A.W.O.L.

I don't know why I haven't blogged for a month! It has been busy. Uni is back and I am doing two units this semster. My sister and nephew have visted from interstate. I have painted part of Aimee's room. I have sorted and cleaned and thrown out and put away (and it isn't even spring yet!) We helped the ex move back home (this took a whole weekend!). We have gone out. We have stayed home.

We have dressed up. Book week = Reanna as Dumblore, Erin as Mr Galliano (from Enid Blyton's circus books. Her father was excited it was like the alcohol *sigh* - from me and Erin!), Aimee as a book (personally I thought this was a particularly brilliant idea). I am still refusing to make Aimee a Voldemort costume for next year. I think it is creepy! We also went to a first birthday party as the Queen of Hearts (me), the Ace of Hearts (Aimee, I wanted the others to go as cards too but they wouldn't ... mean children!), the Mad Hatter (Erin) and the March Hare (Reanna).

I have read so much I think I have had a brain meltdown with new book overload. This is saying something!!! I have had friends go through some dramas. I have planned and hoped and dreamed. I think I might have finally had a story idea I can commit to catching and putting on paper ... just maybe mind you!

Busyness (business? Hmm neither looks right but nevermind) aside, this isn't the reason why I haven't blogged. I have just been tired and drained and a little flat. This partly meant I haven't had the the motivation, but also I don't want to post sad, flat posts. I have thought about it though, but I just haven't put metaphorical pen to paper. I also have read any blogs in the last month so I am very much looking forward to catching up on everyone's happenings! And hopefully, catching you all up with some of mine!!

A Right Royal Confession

It is the 21st century. I am 31 and I am Australian. These things really indicate I should be at least leaning towards republicanism, but I confess they do not. I wouldn't exactly say I was a "royal watcher". I almost never buy magazines, although I do read other people's and I do read any article on the web.

I managed to miss a lot of the pre-wedding hype for Prince William and Catherine, mostly I think because I was on holidays and not an the computer non-stop. However, to balance this out I hosted a princess party with one of my sisters, two of my girlfriends and a whole hoard of children. My sister and one friend very kindly feigned an interest. Lela and I dressed up and celebrated in style. This princess party was the final catalyst for another whole adventure of mine (and Lela's) that you can find on our other blog (Two Mummy Ducks - check out my profile to find it because I don't know how to add a link in yet!). We had party food, drank out of wine glasses, wore tiaras/facinators/hats as per individual taste and had a fabulous time. Have I mentioned yet how much the entourage and I love dress-up parties in general?

All this aside, I love the fairy-tale. I always have. I love that we witnessed history and I remember watching the wedding between Prince Andrew and Sarah when I was little. When I was about 10 I had a whole scrapbook filled with Royal clippings. I had read an article about a lady who had done it her entire life and I thought it was cool. Unfortunately someone found it and I was so embarrassed I put it in the bin. Realistically, I know the fairy-tale is an illusion but fantasy is fun.

My decision to support a Australia's remaining a constitutional is based a lot more then a romantic notion of the Royal family. It is based on a 'if it's not broken, don't mess with it' theory, the part of my that promised to not only serve my country, but also my Queen, my love of history and an honest admiration for how hard some members of the Royal family work. Clearly, times need to change in lots of ways, but I still think there should be a happy medium.



Above is some wedding memorabilia - the bouquet I carried as a bridesmaid for Lela's wedding, the tiara I wore at mine and the souvenir Royal Wedding edition of the Australian Women's Weekly (and the last time I bought a copy of this magazine I think was the souvenir year 2000 wedding!)

So until next time ... I am going to keep dreaming, keep believing in fairy-tales and, most importantly, I will be continuing to wish on stars.