Roll-up – A bit of remarkable News
Wed 16th, May, 2012
G’day lovelies! Australia calling!
So, a few years ago I had just moved into our first very own Australian house – I was a new immigrant to a new country on the other side of the world to where I had lived in the same village for my whole life and I love love loved our move to this place they call the Lucky Country more than you can imagine…you might have gathered that
…did I think I was lucky? Just a mahusive bit.
I about lapped up everything it had to offer – I walked the beach, I told my kiddos every single day how great this new life was for us, I gazed at the colours all around like I had never seen colour before, I sighed at the sunshine, I sang the Aussie national anthem every night before dinner and looked out to sea with, I think, pure love in my eyes.
The old cottage was the icing on the cake, it was far from perfect, it was on the wrong side of town, it was so very different from the lovely house I had known in my old life, it had a dead rat in the back garden, an orange deck and 4 sheds, but it had an old fig tree of my dreams, sash windows, wooden floors, tiny little cosy rooms and a little study all for me.
And I philandered around in all of that – the doing up of an old tatty cottage, the painting of things white, the slurping around in this new life by the sea, the pleasure in hunting a new land for vintage things, the making it all a home…
…but looking back, through wrong choices in new schools, the age of my kiddos, being ‘just a SAHM’ I was missing something in it all…and that something was just being me…not in a sad kinda way, more really in a share kinda way, and so one night when we had first moved in I sat in the study surrounded by packing boxes, up to my eyes in paint, perched on a vintage green chair and a side-of-the road table turned white and decided that seeing as I didn’t have anyone to share all these new things with, someone who loved the same things as me, someone I could gush to about the colour of the flowers, the finding of vintage things, or the smell of the sea, I decided I would document it all via this big old place they call the world wide web.
And because the real estate agent had marketed the house that I sat in, oh-so-very ironically, a ‘beach cottage’, I opened up Typepad and started a blog and called it that.
And so began a journey I never expected to go on.
And there I found you.
And I liked it.
It seemed, for some reason, you liked me too.
I foofed. You laughed.
I rambled. You read.
I photgraphed. You ahhed.
I gushed. You nodded.
I loved Australia. You sighed.
And in all that blogging stuff and the sea-change and leaving behind the things that weren’t so nice, along came the voice of a girl, a forty-is-the-new-thirty-girl…a girl who got married too young, had a Honeymoon baby and then three more, who loves to dream with wellies and Peronis and vintage furniture and stripy skirts and too much bedlinen and white paint and the beach and a head full of rose-tinted glasses.
…and along that blogging journey she got herself back again and in between laundry and life and broken arms and taxi driving the world began to shine….
And now the time has come to move that old girl on a bit…..to move on with this little old blog broadcasting loud and lovely from a tatty old cottage on the beaches…
and so today I am very happy to say that I now have someone to help me, my agent Lorraine Murphy of The Remarkables Group, she will be handling this blog and all the things that I am trying to work on that are on the back burner of that place they call my brain – she will be taking over the opportunities that have come my way and the doors that have opened because of this little blog….
The Remarkables Group will be representing me and a few other Australian bloggers, Eden, Mrs Woog, Beth, Nikki, who, over the last few months have become part of this journey of mine – and after months of preparation The Remarkables Group has opened its doors….
Having Lorraine will allow this girl to continue to ramble and gush and dance but more importantly to carry on with this journey they call blogging…
I do hope you will join me for the ride?