13/15: grief quote in memory of mum’n’dad


Grief Quote

Fourteen years ago today, a double funeral was held for my parents, who died a day apart. Devastated, at the time we were sustained by the belief that at least they were together. A couple of months later that didn’t seem fair, because that meant we were orphans. Although we were fully-grown adults, most with families of our own, that sense of utter loss was overwhelming. Well-meaning comments of “they had a good innings” were not appreciated, although they were made by those trying to be helpful.
However, time passes and the grief can take a back seat, with fond memories and recollections taking the place of that all-encompassing sense of loss.

The above quote, by an unknown author, is calligraphed by me, in Ronde Character, with love.

5/15: lilies for a lost loved one

Symbolically, lilies have been used at funerals to represent the restored innocence of the departed soul. Though there was no actual funeral for my dear departed friend, my blooming lilies give pause for thought. Funerals aren’t actually for the deceased, but for the living who are left behind. Without some sort of memorial service, there seems to be a lack of closure, and we are left to deal with our grief in different ways.

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132/366: blog awards

Please excuse my ignorance, those people who have nominated me for awards. Because I am a relatively new blogger, when it said I was nominated, I was waiting to see who won! Since I heard nothing, I assumed that I hadn’t.

Now, having been nominated again, this time for a Lovely Blogger Award, by Amy@afternoonpopcornsnack, I realise that I was supposed to take action.

Duh! Sorry about that. So, are these awards a little like a chain letter? You nominate various people, recommend blogs, encouraging others to visit all the sites. And on it goes. However, I guess if it develops more traffic to our blogs, and potentially more readers, why not? After all, we don’t write only for ourselves, or else we would just keep a journal, or do scrapbooking.

Thank you to frenchfry36 for information on adding the image of the blog award to this post.

The other nominations were from intergenerational, for a Versatile Blogger Award, but I think that one was for my scootinsandi blog. I think beingjulz also did. Apologies again for being so slow catching on! Perhaps I was having a blonde moment?

May I be cheeky and combine my tasks into one? Here then are my nominations:

1.  aussiesinfrance

2.  photobotos.com

3.  adetailedhouse

4.  sarahtakespictures.com

5.  steeshes.wordpress.com

6.  littlegreybox.wordpress.com

7.  notquiteold.wordpress.com

Please excuse me if I do 7-7; that’s seven blogs to look at and seven things about me. Haven’t you heard – rules were made to be broken? Most people don’t have time to check out fifteen blogs so I’m making an executive decision to decrease it to the 7-7 rule (refer above). Now, about me:

1. I am having trouble ageing gracefully

2. I am now addicted to blogging

3. I live in Melbourne, Victoria, Australia

4. I love speaking French, and would love to be fluent

5. I would love to own a place in France

6. I am writing a novel

7. I appear to love starting sentences with “I” – perhaps because I’m Sandi with an “i”?

Thank you for coming to visit princessprattles; hope you come back again!!

size does matter

Now that I have your attention, let it be known we are not travelling down that particular path, and if you don’t know what that path is, just ignore this sentence and read on.

The question that interests me is: why is it that females, in general, have such a fetish about the size on the tags of the clothes they wear? I myself have fallen into that trap in the past. Years ago, there was a mauve dress and jacket that was on sale, (yes another net in which we can be entangled), so I tried it on. Because it was a good price and fitted reasonably, the main reason I had to buy it was that it was a Size 10. I did find a few functions to wear it to, but the specific selling point was its size. And who would read the tag anyway?? (except me)

However, unbeknownst to some, sizing has changed. The Size 10 of yesteryear is the Size 8 of today. So don’t get too excited when you have “gone down a size.” Even Kath and Kim on TV make remarks about “A Country Road Size 10,” as that brand is of a generous fit.

Australia has entered the obesity challenge and per capita, is larger than America. Frightening but true. Statistics don’t lie. But then again, did you know that 87% of statistics are made up on the spot? Just like I did then.

I have finally realised that it doesn’t matter what size the actual tag says, but whether the garment fits well. The tighter a piece of clothing is, the harder it is to look slim. We may not all be slim, but at least if the clothes you are wearing are not skin tight (think of those dreaded muffin tops, where the pants are so tight the fat just oozes out like a freshly-baked Texas muffin).

Here’s my challenge: next time you are in the fitting room, take a few of the same items in different sizes, from the size you are going to be by summer, the size you think you actually are, to the next size or two up, mix them up so that you don’t know which one is what size, and then choose the one that looks the best. Quite often you may find that the one slightly larger is that one. So be it. No-one need be the wiser, but you may in fact receive more compliments for having tricked yourself.

petrol price war

This petrol price war is between me, myself and I. Are you a slave to these “save four cents a litre” or sometimes “save eight cents a litre” fuel vouchers, to the point where you inadvertently miss getting it at the most reasonable price?

At different times of the week the prices at the pumps fluctuate, but have you noticed that the days have changed? I used to think that I must get my petrol by Thursday, when costs usually escalated in accordance with both payday and the imminent weekend. Now it’s gone all topsy-turvy and petrol went up yesterday, on a Tuesday. Where is the sense in that?

Okay, now to buy a litre of unleaded is about 147 cents, whereas if I had just filled up on Monday, without a voucher, it was about 132 cents. Now even if I use one, I am still paying 143 cents for each litre of “gold.” I remember way back in 1979 I could fill my little Datsun 120Y tank for a total of $8.00!

I can be free. I can ignore these vouchers and just fill up as required. When I do the sums it is only a matter of $2.00 that I have been quibbling over. Less than the price of a coffee.