watch the sunset, while Cieran made the final touches.  A jerry can of petrol, a pole dance for good luck, then came the Robin Hood moment. 

In a moment of inspiration, Cieran decided to light the fire with spectacular means, with a burning arrow.  Followed up by a gunshot (in something more resembling a Mythbusters episode).  The first try of the aroow fell short and just ignited the grass.  The gunshot also made no impact.  The burning arrow was retrieved and re-shot.  When no amazing fireball ensure, a beer bottle was filled with petrol and thrown in. Finally the pile caught alight, after some manoeuvering.

Hoorah! And then the night got silly.  All afternoon I'd had visions of running around the fire like an indian and yahoo-ing. So we did.  Until I fell in a hole and we lost some of our followers to bed time and curfews and D & M's, as inevitably happen at a staff event when everyone is emotionally and physically drained. It was a spectacular night.

By the way, all of these shots were taken with my new Nikon D5000, which I am still mastering.

Chris, Robbie & Michael

Cieran, the fire bug

Michael & I

The Chefs and Cieran

The Bonfire, with flag

Cieran providing the final touches

Just a little bit of petrol

And a pole dance for good luck

The Robin Hood moment, with the gun for good measure

A second shot after the arrow fell short

Lets throw a beer bottle full of petrol at it

At last - ignition

Just getting underway

Our beautiful bonfire

Brett, original bank guy turned country bloke

Ash & I, just as the night started to get silly