Thursday, April 26, 2007

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Broken Collar Bone

It just takes a moment to change the course of things. Got a call on Thursday night, it was Phil's workmate telling me Phil had broken his collar bone and was in the ambulance on his way to hospital. I was at home with the kids, we waited a couple of hours wondering where in Aachen he might be. He finally turned up at home half dressed, arm clutched to his chest like an injured stray cat. He's not in pain and has already gone back to work but the need for surgery may send us home early after all.

Thursday, April 19, 2007

Australia is calling!

Funny how the suggestion to stay away from home for longer than you planned can bring on a chronic case of homesickness! Dear Husband is doing a sterling job here in Germany, they don't want us to go home. Now I'm beset with nostalgic memories of Life In Australia. Is it fear or is it just time to go home?

pages from the Paris sketchbook

sketch of one of Manet's works. Will find out title later.

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

The First Goths of Spring

One thing I love about travelling around Europe is marvelling at the old, old buildings here. In Australia, architecture of us White invaders only dates about 200 years old. I love seeing places that are hundreds of years old and still standing.
Also, coming from Melbourne and the Smith st./ Brunswick st. area in particular, I thought I knew about Goths.
When we first arrived here, I looked at all the Gothic architecture and thought to myself 'but, where are all the Goths?' I don't know- perhaps they are migratory, but it's Spring now and at first one or two appeared but now they're out in force.
I'm glad, I love big boots and black velvet!

Monday, April 16, 2007

Ugly EDM Challenge

Wow, can't believe I haven't posted in so long. We went on a holiday at Easter and then I needed a holiday after the holiday. Here is my latest EDM challenge- draw something ugly that you keep for sentimental reasons. I'm feeling particulary premenstrual at the moment, I'm hardly sentimental about it. Oh well, next week sweet and sunny Deb will be back. My family are waiting with baited breath.

Tuesday, April 3, 2007

Belly Dancing Butt

My bellydancing butt

You know, the funny thing about starting a blog is that I've presented myself out of the ether. Most of you know nothing about me other than what has been posted here. It has been revealed that I love coffee and drawing, I really dig my family, I'm in Germany. Now to reveal one more aspect of Salty-

For some time I have been completely obsessed with Belly Dancing. I have spent a gazillion dollars on lessons, costumes from Ebay (there's another not entirely positive obsession!) I have gathered quite a weird collection of Belly Dance music.

Now, to the point of this post. Early on in my lessons, we learnt how to shimmy. Shimmying is the most natural thing in the world, until you think about it, then it all goes backside up. We were instructed to feel the moves. If we could feel the backs of the legs and the buttocks wobbling merrily we knew we were on the right track. One of the reasons I love Belly Dance is because it celebrates the flesh, you can't dance right if you've got nothing to shake. The other great thing about it is that you need to be able relax bits and tense other bits. After a few weeks of lessons I was feelin fine! All the tension just melted away.

During my time in Germany I have not danced or done any real exercise apart from the damn stairs, and I feel pretty crap really. After suffering from pinched nerves and chronically tight neck muscles I decided to go over some BD moves whilst in the shower. How would us mothers ever get any time to ourselves if it wasn't for the shower? This isn't always a guarantee, you really need to train the offspring from an early age that THE SHOWER is sacred. So there I was, proper BD posture, body nice and loose, work those knees and voila! If you look at the rather foolish photo above, that's me. I'm tall and up until I had children I was reasonably thin. I have my father's physique, we're both pretty straight up and down until you get to the middle part, that's were we store our winter reserves, we both look constantly pregnant, we also have stick legs. Neither of us has much of a butt either, that also has kind of swung around to the front.

So before when I shimmied, I didn't really have that sensation of wobbling at the back. However, for the first time I felt it all going. It's an achievement, I tell you! And what do I have to thank for this body compositional change? That wonderful, abundant, ridiculously cheap beer and Bratwurst. By the time I get home I'm going to be the Shimmy Queen!