The Weekly (back to)Bindi – Week 9

Another sort-of selfie with the Bindipuss this evening.

She was just being so cuddly that I didn’t want to move to go get my camera, so I turned the laptop around and this happened:

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“Mmmm… a little to the right…”

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“OMG I LUV DIS LAP!”

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“Waaaaaait a minnit! You’re taking pictures again, aren’t you?”

Oh yes… Yes, I am, Bindi. And we’re only up to week 9.

The Weekly (not)Bindi – Week 8

PLOT TWIST!

I don’t have a picture of the Bindiboo for the last week. Fear not, she is alive and well. It’s just that I took a selfie on the laptop with Dugite and.. well.. I had to share, didn’t I?

So this is The Weekly Bindi – NOT Bindi edition.

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“You can’t be serious…?”

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“Are we done yet?”

Let’s just say that Unimpressed Cat was uninpressed with your selfies.

The Weekly Bindi – Week 7

My cat has a weird habit.

She likes to be with me.

That in itself is not weird but the fact that we’ve got a whole house of beds and couches and open-shelf wardrobes with lots of comfy warm clothes to snuggle into and get hair all over and yet… she chooses to curl up on boxes or plastic bags or guitar amplifiers instead.

I’m in the computer room right now and where is she?

Curled up on the box my new keyboard came in, right behind me.

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Comfortable Cat is Uncomfortably Comfortable.

Both very sweet and infuriating.

Mini Foodie Tour of Trentham & Daylesford

Ok, so we actually went for this little trip in March but it’s only been recently that I’ve been able to play on my new computer to blog about ALL THE THINGS.

It started off one Friday evening with me saying “I don’t want to spend all day on the computer tomorrow…”

Oh, the irony.

To which the Manbeast replied, “Well, what would you like to do?”

To which I replied, “I have no idea!”

To which he replied, “That’s not very helpful!”

And so it continued, with me looking up all the farmers markets or events in the usual places we like to go, only to find out that they were happening either the week before or the week after our intended visit. Much annoyance. Eventually the Manbeast got fed up with the to-ing and fro-ing over where to go and decided to make the decision for us and surprise me with a trip to Somewhere.

As it turned out, Somewhere turned out to be a little foodie tour of our favourite country spots, Trentham and Daylesford and some of the surrounding areas in the Hepburn Shire.

So our first (and longest) stop was in Trentham and wouldn’t you know it? There was a farmers market on.

So while we listened to the fun music…

… we shopped. And we bought food…

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Real peanut butter made with real peanuts. Giant cookies and cured gourmet meats… Omnom!

What I didn’t take pictures of was the jerky and the home-made raspberry jam that we also bought. Hand-made and local produce really is the best.

But then I found a stall selling shortbread. Real shortbread. Made by real hands in a real home kitchen that’s probably much neater than mine…

Look at the magnificence that is the shortbread:

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The shortbread shortly after I got it home… Yes, there is a piece missing. Call it ARTISTIC LICENSE. And I was hungry.

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Another gratuitous shortbread shot. Drool. Oh, the flakey goodness. More drool.

Our food adventures weren’t to stop there as the Manbeast was also taking me somewhere nice for brunch. And as it turned out, we were going to Redbeard Bakery.

OMG.

This is my new favourite place, ever.

The food… ALL THE FOOD!

Seriously, it’s a lovely little cafe bakery with a great range of produce to buy and goods to devour on the spot.

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Redbeard Bakery

But the highlight of brunch, and indeed the entire day out was this, the Vanilla Slice.

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Behold, the custardy goodness! Yes, I attacked it before I took a photo of it. I couldn’t help myself.

I had an existential moment over this vanilla slice.

Or it might have been an orgasm.

I’m not sure which.

It was bloody good, though.

After recovering from the vanilla slice moment, the Manbeast whisked me off to a few more places (which fortunately had nothing to do with food as I was extremely full by this stage) but I will save those images for another time.

Now, one cannot go to Daylesford without visiting the Chocolate Mill. All year round (except February), the Chocolate Mill is a must-go destination for those who love good Belgian chocolate. And they have a great little cafe that does the nicest hot chocolates.

Our recommendation is the dark chocolate for hot chocolates. It’s the yummest by far.

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The Manbeast “posing” with his chocolate… and the sign to more chocolate… which I ate most of before thinking to take another picture. I suck as a food blogger.

So if you’ve made it all the the way to the end without drowning your keyboard in drool, tell me what you think! Do you know any other places (in Victoria) worth a visit to go and stuff my face at?

I’ve already got a certain chocolate factory in the Yarra Valley on my list…

The Weekly Bindi – Week 6

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Watching the birdies from the couch.

So, we had a bit of a scare this week.

On Wednesday evening after popping in on Mum on the way home from work, I was greeted by a scene out of a horror movie.

Pools of very bloody bile everywhere.

It seems that Bindi’s tummy irritation flared up in a huge way again and she had thrown up all over the house.

My little Bindipuss wasn’t quite herself. She was wandering around the place looking a bit off. No winding figure eights around my ankles trying to trip me up as I walked down the hallway. No trying to herd me towards the food bowl. No noise.

It was the “no noise” bit that worried me the most. Anyone who knows Bindi knows she is a vocal cat when it comes to when she thinks it’s dinner time (aka ALL THE TIME) so for her to be near silent and not begging for food? Was not good.

Upset, I wandered around and cleaned up all the mess, getting increasingly distressed as I found each new puddle – the next one slightly bloodier than the last. I could track her movements through the house.

So the next day we were off to the vet for a new round of investigations and ended up bringing her home again with some new meds which, while they had the advantage of settling her nausea, also totally killed her appetite and even will to drink anything. I had to force-feed her water with a syringe to make sure she stayed hydrated because I wasn’t about to let a repeat of the near disaster of two years ago happen again. Three more days of this and I couldn’t take it so Saturday morning I took her back to the vet and cried “TELL ME WHAT’S WRONG WITH HER!”

He couldn’t really give me an answer – the little shit of an animal was, by all outward appearances, fit as a fiddle. She didn’t even have a temperature. So of course the vet was looking at me as if saying, “Woman, you are wasting my time” while going through the motions of telling me everything that he didn’t think was wrong with her. In the end we mutually agreed to take her off the medication (with the exception of the gel for her hyperthyroid) and see if her appetite came back. So long as she wasn’t throwing up anymore, she was in no danger of expiring.

Sure enough, a day later and with no extra meds in her system, she’s now picking at food and getting noisy again.

The relief is, of course, short-lived. Noisy Bindi is very, very annoying.

But I’ll still take Noisy Bindi over Scarily Quiet Bindi any day.

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“Are you really gonna take more photos, Mum? I. Don’t. Think. So.”

And since she was posing so nicely, I managed to get another nice shot of Dugite before she decided to go “Nope, nope, nope” and wander off again.

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This cat always looks like she’s thinking “Fuck you, human.”

Bead Soup Blog Party 2014 – The Big Reveal

Well after a week’s delay, here we have the results of my Bead Soup.

And… It’s not finished!

*hangs head in shame*

At least not finished in the way I’d like it to be, even though I kind of love it the way it is. Alas and alack, I realised too late that I didn’t have the bits I needed to finish it the way I wanted to and due to issues like me being unwell and the cat being crook, it just didn’t come together as planned. However I did stick with my initial design and went for simplicity. Peruzi beads really do speak for themselves and I didn’t want to take away too much attention from them by adding too much in the way of embellishments.

I will definitely be updating this necklace in the coming days so I can show what I REALLY had in mind for it, but for now I’m happy.

My necklace with beads and focal by Peruzi Beads

My necklace with beads and focal by Peruzi Beads

You can find the complete list of participants for the 8th Annual Bead Soup Blog Party right here!

You can see the absolutely magnificent job my BSBP partner, Tracy, did with the beads I sent her right here! She’s done an amazing job and made some stunning jewellery with what I sent her.

Just in case you need a reminder, this is what I sent Tracy:

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Bead set, connector and toggle by Peruzi, Swarovski crystals in Fire Opal and Padparadscha, and a strand of purple toned Czech crystas=ls.

The Funnies

My dad posted a joke on my Facebook wall the other day.

It was one of those jokes where you could see the punchline coming from many, many, many miles away…

An Englishman, a Scotsman, an Irishman, a Welshman, a Latvian, a Turk, a German, an Indian, several Americans (including a Hawaiian and an Alaskan), an Argentinean, a Dane, an Australian, a Slovak, an Egyptian, a Japanese, a Moroccan, a Frenchman, a New Zealander, a Spaniard, a Russian, a Guatemalan, a Colombian, a Pakistani, a Malaysian, a Croatian, a Uzbek, a Cypriot, a Pole, a Lithuanian, a Chinese, a Sri Lankan, a Lebanese, a Cayman Islander, a Ugandan, a Vietnamese, a Korean, a Uruguayan, a Czech, an Icelander, a Mexican, a Finn, a Honduran, a Panamanian, an Andorran, an Israeli, a Venezuelan, an Iranian, a Fijian, a Peruvian, an Estonian, a Syrian, a Brazilian, a Portuguese, a Liechtensteiner, a Mongolian, a Hungarian, a Canadian, a Moldovan, a Haitian, a Norfolk Islander, a Macedonian, a Bolivian, a Cook Islander, a Tajikistani, a Samoan, an Armenian, an Aruban, an Albanian, a Greenlander, a Micronesian, a Virgin Islander, a Georgian, a Bahaman, a Belarusian, a Cuban, a Tongan, a Cambodian, a Qatari, an Azerbaijani, a Romanian, a Chilean, a Jamaican, a Filipino, a Ukrainian, a Dutchman, a Ecuadorian, a Costa Rican, a Swede, a Bulgarian, a Serb, a Swiss, a Greek, a Belgian, a Singaporean, an Italian, a Norwegian and 2 Africans
walk into a very fine restaurant.

“I’m sorry,” says the maĆ®tre d’, after scrutinizing the group…

“You can’t come in here without a Thai.”

I just… Well, yeah.

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