Red Hot Go

by mamagrace71 on April 22, 2014

You would think that the older we get, the more self-confidence we gain.  Therefore, the less inhibitions we have.

If only that were true.

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Hang ups from the past fester and permeate in our minds, causing us to fear the new or challenging; keeping us nestled in our comfort zones.

Insensitive words, callous acts snowballs in our fragile hearts, hindering us to trust ourselves less and doubt more.  Perceptions become skewed and self-judgment turns to its harshest.

For an extrovert who boasts to have a whet appetite for adventure and adrenalin rushes, on the rare occasion  I surprise myself.  The zest and zeal to test what’s extraordinary or exciting isn’t as forthcoming. I can no longer be arsed to give it a red hot go.

Maybe all that energy and effort has been drained in raising the twinions.  Or perhaps it’s simply because I’m a “responsible” adult now and Ijustdonthavetimetodostupidorsillyanymore.

But there we were, in a huge warehouse filled with high wired amusement. Both for the young and old.  Big burly guys with scars on their shaved heads and wearing seriously scary tatts, 5 year old girls in pink in pretty pony tails; it was a mosh pit of different creeds and breeds but all out there with the same purpose.

Red Hot Go

To jump, bounce and flip.

The fun was intoxicating.

I was itching to transform myself from the supervising, serious parent to one that would leap and spring about. (How apt it was the Easter long weekend).

But something just kept holding me back.  It’s hard to explain exactly what.  It was a mixed feeling of intimidation and wondering if I was punching (jumping?) above my weight.

Then I just thought, “Feck it”

It took over an hour and a helluva lotta coaxing from my family to just go out and have a go.

But eventually a red hot go, it was.

The twinions looked at me in awe. Mr Surfer hadn’t laughed so hard all weekend. It took me ages and help from 2 random blokes to fish me out.  Not to mention also losing my socks in all that cesspool of foam.

But hey.

I still got it, baby.

When was the last time you gave something a red hot go? Can you please buy me a pair of new socks for my next birthday?

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FYBF – The Closeted Crafty Mummy Edition

by mamagrace71 on April 18, 2014

“Ugh. Easter Hat Parades are dumb” was my reply when Mr Surfer forwarded the preschool email reminder.

FYBF The Closeted Crafty Mummy Edition

Mind you, I had yet to experience one.  My judgment was largely influenced by the numerous complaints I heard from other mothers and their pains in making what should be a simple hat.

I swore I wasn’t going to subject myself to such unnecessary stress.

“Leave it to me!” he said. “I’ve got all these fantastic ideas!” he promised.

Come Wednesday – the day before the parade – Mr Surfer’s creative juices weren’t pumping.  Not even a drizzle.

I had already vowed the spontaneous Christmas Advent Calendar would be the first and last thing I ever got my hands stuck with PVC glue.

Yet once again, I was dumped with the craft duties.

I have been known to be somewhat of a *ahem* perfectionist.  So, give me a creative project, like making animal balloons – and dude, I will stream all related YouTube tutorials until I run out of my monthly internet plan to makethatperfectgoddamngiraffewithcutelittlehorns.

Going completely against my plan to make an in and out trip to Hot Dollar, I found myself confused and dazzled among the endless rows of Easter paraphernalia.

Pipe cleaner bunnies and carrots, polystyrene, glittery eggs…my mind went into overdrive with visions of colourful, imaginative, cute easter hats paraded by the twinions.

Creative Challenge: Accepted.

Why? Why? WHY??

Shouldn’t a $2 hat covered with pretty stickers be simply enough?

Am I a closeted crafty mummy itching to come out?

Mr Surfer who knows me too well, eluded to that it may not be so much due to perfectionism but my competitive nature…

“You want your hats to win, don’t you?”

And to tell you the truth, it hadn’t even occurred to me. Cross my hot bun.

Instead, I’ll take Carolyn from Champagne Cartel’s straightforward logic:

“Motherly love and all that crap”

The things we do for love…

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However, no one dare try to get me into that loom band craze. Otherwise I’m going to have to give you a Chinese burn…then go to Hot Dollar and watch a YouTube tutorial.

Do you dive into creative challenges? Or stick to the sweet and simple?

Are you a closet crafty mummy? Or out and proud?

Are you into the loom band craze? Or do I need to give you a Chinese burn?

Have an awesome, safe Easter, folks! x

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