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hello, kick in the pants: finally I’ve gotten my nose pierced

tasha with her nose pierced

i’ve wanted to get my nose pierced since my teens

It wasn’t an option when I was living at home.  And when I moved out to go to University, it was forgotten about in the excitement of boyfriend, living my own life and study.

Then my dear friend, Nic, visited in the mid-90’s and she’d had her nose pierced in India.  I distinctly remember the day that our pet magpie sat on her shoulder and plucked out her nose piercing, promptly flying to the roof to deposit there. But I was working in a Catholic school, a respectable member of our community and didn’t think it would go down well.

Kids came along and again the idea was forgotten.  Too busy being Mum and wife and business owner.

It wasn’t until early this year that the idea raised itself again.  “You should do it, Mum.”, were words of encouragement from my Daughter.  But I kept putting it off.  Chickening out.  People will talk, I thought.  I’m too old to get it done now.

And then I received this email after my last taking stock post…

Tasha,

Hope you don’t think this is the weirdest e-mail ever. I love following your blog and love reading about your diverse interests and creativity.  In a recent post, “…hello, curve ball,” I read:

Considering: getting my nose pierced – something I’ve always wanted to do, but keep chickening out on

This was like deja vu since I had experienced the same thing!  I wondered if we were long lost twins separated from birth or maybe living in a parallel universe. ! I got my nose pierced last year for my 50th Birthday. I decided to write you and share my story hoping it might help you to decide to go ahead now and do it. Looking back, trust me my only regret is waiting so long!! If you don’t like it or it doesn’t suit, then you can take it out and it’ll heal fine.  However, 1+ years later I still love it and I keep saying I’ll be the only old lady in the nursing home with one, one day, ha! I’ve had the ring, I’ve had different studs, and I like them all, but after finding an artisan made thin, little silver captive bead nose hoop, I put in my will that I want to be buried wearing it! …..

…I had an epiphany that put perspective back into my life. Went into Starbucks for coffee and noticed this nicely dressed, professional looking woman standing in front of me. She had short grey hair in a pixie cut, pearl stud earrings, white silk blouse, black pencil skirt and matching little pointy toe kitten heels. When she turned to get her coffee, I noticed a teeny, tiny little diamond nose stud. I couldn’t help but comment and compliment her how cute she looked with a nose stud. She smiled at me, thanked me for the saying how pretty she looked with it and whispered in my ear that she got it last year at age 61! I shared with her my dream of having it done and she said, “…sweetie…don’t wait, nor overthink it. If you want it done, then do it now so you can start enjoying  it now. Furthermore, she said,  honey…you’re never too old to do something  making yourself more beautiful!”  HELLO!…..

Do what you makes you happy, just for you…if it’s true to you, it’s a natural fit, you own it, you rock it and everyone notices that you’re radiating! LOVE

Bethanie

hello, kick in the pants!

I received Bethanie’s email on Saturday, so first thing Monday morning, I rang the piercing studio and made myself an appointment.  I told Daughter because she’s been my cheerleader all along.  She was bummed she couldn’t come too because she was meant to be working.

Needless to say that when Tuesday morning rolled around, I was NERVOUS.

“What am I doing!!  Am I insane!?”

Probably.  Occasionally it’s a definitely!

But now I was also accountable to Bethanie.  You see, I’d emailed her back and told her that no, it wasn’t the weirdest email ever.  Weird is good, after all.  And thank you for the push I needed.  The inspiration and words of encouragement.

So, I walked into that studio, nerves and all.  And when the girls asked who was getting their nose pierced (I had Daughter with me, because she didn’t have to work after all), I said: “I am.”  I had a bit of giggle inside as they raised their eyebrows and then said: “Go you!”.

It hurt.  I swore.  Daughter held my hand as I had mine done, and then I held hers as she had hers done too.

I’d like to think that I inspired her to have her nose pierced.

just like Bethanie inspired me to have mine done

To be beautiful.  True to me.  Rocking the Conservative Hippie.

Because without that email from her, I’d still be sitting on the fence.

As an aside: only 2 people have noticed.  Don’t know what I was worried about after all!

In the comments, I’d love to hear:

What do you wish you could do, but don’t have the courage to go through with?

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taking stock #013

hello, curve ball

Life has thrown yet another series of them at our family.  Nothing we can’t handle, but it’s put us off-kilter a little.
No blanks in this edition of taking stock.  Instead, I’ve left this page open the entire day and come back to this post multiple times.  No pressure to answer. More time to think through what has been influencing my life of late.

So here’s the lucky #013 of taking stock.  It’s a mixed bag!

Making: condensed milk, lemon and gingernut puddings – a little bit of comfort food for the soul (thanks, Simon, for the recipe!)
Cooking: up a plan for a weekend away with the girls
Drinking: kefir water – still on it and still loving it
ReadingThe Plant Paradox by Steven R. Gundry, MD – how ‘healthy’ food  can actually be harming you
Wanting: to do so much more, but pacing myself – life is a journey, not a destination
Looking: up and reading journal articles on Ankylosing Spondylitis
Playing: Imagine Dragons album Evolve on repeat
Deciding: on a Sunday afternoon what is on the dinner menu for the coming week – makes life so much easier
Wishing: that I lived closer to my brothers and sister…
Enjoying: moments in the sunshine
Waiting: for the results from the Boys MRI
Liking: only working 1 day a week now
Wondering: why it took me so long to make the decision to only work 1 day a week
Loving: my new role as the publicity and promotions manager at school
Pondering: ‘be the change’ – and how it is applicable to me at this point in my life
Considering: getting my nose pierced – something I’ve always wanted to do, but keep chickening out on
WatchingBuffy, the Vampire Slayer – still! The kids are still loving it, and still having a blast bagging it out each episode
Hoping: that all goes well for my Beautiful Girl as she prepares to leave the nest again
Marveling: at how warm our day times temperatures have been lately
Needing: to stop and stretch more
Smelling: immune booster oil – still having it burning, because the Boy can’t manage to shake his cough
Wearing: my new Peruvian alpaca wool knitted jumper – soooooo warm
Following: up on blood tests to see if my iron levels have increased
Noticing: how I feel when I do a yoga session – my mind and body loves it
Knowing: that I will be able to help my Boy on his journey with Ankylosing Spondylitis
Thinking: about getting a medicinal tattoo – anyone knows of a reputable tattoo artist who only uses natural inks?
Feeling: pleased with myself at what I have achieved over the last couple of days
Admiring: the colours of a sunset
Sorting: through all sorts of shit in my house – it’s time to go Minimalist
Buying: as little as possible
Getting: all of my affairs in order, so that if I do drop off the planet, it’s all organized for my family (& no, I’m not about to drop off the planet)
Bookmarking: medical journal articles on Ankylosing Spondylitis – trying to read enough to understand, but not overwhelm me
Disliking: unanswered emails….
Opening: mail… bills… why do they all seem to come at once?
Giggling: do I really giggle?  I don’t think I do!
Snacking: on crystallized ginger
Coveting: nothing – it’s the Minimalist in me coming out
Wishing: that the Boy didn’t have to deal with Ankylosing Spondylitis
Hearing: the whir of my computer fan

In the comments, I’d love to hear:

What has been happening in your life?  And more specifically, do you have any experience with Ankylosing Spondylitis?

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the hands project: part 3

the hands project has drawn to a close, but it has inspired me to photograph my own grandparents when I visit them next month

I hope you’ve enjoyed these images.

You can find part 1 of the project here and part 2 here.

Colin – born 1942
Images of my time as a military photographer will always be in my head.

Gordon
I worked to connect the community.

Nancye – born 1919
I love the fine things in life. So many wonderful memories. The world is a beautiful place, you know.

John – born 1924
We raised fine wool. I was always very proud of the work we did.

Joyce – born 1930
My family is so important to me. We have been in the area for so long. We are part of the history of the place.

Rosemary – born 1936
I went on the Tom Quilty 100 Mile Endurance Ride. I sat in the saddle for more than 100 hours. One of my many achievements in life.

Noreen – born 1929
I remember having to walk to school, all the way from the race course when I was young. I worked at Erratts store for years. I raised my family in Walcha.

Patricia – born 1930
I’ve had a very busy life. A nurse during the war and I was one of the first air hostesses in Australia. I also designed and made my own clothes.

In the comments, I’d love to hear:

Which was your favourite image and why?

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the hands project: part 2

the hands project has prompted me to start writing my own stories down

I’ve lived a remarkably unremarkable life, but there are stories that my kids need to know.  Stories, moments, events and people that my kids have never known or seen…. and they’ve all helped to shape who I am today.

So I’ve invested in a couple of pretty lined notebooks and will sit and write a little as I’m eating my lunch.  I write until my hand cramps, then I sharpen my pencil for the next lunchtime, so I’m ready to go.

Brian – born 1924.
I spent my life shearing sheep. Now I play bowls. I’m pretty good.

Hilda – born 1917.
I looked after my family and went to church. For fun, I played tennis. I was very good. I think my last game was when I was 92.

Win – born 1930.
I enjoyed doing fine work. The harder the better. It was a pleasure of mine.

Ruth – born 1929.
They gave me an Order of Australia medal for community service. I was just looking after my boys. It’s what a mother should do.

Jane – born 1921.
Being at the stables with the animals was always a big part of my life.

Poppy – born 1916.
I love the fun of life! Love to sing and dance and wear fine things. Life is about happiness.

Jim – born 1931.
I’ve always had a hankering for cars. Rebuilding fine examples has been a life’s work.

Joan – born 1923.
I was a nurse in the war. It was hard. We were a great team of girls. We looked out for each other.

Pat – born 1943.
I started full-time work on the land when I was 13. Seven days a week from then on. Driving the tractor was the best job.

Mavis – born 1920.
This rolling pin helped me raise my family and win awards for cooking at the show. I’ve had it a long time.

You can find part 1 of the Hands Project here.

In the comments I’d love to hear:

Have you started writing your own stories down for your children and grandchildren?  If you haven’t started, what’s stopping you?

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the hands project: part 1

a little bit of history as to how the Hands Project came into existence…

I was at the local Farmer’s Market and was checking out some really funky eco-dyed scarfs when the lady on the stall noticed I was carrying a camera.  She introduced herself as Janine – of Zenzi Designs – and we got talking.  At the time she was working at our local aged care facility and was on the lookout for a photographer who might be interested in a project she had pitched to management.

The idea was this:  there are a wealth of stories from the old folk at the home.  The people who helped to shape our community.  We needed to be able to capture their stories before they passed away because these are the stories that are being lost.

I immediately said “Count me in!” and the Hands Project was in motion.

There was a bit of red tape to wade through before we could get started, with the first photos and stories being collected in late June 2016.  Residents moved out and in, and some passed away, which made the project all the more important to the both of us.

It’s a project I hope to continue, and one that has prompted me to begin journaling my own stories, so that when my time comes, my children will know all of the exploits of their Mother!

Until then, I present the Hands Project.

Iris – born 1927.
I always have my handbag with me and the names of all my family right here. In my heart and in my head.

Gwen – born 1923.
I joined the Red Cross in 1951. I was President for a long time, zone representative on the Divisional Council and an Honorary Member of Laos Red Cross. Being involved in organisations in the community has been very important to me.

Bea – born 1934.
Reading has always been very important to me. It opens your eyes to the world. I always want to learn.

Les – born 1935.
I worked for the council for many years. Driving the digger one of the best jobs. There’s not much I don’t know about the area.

Rachel – born 1932.
Raising my family was my most important job. Knitting for them was part of showing my care for them. I still enjoy knitting.

Rod – born 1934.
I was a Jackaroo. Spent most of my time on the land. Horses were a big part of that life.

Yvonne – born 1930.
Creating my garden has been a life’s work. It has given me great pride and joy over the years.

Margaret – born 1927.
A camellia is one of my favourite flowers. My garden has given me great pleasure over the years.

Helen – born 1920.
I love cats. I liked looking after them. I had lots of cats.

Irene – born 1917.
My cakes won the ‘Best in Show’ for many years at the Walcha Show. I miss not using my old friend anymore.

Next week I will share Part 2 of the project with you here on the blog.

In the comments, I’d love to hear:

Do you have the stories of your older relatives?  Are they written down, or have they been passed down orally?

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