I've been doing a few things I don't normally do. It's something to do with trying not to do motherhood the same way twice I guess. It's not conscious choices so much as an instinct for change, an implicit acknowledgement that some of the choices I made when Amy was a baby probably contributed to me finding it all too hard.
I've been out to dinner at friends. I made a proper dessert (pecan cheesecake which is really delicious and terribly bad for you - recipe anyone?) and took a bassinet and didn't feel stressed at all. Except knocking back the offer of champagne. That was hard.
I went shopping on the other side of town. Being a non-driver, a (mostly) non-shopper and dedicated Northern suburbs resident, I find the upmarket shopping strips of the Eastern and Southern suburbs all a bit scary. So full of gorgeous expensive things. Things I can't afford and don't need. Things I forget as soon as I'm out of the shop but which, while present in my field of vision seem to be suddenly essential to my existence.
And everyone is so nicely dressed and their clothes are ironed and their hair and make up are done. I keep expecting the fashion police to tap me on the shoulder and send me home to my side of the river or at least tell me to brush my hair and put some lippy on. I think it was having a beautiful six week old baby strapped to my chest that got me the free pass.
There were a couple of places I'd been wanting to visit for a while so my mate the felt dealer and I made a day of it. It was such a trek to get to them (you Melbournians will know about the explosions in the Burnley tunnel - I couldn't have picked a worse day to head across town on the roads. And the weather? The hottest March day for something like 60 years - just great for schlepping around with a baby!) I did a little purchasing.
First stop was Patchwork on Central Park. All I can say is we are all lucky I don't live near this shop. I felt giddy in there.
Next stop was AK. Holy crap. I am so deeply in love with this place, I could happily have bought every single thing they make, from the giant felt dolls to the tiny felt animal finger puppets, the toy yurts and sculpted felt wall hangings to the hand knitted baby clothes and felt toy boxes. I managed to restrain myself to these two tiny people and a kit to knit a doll. You'll be seeing more of her in the future.
On the way home we made a quick stop at Zakkaya, which is actually quite local for me (I used to live just around the corner), but for reasons I can't explain I've never been there before. My first step in gender stereotyping, some gorgeous trim and a little ceramic dish.
Lots more to say but I'm out of time! Monday will be my blogaversary here on blogger so I'll be trying to make the time to do a witty and engaging post that reminds you all of why you bother to come over and read my words and look at my pictures. I'll also be sharing the joy with a give away or two to thank you for tuning in too so I hope you'll all come by and say hi.