I hope you all had a lovely Christmas in your part of the world.
Here in Kangarooland it has been warm and sunny. Just how we like our Christmasses!.
This year we made the trek up to the Motherships for Christmas to a little slice of heaven that I have told you about before called Mollymook.
The most important part of the pre-trip preparations involved the long and arduous decision making process of What Yarn To Take.
I had a basket for Things To Crochet While Away, and a smaller bag of yarn which was for Things To Crochet In the Car.
After a long 10 hour drive, we arrived at our destination. I may have shown you this before, but this is my favourite view of Mollymook Beach that signals our arrival. Isn't it amazing?
After settling in at the Mothership and Fatherdoms castle, we all wandered down to the local dog walking beach Narrawallee Beach.
We park our cars in a little car park, then walk a short way through this glorious bushland. Would you like to take a walk with us?
This is Sister Amazonas' Furbaby Phil Collins bringing me the frisbee again for the millionth time. He loves it so much, we're more than happy to oblige. And in case you're wondering, he hasn't quite mastered the drums yet.
Do you have these in your part of the world? Here we call them Christmas Beetles.
I have spent alot of time crocheting in this place on the back deck.
On Christmas Eve Sonofagun No.2 wanted to leave a little something for Santa and the reindeer. Lucky Santa was left a small fruit mince pie, a small bottle of Chivas Regal and a carrot for the reindeer.
Santa is a bit of a pisspot.
Fortunately the Sonofaguns didn't wake us TOO EARLY. SOG1 kept SOG2 preoccupied playing PS3 for a little while.
Sister Amazona made a delicious punch.
It was made from Dry Ginger Ale, Soda Water, Tropical juice, with chopped strawberries and ripped mint leaves.
I made my World's Famous Trifle. The one on the left is the boozy one, and the one on the right is the non- alcoholic one.
This is me on Christmas Eve making the trifles. I must admit the boozy trifle is VERY boozy. I don't tip in a little teaspoons' worth of Sherry. Possibly it might be a fair estimate that maybe almost half the bottle ends up in there. But that's what's SOOOOO damn good about it! Especially the next day when all the sherry has soaked through the cakey bit to the bottom. Manna!
There's absolutely no such thing as a non- boozy trifle unless it's for Aunty Martha Stewart who is very good and doesn't partake, or for young'uns.
Having said that, I'm an Aussie child of the 70s who was allowed to eat the same boozy trifle as the adults, and I turned out alright? (Notice how I finished that sentence with a question mark)
The Motherships Christmas Table.
So I've mentioned my Auntie Martha Stewart many times over the years. She taught me how to crochet when I was pregnant with Sonofagun No.1.
Would you like to meet her?
Tah-dah! Foxy Auntie Martha Stewart (aka Auntie Jane) with some crochet and a cup of tea.
After a day of too much food and alcohol, we all sat in a food stupor and watched a classic Christmas movie Die Hard 2.
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We have played inappropriate card games...
Most days we went for long beach walks...
Wandered around local shops with nice things...
And funny things.
And pretty things.
I finally acquired my very first pair of thongs. I don't really like thongs. I hate having chunky things between my toes. In much the same way with underwear 'thongs': I don't chunky things between my butt cheeks either.
But I needed something to wear for walking to the beach. Mothership bought these pretty ones for me for $5. They matched my toenails so I'm happy to wear them. I felt a little bit more Australian all of a sudden.
After I took my Thong/ Orange Toenail photo, I felt something wriggling under the hem of my dress and this little gecko jumped out. I must admit I kind of squealed like a Choir Boy in a half hearted way. I didn't think it was a spider, so it was more of a fright reaction.
Once I realised it was just this little guy, I caught him to show off to Sonofagun No.2.
He then slowly made his way up my arm....
And into my hair.
He was then released safely into the garden.
Whilst there was lots of beach walking and rock exploring, we only had one occasion when we packed up all of the things to hang out at the beach. I'm not really a fan of sitting at the beach, getting sunburnt, sand in my swimmers, getting eaten by sharks etc, but the Bear wanted to 'hang out at the beach' so I was happy to oblige.
Sonofagun NO.2 floated around on his giant blow up ice block for a while. An old lady wandered over to him because she thought he had fallen asleep.
This was my main beach activity from the entrance of our little beach tent. If you're wondering why there was a lot of rocks around, we were at a sheltered little cove called The Bogeyhole.
So we enjoyed the Fatherdom and Motherships beautiful garden.
Watched fireworks on New Years Eve over Ulladulla Harbour.
After the fireworks, we left the Sonofaguns with the Grandparentals and went to the neighbouring village of Milton for a few quiet ales at a lovely little bar called Harvest. There was live music and funny, drunk locals.
And I crocheted circles
Lots of circles.
Which has continued now at home...
And the circles are becoming squares.
I'm still enjoying the summer holidays with the Sonofaguns. I think these circles will become a blanket but it may take some time.
Thanks for reading! I hope you had a wonderful Summer/ Winter Chrissy & New Year break.
Thanks for hanging out with me last year. Cheers to a very yarny 2017!!
The Red Haired Amazona