three hundred and sixty two


11 January. I am grateful for a feeling of peace, of contentment. A day spent with a friend who accepts me as I am, who remembers shared scrambled egg dinners and who reminds me of then. A day spent just being. And an evening surrounded by those I love the most.

two hundred and ninety eight


Today was not the best day. It appears we may have a deal breaker building issue on the house. No supplier is responding when they said they would. The bank manager is on leave, her replacement is ill and the relevant file is in transit. Our attorney speaks in legalese. My husband is away again. My teenage daughter and I are rubbing each other up the wrong way. My youngest daughter’s friends are hurting her feelings. Not the best day for that either, because I was already on the warpath. I left three messages for B. I am grateful my fourth call got through, not because anything was resolved but because when I started to rant at him too saying, surely you should be able to take a call from your mother, I mean wife, B burst out laughing. I did try cover it up but no way. It was very funny. I am so very grateful for the perspective of a belly laugh. It is so easy to take life much too seriously.

two hundred and twelve

Arienne and I had a giggle as we glimpsed ourselves in the future. These two wonderful women were having a delightfully animated discussion punctuated with peals of laughter on the grass verge next to main beach today. Just like we were. The one had a bun, the other lovely curly hair, just like we do. They were as delightful in reality as I imagined them to be. And loved that I wanted to photograph them.  I am grateful for the wonderful reminder that no matter your age or your story, there is always beauty in a moment shared with a friend.

one hundred and ninety three

I love a matt red lipstick. I am grateful for the connection I have with a very dear friend who also loves a matt red lipstick. And Audrey Hepburn and New York. And roses. And understated style. And crystal glasses. And single malt. And laughter. And irreverence. As I put my lipstick on tonight I thought of her and a smile played on my lips. We have a history together, a history punctuated with much laughter and love. I am grateful for her friendship,  for our forever connection and for her new Skype wizardry.