Mirror mirror on the wall

I thought I would get a little crafty this year and explore my creativity outside of cakes.  My first project was to do a blackboard for my kitchen.  I was inspired when I was at my friend Keren’s house and she had painted one side of her kitchen wall with blackboard paint.  I would have really loved to have done this too but as I am renting I didn’t think it would go down well at my next house inspection.  So I needed to do something less permanent.

While being lost in wold of Pinterest I found a cool idea that involved getting a framed mirror and converting it to a blackboard.  I found the perfect mirror in Target.  Then I just needed to get some acrylic paint in my favourite colour and pick up the leftover blackboard paint from my Keren.

I had another purpose for this blackboard before it would be hung on my kitchen wall (all will be revealed next post).  Once the perfect quote was found and the blackboard was finished I took it over to Keren’s so she could write the first message on it. She has such beautiful handwriting and I knew she would be perfect for the job.

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My “Before” shot

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Painting it my favorite colour

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It’s looking purdy

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My “After” picture with it hanging on my kitchen wall

 

 

Laughter is the best medicine

My mum introduced me to a BBC series “Call the Midwife,” which is set in the 1950s in the East End of London around a group of midwives. We both fell in love with one of the midwives called Chummy or her formal title Nurse Camilla Fortescue-Cholmondeley-Browne.  She was only ever called that when she was in trouble and that was quite often. Chummy is played by English actor Miranda Hart.  Her character was a very tall and awkward midwife with low self confidence who had the biggest heart.  You felt sorry for her but at the same time you just wanted to sit down with her and spend the afternoon chatting over tea and scones.

Mum and I then got addicted to the Comedy series “Miranda”.  She still plays a tall, physically and socially awkward character.  Several times in each episode she just does something or says something that if that was you, you would just die of embarrassment and want a big hole in the ground to swallow you up.  But is it wrong that I am belly laughing at the same time?

When I saw that Miranda Hart was coming to Melbourne to do a stand up comedy show titled “Work in Progress” I booked 2 tickets.  I decided that the other one was going to be for my Mum for Christmas.  From memory I think I had booked the tickets in October and then had to wait, and bite my tongue until Christmas. Mums face when she saw the tickets was priceless.

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Finally February 10th arrived.  I had had a really bad week and an even worse day that day and even thought about not going as I wouldn’t be very good company.  Thank goodness I decided to put my troubles aside and we went on our merry way to the Athenaeum Theatre.  What a show. I think I was laughing the whole time.  Even in the interval we were laughing again at what we were laughing about in the show.  You could tell she had a very basic outline of how the show would go but she involved the audience and would go off in a tangent in relation to what audience members had said.  I think that takes quite a bit of talent.

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I left the theatre with a smile on my face and happy hormones running though my body. The moral of the night was to just be true to ourselves,  embrace and even own our awkwardness and to just laugh at all those embarrassing moments and remember that we are never going to be perfect as we are a “Work in Progress”.

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“The Voice” auditions – here I come……….NOT

I have always wished I could sing, I used to dream of being picked for a lead role in one of our high school musicals (not to be confused with a series of movies by the same name). I am not sure how I got away with it but in year 7 I auditioned for a year 7-9 musical event. The auditions were held in groups and I sung as softly as I could so as to be drowned out by the others in my group. Somehow I managed to be selected for the chorus in the year 7 number. I remember having to be one of several frogs on lily pads singing Rainbow Connection. I got away with singing softly on stage too.

Where I didn’t get away with singing softly was in my music exams for the Flute. I used to do really well with all the “flute stuff”, but there was always an examinable aural section in each and every exam. I remember having to sing the high or low note of two notes being played on the piano or a short piano tune being played and having to sing that tune back to the examiner. I was always downgraded in this section and each and every time I protested that I played the flute because I couldn’t sing so why should I loose points on a flute exam just because I can’t sing.

So, this isn’t the first time I have been to Karaoke. I have been happy to be an audience member and been in awe of those that could sing or admired those that had the courage to get up and sing and sounded horrible. On the odd occasion I did get up it was always with a group and I always lip synced. If it was good enough for Milli Vanilli, it was good enough for me.

After work one Thursday night two workmates dragged me across to the local bowling alley that has a private karaoke room complete with a prop box. The website stated that there was a charge for the prop box but upon booking the room was told that it was included. I can now see why as there were only a couple of hats in the box.

In a flash Emma and Mengsha picked up the microphones and started belting numbers out. I had to sit back, drink a cider for dutch courage and contemplate the challenge that I had set myself – to actually sing and not lip sync. With loads of encouragement from the girls I got up and at first softly sung into the microphone and then thought who cares and started belting it out. It was loads of fun and I didn’t care that I couldn’t really sing and it didn’t seem to bother the girls. We had a blast and my favourite songs were singing “Under the Sea” putting on funny voices and “I’m a Barbie GIrl” and swapping the voices so Barbies voice was deep like she had been taking too many roids and Ken’s voice was high pitched like he had been kicked where it hurts.

So “The Voice” auditions here I come……. NOT. I will be in awe of those that can sing and admire those that have the courage to get up and sing when they sound horrible. But as far as me auditioning, I think I shall pass.

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