September 2013

Hipster.

by Lori Dwyer on September 30, 2013 · 7 comments

I have turned into a total, complete Melbourne hipster.

I’m only slightly ashamed of myself.

It’s been a matter of jealousy, really. Watching my kids ride their bikes to school every morning reminded me of how awesome riding a bike was. Pumping pedals with your legs. Moving under your own power, flying past sights and pockets of sound. How free it felt.

It’s my birthday in a month or so. The Most Amazing Man In The Universe had been asking what I wanted. Living where we are, right on the bike track, ‘a bike’ seemed the best answer I could give him.

And besides- it’s Melbourne. Everyone in Melbourne rides bikes everywhere. Or so it seems.

So the Most Amazing Man- being, as he is, amazing- got me a bike for my birthday. And, being just as bad as me when it comes to not being able to keep presents a secret, he gave it to me early.

And oh my, is it pretty. It’s sparkly and shiny. It’s red, so it goes fast.

It’s also ridiculously hip and vintage and even has a wicker basket on the front.

I cruise around the neighbourhood on it, feeling just too school for cool.

I’m not going to say I’m not a hipster, because that, effectively, would make me more of one.

Don’t even care. Shiny red bicycles are awesome.

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La La La.

by Lori Dwyer on September 29, 2013 · 3 comments

Happy, happy, happy.

I’m so happy I could vomit all over the place.

Being this content, I’ve discovered, is not necessarily conducive to being busy, or organised. It’s been a slow dawning realisation over the last four weeks that most of my cleanliness, my routine, my keeping-on-top-of-things, is firmly rooted in anxiety and taking my mind off other stuff.

A veritable lack of anxiety or depression or even passive irritation has meant that I’ve spent the last week or two wandering around in my own little fairy world. La la la la la la la.

Being disorganised and not even caring is lovely.

La la la la.

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