it’s one of those times where you look back and say, “im glad i went.”
because if it were up to me, i would’ve been glued to the freaking couch crocheting my ass off and wasted all that beautiful weather before the rainy days take the spotlight for the following week.
but i do enjoy crocheting, though. as expensive as the bloody yarns are (i only go for the 100% australian cotton because i’m one pretentious noob), i appease the miser in me by telling myself it’s waaay cheaper than a shrink and probably just as effective. not that my crazy is getting out of hand but, you know, introverts like me need a safer place to play aside from posting random shit on their personal blogs for the whole world wide web to see.
to be honest, the way things are going with my crochet, i might need to sell my stuff just so i could use the money to buy new yarns to keep this madness going. but for what it’s worth, learning crochet has really made me appreciate the bigger and deeper issues of life. more than the rhythmic movement of the yarn gliding against the hook, it has made me understand the whole cycle of addiction where right now, i’m at the user phase. and it’s only a matter of time before i progress to the whoring stage. you know, when you start selling everything from the shirt off your back to your very own soul just to sustain the momentum?
if i really think about it, i’m pretty much already there, as i have already
pressured threatened bullied contracted jeff to buy my first project. dafuq do i care if he doesn’t really need or want a baby blanket? he can always give it to his kid. who also happens to be my kid. win-win-win!
so, yeah, we drove to st. kilda, one of melbourne’s popular beach spots with its million-dollar houses fronting the beach. houses that are practically mansions that one can only dream about. but as nice as the beaches here are, if i had that insane amount of money, i’d probably still buy us a house in the philippines where the waves aren’t as feisty as the sharks that frequent the waters, and the weather is warm 99% of the time.
but that’s not to say raven didn’t enjoy the sand on her feet — a sensory learning i wanted her to experience. i would’ve wanted her to touch the sand with her hands too but the problem is, she puts everything in her mouth and one of my worst fears is her choking so let’s just say my biceps and triceps had a pretty good workout from holding her up.
discovered this fish and chips shop at balaclava on our way home. now, what makes this particular shop unique is that they display the seafood right in front of you. kind of like a fish market, except that they cook it for you. it’s probably their way of saying “look, our products are fresh as so quality is nevertheless guaranteed!”
their strategy must have worked because people were in and out of that shop and at the time we were there, several customers were on queue, including us. jeff had the regular fish and chips with salad. i had oysters and they were yum! (although oysters are always delightful regardless of where you get them at.) i can’t really explain it but for some reason, oysters taste like the sea to me. must be the saltiness of it. but then it also transports me back to the philippines — the feel of the sea breeze and the smell of the beach in the early morning or at sunset. there’s nothing quite like it.
all in all, it was a pretty nice day. what was supposed to be a simple walk in dandenong turned out to be a mini saturdate at st. kilda beach. =)