Archive for November 2010

proud gardeneress!

Well. Clearly I’m doing something right, or the conditions in my house are just THAT conducive to plantlife. Everything I have is flourishing wildly!

See these succulents below – it’s been a month and they’re already out-growing their container. I’ve never ACTUALLY had much luck with succulents (pathetic, right?!) and this is just unprecedented for me!

succulent pot plant

I hear you scoff. Yes, I know succulents are mean to be idiot proof. But look! Even my garden is turning vibrant colours:

mini rose-like shrubs

I don't know what these are, but they're rose-like and thorny...

And the ultimate win is this – Anita bought me this plant 2 years ago, and told me it was idiot proof. Clearly, she lied, I hadn’t been able to get it to flower beyond a few pathetic sprinkles here and there. UNTIL NOW! I’ve now managed to position it in a part of my house that evidently has the perfect growing conditions for it – and LOOK! It’s also grown about 3/4 inch taller – something it hasn’t done in the 2 years I’ve owned it.

flowering pot plant

I know this has been a boring post for those of you not plant inclined – but this, for me, is an achievement of huge proportions. I’d never gardened in my life, and until 2 months ago, lived in an apartment and was RENOWN for having black thumbs. I can’t tell you how many plants I’ve err… damaged. Whether it has been my learning of how plants work, happy coincidence in conditions in my house, or simply more care-factor on my part, I don’t care. It’s gratifying and wonderful.

the magic carpet

When we were in Singapore, S and I bought a couple of carpets – much cheaper than in Australia, and far superior silk, finely made with rich colours, and OH so luxurious!

We weren’t sure if we got it entirely right until we carted them home, and to our relief, it added dramatic flair to my favourite section of the home (see happiness inducement number 3 in this previous post) – the bar in the dining room.

bar/dining room with silk carpet

We still need more decor type things to tie in the colours properly, but for now we’re just proud that we guesstimated the size and style so well! Plus, it feels incredibly soft underfoot. Some days, I just want to lie on it. (And those of you that visit… from now onwards we have become a shoes-off house!)

love is…

Last night, one of my closest girlfriends got married to an incredible man – I’ve been drafting a blog post about it but choosing the right photos out of 250 shots of gorgeousness is proving difficult, so you’ll just have to wait a little longer to get a sneak peek of her beautiful wedding that was filled with love.

What was a nice aside was that S and I finally got to take some photos all dressed up – because of the back injury we haven’t really been out, much less gotten frocked up for an event. I asked the lovely Noel to step outside and snap a few quick shots of us… it was too good an opportunity to pass up!

Sharon Pakir & Steve Krygger

I love this man, I really do. Yesterday, in particular, there were many reasons to love him. To start with, I was in pain and rushing to get ready for the wedding in 20 minutes flat, and hadn’t eaten for 14 hours. That is a lethal combination. And all he did as I ran around, squawking at him, shrilly snapping out demands and grumbles, was benignly ignore me, and help me get myself together to leave the house.

Shan & Steve

All the way to the wedding, in the car, I muttered and huffed about how I didn’t feel pretty, how I was so hungry I could bite his arm, and discovered I’d brought the wrong envelope for the wedding card (oh, the shrieks of despair). Don’t judge me – when I don’t eat, I am a lunatic. You probably are too, so there.

Calmly, he kept reassuring me about how stunning I was, pulled into a service station so I could pick up a chocolate bar and a new wedding card envelope, and kept holding my hand tight, reminding me about how exciting it was that Liz was getting married.

Sharon Steve

Finally, he became, as usual, my hero. I am still angry with my back for not managing to hold up all night, but after all the speeches, the pain set in pretty crazily. I disappeared to the bathroom, where Gemma later found me, teary and distraught. S got the maitre’d to organise a back laneway exit for us (so we wouldn’t disrupt the happy merry-making), helped me hobble to the car, sat with me whilst I lay down and collected myself.

When it was obvious that I wasn’t going to recover (but I was too confused and discombobulated from the pain to be lucid), he made the executive decision that we had to leave, escorted me back, explained to everyone that we were going, collected my various girly accompaniments (purse, shawl, camera), and swept me home swiftly to a hot water bottle, cuppa tea, and a warm blanket on the couch.

What a man.

I know that all the above seems so.. normal. Why WOULDN’T you expect your partner to be so utterly thoughtful, loving, patient and wonderful? Why would you be with them otherwise? Yet, I know that I have been in relationships where all the above would not have been sure things, and I know of relationships that don’t have the same support and adoration.

Most certain of all, I know of no man who completes me more on so many levels, in addition to doing all those things above, and makes me feel so loved, adored, so special, so relaxed, and like life is complete.

steve kissing sharon

happiness is…

Friends gathered on your deck on a sunny day, supping on glasses of wine, with yummy food scattered around. Hands reach for treats, glasses clinking, giggles and sounds of happy conversation for hours on end, as we lounge, relax and enjoy the wonderment of our diverse crew, and how we all come together so effortlessly. So much happiness, so much to celebrate, we are such lucky people.

entertaining friends at home

merriment!

a great dance studio

When I was in Kuala Lumpur a few weeks ago, I had the opportunity to teach a Ladies Styling & Spinning workshop. The workshop was hosted by Jaxen of Rhythm Identity Dance Academy, on extremely short notice (I wasn’t going to teach on this holiday as I wanted a break for my back… then changed my mind!)

All the regular things about organising a workshop were handled extremely professionally – it struck me as being rather positive that Jaxen, amazingly, filled the workshop up within 2 days of advertising it. Negotiations with him were professional, easy, and swift, just the way I like it. Decisions were made that benefited all parties. I was impressed, and I hadn’t even reached KL yet, and whilst I’d met Jaxen and his team briefly at various Asian Salsa events, I had never worked with him or created a real relationship as yet.

Sometimes when working with international organisers, you get a good feel for whether it’s going to be a positive experience, and sometimes, you get the dread creeping over you about the professionalism of who you are working with. This was all positive, professional, and had the airy feel of something that was going to be effortless! Yay!

Nothing, however, prepared me for how incredibly inspiring my visit to Jaxen’s studio was. Firstly, one of his instructors, Harry, picked me up from my hotel. In the car, we chatted about many things, but what stood out firmly was that Harry was exceedingly loyal to Rhythm Identity, and also gave me a good idea of what a wonderful community it was. Check, check, check. I love seeing that in the people I work with.

Next, we got to the studio. I was welcomed ever so warmly by the RI team. Their studio was incredibly gorgeous – it was obvious that someone had put in a lot of work to make it a welcoming space for dance, and a very clean and comfortable place for a community to grow. I didn’t get any photos, but the main things I noticed were:

  • the decor in the studio was stunning, with warm coloured walls, inspiring photos and posters, wall to wall mirrors etc
  • little touches – aromatherapy candles, it smelled wonderful, flowers, clear signage for everything
  • extremely clean! the bathrooms were spotless, the floors and mirrors were sparkling. Shoes weren’t allowed in the studio at all unless dance shoes which I thought was a fabulous idea.

It was the kind of dance studio that people would want to come in and learn in, that was warm, welcoming and clean, and so professional that you’d feel that you were paying for an experience that was fabulous at the end of the long work day.

I loved the experience of teaching in that studio – When we opened Spin City Dance, one of the things that drew us to our gorgeous property were its beauty, its great feel, the professional look of it, its chandeliers and high ceilings, a dance studio we would be proud of and that matched our team’s dedication to our craft and customer experience. Rhythm Identity seems to have the same desire to create a wonderful dance experience, a property that makes you feel like being a dancer and part of the community, and a team that welcomes international talent to better themselves constantly.

It pleased and inspired me immensely to work in the Rhythm Identity studio and be so overjoyed at seeing a growing and emerging dance company provide such a fabulous experience for its students. If you’re in KL and wanting to do some dancing, look upĀ Jaxen and his crew – a genuine bunch of people, they’ll ensure you have a wonderful time and leave you remembering what being part of this crazy dance community is all about.

And all of you that attended the workshop – I had a fabulous time and it was a perfect time to get back into teaching after my injury. THANK YOU for coming on such short notice, and I hope to be back in KL very sooooooon!

Rhythm Identity/Spin City/Sharon Pakir Salsa Ladies Styling & Spinning workshop in KL

post workshop happiness!

only slightly hysterical

I lived in an apartment for 7 years, meaning my comfort with insects, vermin, and other pests was greatly controlled and exposure was rare. Basically anything that could GET to the 20th floor, was all I knew of, and could tolerate. Creepy crawlies are not for me. *shudder*

Since moving into our house, I’ve somehow overcome much of this squeamishness, and have tolerated the co-existence of spiders, some small bugs, and various flying things that seem to emerge as the weather warms up. I even sometimes sit in the garden, enjoying the serenity, scents from the lovely flowers, and work in the sun, even though I know I am being exposed to the dangers of these critters. Yes. THE DANGERS OF WORKING IN YOUR OWN GARDEN. I brave them!

Until a few days ago, when I found these:

unknown insect

argh!

Major shriek moment right?

unidentified insect

omg what if it morphs into a giant human eating monster!?

scary bug

this one was about to chomp on me. I know it.

What are they? Are they going to kill me? Do they bite? Are they poisonous? Do they fly? Is it an infestation? HELP. SAVE ME FROM THE GIANT 2 INCH LONG SCARY LOOKING BUGS. Please help me enjoy my garden again by either helping me identify that it’s HARMLESS, or helping me with plans to obliterate them because I’m sure they are actually dangerous and death causing.

being trumped by life and you

Yes, you. All of you friends and family that play Words with Friends with me! I was going through my phone’s photos and chuckled when I saw this. Check the dates. At a time when I was superbly drugged up on painkillers, getting whupped by life and pain, and altogether feeling prettttty pathetic on my loungeroom floor, I was also being consistently beat by ALL OF YOU! *shakes fist*

being beaten at scrabble

what?! no handicap's handicap?!

One would think I would’ve been having some compassion or something from the very people who purport to love me, but no. Alas, NO!

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