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The X Factor

Were you glued last night? Did you race home to catch Kate and Matt wow the crowds? Are you too obsessed with the X Factor? After my Mum declined a Skype chat this morning and too many mentions on Facebook,  I decided to find out what all the fuss was about. So by the magic of the interweb, I found a live stream of The X Factor (UK).
I admit, I managed to get sucked in by the lights, the fervour, the banter and in some parts, rather good singing. Apart from the refreshingly good advertising breaks (Australia needs a major overhaul when it comes to ad breaks) I wondered what is it exactly that has everyone hooked? Is it the artificial wrangling between judges or the promise for normal, dare I say, plain people to reach stellar status?
When sub zero temperatures and similar type economies deny a lot of watchers a social life perhaps this is a fine substitute to the bright but expensive lights of a club or theatre? How timely for producers to seize the moment and give viewers a moment of excitement and fun when the chips for many or so firmly down town.
Like so much British TV, Australia has jumped on the bandwagon of variety and quiz shows, The X Factor being no exception. Ronan Keating, yes 'Our Ro',  plays Mr Tough Guy (as if that's possible), while Natalie Imbruglia plays the pretty card, and that's about all. With a mere 45,000 Facebook fans, they have a long way to go to compete with the over 2 million UK likes. Maybe with temperatures warming up and the country's mood a little more buoyant, people are finding a little more to do with their Saturday nights? You tell me.

Lemons and Oranges

It pays to have friends who are builders. Our romantic notions of Swiss Family Robinsom-dom were quickly quelled when we had a closer look at the pine house, to find, damp, bad construction and the potential for the position to be a major fire trap. Yep, thanks but no thanks! NEXT...
So we've been looking and looking, almost nearly putting an offer into this place....

We have been humming and hawing for the whole day, and emmm aren't we supposed to just 'know' when we stumble upon our future home?
It's cute, it's quiet, yes it needs work, but what doesn't around here? Its got character, but its JUST not in the most loveliest of 'hoods... the park is where?  and the motorbike yard and Economy furniture store is merely a block away. Did I mention the petrol station too, and the red impulse plasterboard gym too? All so convenient if you are in your 20's, but we are much more into trees, rivulets and calm space for the boys to run amuk. So that's that then. Decision made. My gut says no.

NEXT
Ah and so we are onto this one, we are looking tomorrow, its on piles of land, flat this time! Not so glamorous on the outside, but modern and bright on the inside. Time will tell, and thankfully (we keep reminding ourselves) we are really in no hurry!

Home is Where the Heart is

Ain't that the truth, but when half your heart is in one country, and the other in another half way round the world, it makes answering this question an unenviable task.
Today we viewed a house. What I was imagining us in would be something like this...

Whereas today, we kinda fell in love with this...

OK so it's kinda wonky and a little Swiss Family Robinson. It's owned by one of Santa's little helpers and was built steadily and with great care over the past 15 years. This kooky wooden dwelling is filled with warmth and soul. There is so much potential, but yet completely livable as is. It sits on 10 acres with Hobart's last freshwater rivulet rumbling below a rather steep driveway. The garden is terraced and could almost be mistaken for Indian paddy fields! But the air is crisp, the sounds are magical, the energy is sublime and its only ten minutes to the city.
There are bandicoots, wallabies, echidnas and birdsong that would soothe your soul, all of which has left us nothing less than enchanted.
So what to do? Is this the place for us, where the boys build cubby houses, share their garden with native bush, nurture their green thumbs and have that childhood we seek for them?
Or do we remain cautious, buy conservatively, consider the future possibilities of a return to Europe and not fall in love?
My heart is calling out, but I'm not sure what it's saying. Which one do I listen to and which way do we go?

Creativity or mass destruction?

No child is the same, and that goes for siblings too. Our eldest it appears is the more sensitive of our two, rather sensible, like his mother, certainly more reserved than his younger brother. As a toddler, we never had to block plugs, lock doors, buffer corners or hide markers or pens. His brother however, is a different story - he is the magnet that all things dangerous adore. This is what I found him destroying creating a few days ago...

Trying something new

So my Supercool posts have been, well, less than cool without even mentioning the super, and I often wish I had more time to devote some personal ponderings to a place outside my head.
My wish may have been answered as I tap away from my bed on my new supercool gadget of love. Yes I now own an iPhone and yes it has brightened my day, week and almost month of ownership. Not having to sit in the icebox of a study is such a relief and although our bedroom is actually just as freezing (and yes I have heard of heating), there is something quite lovely and contemplative about writing in bed.
So with that I bring you this post, one of purposeful rebirth,(that's where the pretty flower comes in - it blossomed in our front garden this week) where I can log and share my musings, my amusings and all the bits in between.

Who lives in a house like this?

This house is up for sale at the end of our road. I kid you not, this is a house in 2010. Just check out the animal collections and the blue carpet... it's so kitsch its fantastic!! Worth over half a million smackers though? Hmmm you be the judge!

What's in your glove box?

At the V&A I had to laugh when I came across these rather chic woollen driving gloves. Not only do they pay homage to the high fashion of the '50's, but they ensure you stay ultra modern, with their 'touch' technology. Yes, they have a special tip for index and thumb so you can operate your iPhone, iPod or iPad without ruining a manicure or chilling those pinkies. Really, I even saw rip offs on the high street!

An awfully big adventure

I can't quite believe it, but tomorrow I will be embarking on a 7 day mission of self indulgence. I am travelling half way across the world to join my (immediate) family in celebrating my older sister's wedding. What I can't quite believe is that I am doing it alone!
For weeks now I have been giddy with the notion of a silent plane ride, a chance to read a book, a full nights sleep and time with my two sisters. Sharing the last month with my parents here really augmented a craving for my far away family. Knowing that it's only days away makes me almost self combust. However, as dawn approaches the realisation that I won't see my two little boys and my stellar husband has hit me like a sack of potatoes. I have been biting my lip all morning, pushing away thoughts of having to say goodbye, explaining to our eldest why I will be away for 'just a few day's'.
'But Mummy, I'll miss you, I'm going to be so sad', are not the words I was hoping to hear quite yet, and although so endearing, love infusing and precious, makes my ticker tumble into that of a mock turtle!
So to remedy this, I have decided to physically turn myself in two, leaving the pining mother aside for just a little while, to hold hands with that old Jen instead. The Jen who needs a break, who needs to breathe, who needs to paint her nails and be a little fancy-free.Then when I return, I think I'll be the best Mum (and wife) I can be.

Vexing Vintage

This is just too supercool! Get it from a naughty Kiwi called Trixie

Hello....anybody there?

When my friend emailed me this week wondering was I just too busy to blog, I felt horrendous pangs of guilt, like I had been ignoring a friend, when the truth is quite simply, yes, I am. Too busy to write and share the adventures down here. For the moment anyway. While my parents spend a sacred month with us and breathe in their grandchildren, and I keep my head above water with, mothering, work, the Brothers Trimm, oh and being a wife! My Supercool is being pushed down the list of priorities until more time allows me. I'm dreaming of a new laptop and wireless internet, where I can tap away on the sofa or in front of the fire, rather than in this frigid room and on a hard dining chair.
In a few weeks I will be preparing for a solo trip northwards to celebrate my sisters wedding in London. Yes, all alone, no husband, no children.. just little ole me. For a whole 9 days. Wowzers. I think I'd rather like to visit this wee spot...in between champagne, squeals and lotsa wedding tears!
So forgive me dear friends, while I pause, dream, and rush off to prepare for this weekends belated 3rd birthday party!

Albion Cafe in Shoreditch, London. 

Sitting Still...

Schedules, speeding, speeding tickets, tolerance, time, too much chocolate, checking in, sneaking out, reading, writing, submitting, avoiding. And that's just today! How nice would it be to have a room like this, sit still, sew, and relax....

My Rocking Wardrobe

No, I'm hardly referring to mine, but that of the online store that I have just discovered. Not only do they have superrrr cute clothes for kids, (just look at that outfit below!) but they also have some stylin' duds for us ladies. Only teeny weeny issue is that they are small fitting, but they are so cheap! Love Korean clothing! Now Jen, walk away from the chocolate...

In the Valley...See!

House No. 2 was cute, cuter than we first thought, with lots of charm and potential. Of course it looked nothing like the photos and needs extending, re-designing, a new kitchen, bathroom, garden upgrade and removal of the 15 pesky pecking chickens. It did have a gnarly adventure, trip over your feet, chaotic vegetable patch, mini forest floor appeal, but the sloping wasn't quite right and the outdoors was definitely in need of some flat grass for cricket stumps. Great light, good energy, good price, but just a bit too teeny for the men in my life!

Oh and as requested, some interior shots for my nosey readers. You know who you are...

And now..guest writer!

Today my chest is puffed up like a Robin's. My very first article has featured in Classic Play, a wonderful American online parenting zine and blog that shares my Brothers Trimm philosophy. The wonder of the internet, really holds no bounds. Imagine, after seeing a very clever party she created for her son, I approached Jennifer Cooper, to see if I could feature her on the BT. That small request has now created an instant kinship and the door to a whole new area for me. To say my eyes are opening to possibilities is an understatement. The power of this machine I hack away at daily is just phenomenal. And to think that I am here in little old Hobart and she, (my namesake!) all the way in beautiful Baltimore, Maryland. Wondrous. I love it!

Want to join me?

So I thought you might like to tag along on our house hunting adventure. It will also be nice for me to log all the places we consider and see how long we'll be led up the garden path til we reach our new front door'.
House No.1. Kingston
No not Jamaica. Had all the qualities, space, but such horrrrible surrounds. Why can people allow sub divisions like this to happen? Ugggly and such a shame. This place had a little creek at the end of the garden too, and a shed for Vinnie...NEXT

Who wouldn't love to have the time to sit leisurely beside the fire, seeping a fine Pinot and transcribe all those recipes scrawled on the back of receipts to custom cards in a box like this? That would be the perfect woman, with the perfect meal repertoire, with the perfect table setting and the perfect life.

Well peughh to that. Instead, at dinnertime tonight, I had one boy pulling my jeans leg so that my pants were dangerously close to showcasing my derriere, the other one, fashioning  an 'empty' flour bag on his head, three bubbling pots on the stove, whinges, moans, I NEED TO TASTE IT....MUMMMMMYYYY.... NOOO I WANT PLAIN PASTA....MUMMMMEEEE...WHAT IS THAT? And then a sudden silence, where I turn around and find my 18 month old sculling the dregs of last nights beer bottle, stolen from the recycling bin.
Just another day in paradise.

No Man's an Island

I'm just a little excited to know that this place is only a couple of hours from Hobart. But at prices starting from $1250 a night, I think I'll be admiring it from afar! Wineglass bay is free though and isn't that a slice of heaven?!

House Hunting

So we think we are now in a position to finally take the plunge. It's taken us long enough but hey, slow and steady wins the race... I had my first experience of property anxiety today after viewing a potential home with all key family members in tow. Oh, except for the cat. Although many positive ticks were, well, ticked, I for one was just a little overwhelmed by the enormity of what we are seriously considering to do.
After a playground session and multiple nappy changing (due to yet another bout of gastro) we were brought sharply back down to earth, and after a list of unemotional pro's and con's we asked the most important question of all.  Is this going to be our home?
With us both agreeing that it was not just right, we breathed an interestingly cohesive sigh of relief and warmed to each others synergy.
Now we go back to our budget, work hard on how to save, realise our dream house is but just that and our reality will not be a 4 bedroom, 2 acre, boys room, guest quarters, kitchen garden, perfectly decorated period home with no cracks!
To still wish for something close is still on my radar and hopefully our move to Tasmania will help us find our new home. Wish us luck!

The Sound of Silence

I knew we would find some really pretty nature spots down here in Tassie but I didn't quite believe we would discover such places of peace. We happened upon Lake Sorell at the weekend, quite by accident and played all alone with only a token fly to interrupt us, while we skipped stones and dodged puddles (and wallaby poo) along the forest tracks. The sky was blue, the air crisp and not a breath touched the surface of the millpond lake. It really would have to be the most perfect spot to meditate and really listen to your inner self. That is until the Murnatrims came along and hurled as many stones and rocks into this peaceful setting as possible! Yes, boys will be boys....