Tuesday, April 27, 2010

My Arch Nemesis

Here' s the thing, that's me on the right with the sun damage and wrinkles and bags under my eyes.

The chick on the left has obviously been heavily photoshopped or doesn't have any children or doesn't live under a big hole in the o-zone or... all of the above.

But, what we do have in common is a great eyebrow arch. Yay us!

I have recently discovered the 'joys' of eyebrow threading. It is an amazing, quick and really effective way of making me look as if I take some care over my appearance. Because these days, really...

It is however, REALLY painful. I am not a sook! I have had two, count 'em TWO home births without ANY pain relief. But having hair torn from my sensitive brow brings a tear to my eye every time.

So I was thinking can you get an epidural for eyebrow threading because I'm owed two.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Esther Gets Her Grove Back

So hi blog, long time no see.

It has been over two years since I sat down at the computer with the sole purpose of writing for myself; for my own pleasure.

Ironically, this has been a period of my life where I have done pretty much nothing but parent, sleep and write.

My computer has been my friend, my foe, my solace and my prison. I have come here to become someone; I have come here to become a grown up, I have come here to become a writer.

I have ALWAYS loved words. I love looking at and saying words. I love new words and using words I just learned in a sentence.

I love they way some words sound. Like ukulele and palindrome and extraordinary.

Anyone who knows me will tell you that I love to talk and more recently I have even learned to listen.

I love to read, I love being read to. I love nothing more than listening to a wise man speak - snaps to you Dad.

I love books, I love lyrics, I love crosswords. I am a sucker for the written word.

So I guess it comes as no surprise to the rest of you that words have become more than an amateur passion. In the last two years I have bitten the bullet and gone pro.

I am now a jobbing wordsmith, a writer a
columnist, contributor, essayist, freelancer, scribbler or scribe.

It is a noble profession and I can't claim to take a wildly important or even slightly noble role in it but, here I am, working, writing, putting hands to keys and reading my words in print and, all of a sudden, I am someone.

Recently I have been consumed with my own absence from my life. Where did she go, that fun, slightly funky chic with ideas and her own purposeful - if sometimes misguided - kind of style?

Where am I, and who is this middle aged, boring old housewife living in my skin?

Well web log, I have come to say, here I am. I haven't quite decided what my new style is and I can't even be sure that I care but I am on my way back into my skin, slowly but surely.

Right now I know two things:
  1. the monkeys are amazing - the kind of naughty irritating amazing that can make you feel homicidal but amazing and I am responsible for a small part of that and
  2. I like my life - I like this new direction, I like writing and I know I am on my way to being the kind of person I want to be
For now, I'll enjoy the journey and I will write my own story, script my own return to form and, maybe even get my grove back at the same time.