Monthly Archives: July 2011

Background Story: The Best of Friends

We were angry. She’d missed her flight, then she said she couldn’t see us until the next day, she had other plans. Ugh, we’d cancelled everything to see her. But most of all I think we were angry because we knew how little time we would have together, and just how precious that time was. When we reunited, everything melted away, our eyes welled up, and we threw our arms around each other, the three of us.

Okay, you may think I’m being a little over-dramatic, but Aveline completes the puzzle. Elizabeth and I are bread and butter, but Aveline is the honey…or more likely, the avocado. We are more than friends, we’re family; the three amigas.

I met Aveline at the spanish church when we were six or seven and I instantly didn’t like her. She was my competition and I was jealous. We would fight over who would sing the lead part in the choir, and I’d groan with envy whenever she was chosen. She had a way with words that made people listen, and I was shy and bossy. Somehow, and I don’t know when, we became friends.

Meanwhile, I had met Elizabeth at another church. Elizabeth was splendid. She took me under her wing and made me feel welcome; her big heart shining through her very pores. I’d love to take credit for bringing these two together, but they met at school while I was meeting them at church, and as time passed we found ourselves spending hours together at one-another’s houses. We spent so much time together that our families became great friends.

this is Aveline, me (don’t ask about the hair!), and Elizabeth back in 2001

Ave and I in her old backyard by the pool in good ole ’99


Aveline and Elizabeth posing for the camera…with a hairbrush and mirror?! haha.

At the end of 2002 or the beginning of 2003, Aveline’s family decided to move to Sydney. We found out two days before they left and we were devastated. Perth is the most isolated city in the world and flying over to see each other wouldn’t be easy. It was years before we would see each other again. You can imagine the tears that were shed as Aveline boarded the plane.

This is the three of us (Me, Aveline and Elizabeth) at the airport when Ave left. Just before we all started crying.

Liz and I were so lonely without Ave.

Eventually she was able to visit, she came over for my 18th birthday. Since then, since finishing school, it’s been a little easier to go back and forth to see each other. But there is still always a pang of loss whenever the goodbyes are said. One day, I hope we all live in the same city again. Until then, I continue to send my love from Perth.

Me and Ave last week on her visit


I am freezing

My fingers are numb with cold. Our cheap little heater died last night and it’s time to update. I handle the cold like a polar bear in the desert. Very poorly! Right now my fingers are numb and my nose is icy. I just feel like melting into my bed and dying. Yes, that may have been a slight exaggeration.

I told my friend that I blame my ancestry for how badly I handle the cold. She responded with: doesn’t it snow in Chile though? Okay, you’ve got a point, I was born in Chile, where you’ll find the likes of the always-snow-covered Andes Mountains, but come on, my peeps are from Spain…you know… that Mediterranean country, with a Mediterranean climate!

I think it’s time to go warm up now. Brrr.

Wood fired pizza anyone?

Fresh Start

So the last week I’ve been keeping very busy preparing for my new course.

I wrote a while back that I had been accepted into a photography course at Curtin. I’ve been super excited about this for soooo long. I thought the day would never come when I’d find myself sitting in a lecture theatre, surrounded by creative minds…learning!

Today was that day!

I’ve been so psyched that I even moved my whole study into the spare room. Yep, we now have two study’s. Lynden’s and mine. Disgracefully, I left Lynden’s study in complete and utter chaos when I moved everything. My new study on the other hand is almost completely spotless. I have to get onto that ASAP!

I have so many things going on in my head right now. I want to write a list. Yes yes, I will write a list and keep my scattered thoughts organised. Then, I’ll blog about it.

For now though, here are a couple of images I stumbled upon when I checked my old Canon IXUS90 today. The quality isn’t perfect, but it was nice taking a short trip back into March. Which really isn’t that long ago now that I think about it.

Me and my darling Elizabeth (not sure what’s going on with my face).


Crazy Kids

So it turns out there’s not a lot to talk about at a 17th, er, so how’s school lately? I think that’s why these guys had so much fun on the dance floor (aka. my parents family room). I should clarify, that’s why all the girls had so much fun dancing while the boys played pool. Ok ok, yeah I’m only 22 so I’m pretty young myself, but you can feel the difference in energy already.

This is my sister’s bestie Macauley. Elizabeth and I have adopted her as our daughter…we’re not sure who the father is, I say it’s Liz coz she’s taller.

So this is Elizabeth giving me a cheeky grin. I like to refer to this picture as the placebo.

This picture on the other hand is the real deal. If you’re not impressed by that hair, I’m not sure I can do much more for you.




Tomorrow is my sister’s 17th birthday party. We’ve already celebrated together with the extended family on her actual birthday in June, but this one is going to include all her friends and is a music themed dress-up. I’m not sure if I’ll get a chance to take any pictures…I may just be distracted by the chocolate fondue fountain ;) otherwise, I’ll post some pictures next week.

Happy weekend.


Elizabeth and Nismo

Visiting my darling Elizabeth is the highlight of my day, no matter what day it is. We are soulmates. Best friends. Sisters.

I asked her if I could bring my camera along on this particular visit and she just couldn’t refuse. She knows how quickly I melt at the sight of her new darling little kitten Nismo. He’s grown so much since Elizabeth and Jamie first got him. He’s about three months old now and he’s still so tiny.

He has the cutest little serious face, so a lot of the time he looks really grown up, yet you watch him play and instantly you realise how small he really is. His young playful spirit cannot be contained, even as his eyes start to close with sleepiness, he perseveres.

I don’t have any pictures of Nismo with his papa bear Jamie, who also happens to be Liz’s boyfriend and our good friend, but I’m sure he’ll pop up on my blog sooner rather than later.

After all the hard playing we did, little Nismo’s eyes slowly and grudgingly began to close.

He seemed very pleased to be finally wrapped up on his mothers warm lap.


Nine Weeks On…

A couple of months ago I posted a few pictures of my new little cousin Levi. On Saturday I grabbed a few more pictures of him and I’m just amazed by how much he’s grown already. In these pictures he is exactly nine weeks old.

Here, he is being held by my lovely sister-in-law Bec.

I love his little smile as he stairs right into his momma’s eyes. Bless. He kept smiling every time he heard Tash’s voice, that’s the beauty of motherhood I guess, that deep connection. I also love my brother smiling in the background. It’s always hard getting him or my dad to have an authentic smile in pictures.

And here is a picture of Levi with his first-time dad, Billy. They’re both giving me their best Zoolander look :)


Reflections: June 2011

The transition between June and July has proven to be a lot more lively than I remember it being last year. With an array of birthday’s and dates, the last few days have been fun and dizzying. I had almost forgotten what a home-cooked meal tasted like, I’ve been privileged with delicious restaurant meals all week!

I really enjoyed doing the photography challenge last month, even though I lost track of the days a little towards the end. The next challenge will be a good way to test whether or not I can improve on that. My lowest point in June was getting sick. I used to get sick a lot when I was younger, so I’m not complaining. But it is always worse than you remember when you’re actually in it.

Still, no matter how sick or tired, I can never say no to chocolate ice cream. It’s my kryptonite. If someone came into my room right now with a huge bowl of deliciously cold chocolate ice cream, I would devour it in an instant. No, that’s a lie, I’m actually a really slow eater. Rather, I would slowly appreciate every mouthful until the bowl was completely empty. With all the birthdays lately I’ve gotten to enjoy a lot of ice cream, thank you friends and family for being born…and celebrating it! Cold weather can’t keep me away from ice cream. Good work June and July, keep it up :)

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