melbourne city with the family

here i am trying to remember details of that day in late december but nothing registers.

the one thing that keeps playing in my mind is how socially awkward i am and how i end up saying all these things which, when replayed, sound so stupid i deserve an award.

take for example yesterday when i very unexpectedly bumped into my boss at the mall and the first thing i said, which seems to come automatically as it’s pretty much a standard greeting around here is, “how are you?”

which would’ve been perfectly acceptable if not for the fact that WE WERE TOGETHER AT WORK THE WHOLE MORNING which was like, 5 hours prior!

i wanted to die right on the spot but she knows CPR as we have such a training annually so a heart attack was out of the question since she would probably just revive me anyway and that would only make things doubly awkward. and so i redeemed myself with the carefully filtered words that came out of mouth next but mentally i was pretty much already bashing myself unconscious.

i’m such a dork.

so now that i got that confession out of the way, allow me to segue into that december day i was talking about. the one where i went to the city with my family. i can’t believe that was 2 month ago! i still have heaps of backlogs from their trip here but the procrastinator in me is taking her sweet time crocheting and lusting after yarns when she’s not stalking crochet blogs looking for free patterns for her next project.

plus the baby. let’s not forget the baby. where the biggest chunk of my time goes. a privilege i’m always grateful for.

geez. it’s amazing how i can be such a chatterbox when the medium of communication is the written word but talk to me face-to-face and you’d wanna get an interpreter. a sign language interpreter.

but i’m an awesome listener, though. you can tell me your secrets because chances are, i’d forget them anyway. i have a memory of a goldfish.

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had a bit of a snack at max brenner chocolate bar at QV square. it was alright. i’m not much into sweets because i get overly paranoid with my blood sugar levels since getting fcking gestational diabetes but i do have my favorites. in general, the darker the chocolate, the better.

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and, yep, when presented with chocolate options, that’s my default face right there. (no, not the smiling one.) i wanted to try at least one though but i just could not decide. i probably circled their glass display 5 times and nothing appealed to me. maybe because seeing them all in one place was overwhelming. but i heard my cousin ruth loves max brenner. if i go with her next time, who knows her enthusiasm might convert me?

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*raven at 8 months old