Bad Little Blogger

by | Jul 3, 2011 | Little Domesticity, Little Life, PERSONAL AND FAMILY | 2 comments

Oh my, oh my. I have not been a very good little blogger, now have I???

I have lots and lots and lots to say and seemingly no time to say it. I have very quickly fallen out of all the routines I had going. Blogging and the gym – I can not fathom how I used to do those things??? And it was a mere month ago that they were firmly ingrained.

I am slowly (re)falling in love with this place but it has been a bumpy road. I was so charmed by the retro-vibe that I missed the one hard truth:


Retro wallpaper – yes! Retro carpet – no. 

And that our previous place was BRAND SPANKING, any DNA is our DNA, NEW does not help matters.

I had romantic notions but what I got was peeling wallpaper and a toilet that required A KNIFE to chip the black putrescence from. 

Also, there are smells. Musty smells. Doggy smells. Smells that don't belong to us smells.

So, it must be said, my OCD has taken a flogging these past weeks.

But when all is said and done, I do feel that we are home.

And the one part I would not trade for all the brand new kitchens in the world; our landlord.

He is approachable; he is interesting; he is a bringer of homemade jam – a bloody gem of a man, he is.

After the experience we had with our last landlord? You can not put a value on that.

Additionally, as evidenced by the photo below, he clearly has a sense of humour.

  Dalai Lama in Tibet?Buddha under fire

I will be back soon with stuff not relating to the move – maybe. But then again, you would probably do well to expect a lot more posts about moving because for the love of god, I can think of nothing else.

As always, The Little Mumma loves you!

Hello friends


I’m Angie!  I mum. I write. I wife. My husband would say this is the correct order.  He’s so neeeedy. I live with my family in Melbourne, Australia, where I complain about the weather for 90% of the year – but I can’t imagine living anywhere else. Except maybe in Lake Como, waving to my neighbours George and Amal each morning.

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  1. melbo

    Yes retro is overetrorated, that’s all I can say.

    Our place prior to this was a perfect time capsule of 1970 except that I’m damn sure in 1970 the kitsch had some gloss about it. I could well imagine Mary Tyler Moore, swinging through the door after work. Alas, I am not her and even she would have screamed at the fecking CARPET in the BATHROOM that surely only a person with a mental disorder would have thought was a good idea.

    But I digress. And blogjack simultaneously.

    I’m so glad you are settling in but don’t fret at how long it is taking. The process is painfully slow at the best of times let alone when you still have people to feed and keep an eye on. And we all know in a new place, it takes us time to find the potential hazards but kiddies are very good at pointing them out I’ve found.

    It appears though that your home security system of watchful Buddha and battle ready soldiers will stand you in good stead.

    See you when you’re good and ready.

  2. Angie @ The Little Mumma

    Mel, you might have discussed this with me before I signed the lease for “AntLand” – yes, we now have ants. Sigh.


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