Old and Loving Acquaintances…

17 May

Any day now, my life as I know it, and my life as I have always known it for the last 28 years is going to change.

My darling husband and I are expecting a little bundle of joy to arrive sometime in the next two to three weeks.

I read a quote the other day that really resonated with me.

It read… “A mother and her unborn baby are old and loving acquaintances who cannot wait to set eyes on each other” – Thomas Verney.

I, most definitely, cannot wait to set my eyes on our most precious, infinitely adored little person, who I am already so head over heels in love with – be still my heart – what will I be like when he/she is here??

I suppose my heart will swell to be the largest it has ever been to fit all the love in :)

Bring it on, I say.

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Me at 31 weeks pregnant. I am going to miss my bump!

Marche – Seattle, WA

30 May

Our first night in Seattle was a dreary, cold night – our need for a cozy restaurant and comfort food was paramount.

We were jet-lagged, cold, tired from walking, but had big eyes and big hearts drinking in the sights and sounds of the beautifully green and wet city we found ourselves in.

I am astounded at how much of American food is either deep fried, double fried, shallow fried, flash fried or fried fried… And how their salads are nearly opaque with creamy dressing – enough to make me gag and swear to be a freegan-vegan-fruitarian all the days of my life.

Alas, we were determined to eat fresh, local produce.

So we wandered down to the pier where we found this beautifully tucked away, stellar restaurant called Marche.

This is my handsome dinner partner.

We started with pomme frites and house made mayonnaise and a salade verde (butter lettuce, arugala, lemon, hazelnut oil and brique agour cheese)

We had the restaurant nearly to ourselves, sharing only with three other tables. Our waiter said that 8:00pm is too early for the local folk, and their dinner rush was at 10:00pm. Either he was lying and had a very quiet restaurant, or he was in for a looong shift!


I ordered the petite wagu New York strip steak, with roasted shallots and a fine herb butter. Was delish. I was so hungry I couldn’t even take a shot that was in focus before devouring this tasty morsel. Sorry focus aficionados.


Mark enjoyed the fish of the day, which was locally caught salmon fillet, on leeks (and I can’t remember the rest because it wasn’t written on the menu and American’s speak really fast.) But it was tres yummy.



Any place that has an arrangement of flowers this pretty on their front desk is a winner in my books. Spectacular.




Tea with the Rich and Famous

27 May

During our whirlwind tour of the west coast of Canada (impressed that I know which coast we’re on Dad/Guy??) Mark and I felt very swanky indeed as we sipped tea and ate scones at the Empress Hotel during afternoon tea time.

We sat with the beautiful people.

We listened as the pianist expertly and delicately danced his fingers across the grand ebony and ivory.

And we pretended like we had money to burn – Revenge style. I channelled Victoria Grayson as hard as I possibly could – minus the plot to kill, treason, fraud and philandering husband of course.

On the menu were smoked salmon pinwheels, mango and curried chicken sandwiches on rye, cucumber and horseradish double decker sandwiches on white, free range egg croissant, sun-dried tomato mousse on crostini, freshly baked raisin scones with house strawberry jam and cream, batternburg cake, lemon meringue tart, rose petal shortbread, apple cheesecake and macarons.

Delectable to say the least.

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And on the way home, I stopped and smelled the roses. Because that’s what I do on holidays.

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Butchart Gardens – Victoria, BC

25 May

“This is my garden, my joy and my pride. When I am here, I feel God by my side”

My Pop was an avid gardener.

He was a gentleman who appreciated the very finest of things in life – particularly beauty stemming from hard work, which meant that gardening suited him to a tee.

My Pop would always speak about the ‘magnificent Butchart Gardens’ and that ‘perhaps’ I would go one day.

Well, today, I thought ‘perhaps I shall’ and oh Lordy, was it a treat.

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mid·wife (noun): with women

20 Oct

We are witnesses to the miracle of life, and to the strength of women.

It is incredibly rewarding work and incredibly demanding work.

We are ‘with women’ throughout pregnancy, birth and postpartum – listening, counselling and holding emotional space for her.

We sit with her through loss, abuse and disappointment.

We feel her joys, accomplishments and transformations.

We hold women as they squat, dangle, lunge and kneel – gripping our hands as they bear down.

We contort into various positions to get heart tones and to catch babies.

We work odd and long hours, living in a constant state of ambiguity and contingency plans – often working on little or no sleep, eating on the go.

But being a midwife is not merely a job…

It is a lifestyle.

It is in our blood.

And we could not imagine filling our days, weeks, months and years with anything less.

Twenty-One Things

16 Oct
1. I daydream about being REALLY good at a particular thing… Like being associated with a skill that is amazing… and having people say, “Ohhh! Erica, she’s the amazing ballet dancer” or “Ohhh! Erica, she’s the incredible opera singer!”
2. I come from a long line of nurses… my grandmother is a nurse, my mum is a nurse, my dad WAS a nurse, my aunt is a nurse. I spent the majority of my childhood swearing black and blue that I’d NEVER become a nurse…

3. I am a serial buyer and taker backer. I rarely try things on at the shops, I just see something I like, buy it, and then take it back if need be. I am an expert on stores refund policies.

4. I have two mantras in life. “All things happen for a reason” and “Let go and let God”.

5. I once burnt my toe in a cheese and tomato sandwich. Seriously.

6. Anyone who says they LOVE to exercise, is lying.

7. Despite #2, I adore being a nurse. I feel like it was always in my DNA, and I feel like I fulfill a purpose in the world each day, no matter how minute it may be. I love looking after my kiddies, and their families, and they affect me more than I realise.

8. Dawson’s Creek speaks to me. It hits a place deep deeep in my teenage heart. I was Joey, and he was Dawson. Ugh, teen angst…

9. One of my favourite things to do is to go to the flower markets with my mum. We get up super early, buy a V on the way, and race around like crazy women!

10. I want to own my own florist one day shop with my cousin Jess … part time florist, part time nurse/midwife!

11. I am incredibly emotional. I find myself getting teary over anything remotely happy, sentimental, or lovely.

12. When my baby brother was born, I was in grade 1 and I took him to school for show and tell!

13. I love camping. Some of our happiest and most fun holidays were camping on the green grass right on the edge of Lake Hume in Albury. We would ski and wakeboard by day, and chill out by night.

14. I wish I lived on the upper east side and my life was Gossip Girl. Although, in the same breath, I’d be completely content with living in a tiny country town.

15. When I get to heaven I’m going to ask to sing and play the piano like Katie Noonan.

16. I fall more and more in love with my husband every day, so much so, that sometimes I think I might burst.

17. I want to grow old… I want to be so lucky to have that many years of living, and I want to pack them full.

18. I hadn’t listened to the Spice Girls since about 1999, then the other day I put their CD on, and I knew EVERY SINGLE WORD.

19. I remember sulking in my cousin’s room being forced to play lego with my brothers and my little boy cousin while my two super cool older girl cousins went to see MC Hammer in concert, decked out in their hypercolour t-shirts, parachute pants, scrunchy socks, and crimped hair. I was deemed “too young”. Most traumatic night of my life.

20. I am in love with my bridesmaids. They consist of my 2 cousins from #19, my childhood friend whom I spend years and years camping with in #13, my beautiful friend whom I met completely randomly at Castle Hill McDonald’s one night, and another beautiful nurse friend from uni who just ‘gets me’.

21. I love the photos on my fridge of my babies from work. Most people think it is sad, and while it is sad - I feel happy looking at them. I love them, and I don’t want to forget them.

Ruby Red Rhubarb

20 Oct

So I love living in the Hills District.

I have been known to refer to it as “God’s country” on more than one occasion.

I love the wide open spaces, the rolling hills, the paddocks with their horses and cows…

What I particularly love, is the abundance of fresh produce grown in the market gardens that are so prolific in this area. I love that at nearly every corner, one can find a little stall selling cut flowers, honey straight from the hive, fruit, vegetables or even cow manure if you so desire!

The other day I picked up a beautiful bunch of rhubarb for the grand total of $1!

I was so excited I bought the whole three bunches on offer and gave one to my mum, and one to my psudo-if-we-were-catholics-then-this-woman-would-be-my-God-mother friend.

I decided to stew my rhubarb, as I love anything stewed.

My brother Lee would disagree, as he would vehemently state “hot fruit is unnatural”

Alas, I began stewing.

Ruby Red Stewed Rhubarb

Ingredients

  • 1 bunch of rhubarb, washed, chopped into 3-4cm pieces
  • 3 tablespoons white sugar
  • The juice of 1 lemon
  • 2 tablespoons water

Method

  • Add all ingredients to a saucepan and stir over low heat
  • Leave to simmer/stew for about 10 minutes
  • Eat hot or cold!

 

A Little Touch of Fancy

12 Oct

For my birthday this year, I received some money with which I was told to buy something nice!

I had been drooling over chandeliers and pendant light fittings for quite some time, so when a little extra cash found its way into my hot little hand, I knew exactly what I wanted to buy!

I found the perfect chandelier at Beacon Lighting and the next day Mark and my very handy Dad had it hanging above our dining room table.

What do you think?

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How Do I Love Thee?

22 Sep

How do I love thee on thy 30th birthday??

Let me count thy ways…

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of every day’s

Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.

I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;

I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love with a passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life!


And, if God chooses,

I shall but love thee better after death.

Earring, Earring, Where For Art Thou?

20 Sep

How many times have you lost your favourite pair of earrings?

And if you haven’t lost them, how many times have you spent hours rummaging through your bag, car, glovebox, partner’s car, your jeans, his jeans, washing machine, couch cushions etc just to find the particular pair of fabulous earrings you absolutely MUST wear that night?

Well dear readers, the geniuses of Young House Love have given me the answer.

A ceramic egg holder.

See below, and be inspired.

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