Cemetery Junction

Occasionally I'll see a film that I completely fall in love with. They're usually ones that have me feeling good, without it being too cheesy. A bit like a good salad.

Tonight we watched a British film called Cemetery Junction. If you Google reviews you'll read two opposing opinions (isn't that the case with most films?). I sided with those that loved the movie.

Despite what other's say, I always think it's important to sample things for yourself - just like food and wine. Taste it and make your own judgements.

Patrick and I were left feeling warmed. We enjoyed the cinematography, the 1973 setting and felt the balance between belly laughs and touching moments was just right. We are just about to climb into bed now and are both feeling uplifted. Isn't that a nice way to end the day? (especially one that's been wet and cold).

Until tomorrow, ensure that you sample life's offerings and make your own mind up.

Grace xx

Life's a Beach

The difference between life being a b*tch or a beach is often determined by one's flexibility, attitude... and two letters.

Take my recent India debacle. What started out as an act of spontaneity, born out of the spirit of generosity, quickly turned into poop pie.

My first thought was that I was on the wrong path and that the universe was conspiring against me. Truth is, I was impatient. Instead of waiting till I had firmly secured the visa in my hands, I took a risk - albeit a calculated one.

When it blew up in my face (the plan, not the visa), I got into such a spin that I really believed life had just turned into a b*tch.

Two days later, I find myself in sultry Penang spending quality time with a couple I have known and loved since I was fifteen years young. They are the parents of Project Grace 2010's No.1 commenter and winner of the Eiffel Tower key ring - Mr. Garrie aka Top Gun Tenor.

While I may not be in India doing the groundwork for the humanitarian project I aim to launch in 2011 (still can't say more than that), I am recharging my batteries and feeding my soul (not to mention my taste buds - the food here is AMAZING) on an island that is famous for its beaches.

So in the end, being flexible of mind and positive in attitude helped turn my annoyingly frustrating and somewhat stressful situation around. Oh, and the two letters that determine the difference between life being a b*tch or beach, are what you repeat to yourself over and over, and OVER again... O, K.

Until tomorrow, remember that all is OK even when you think it's not.

Grace xx

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Happy Little Camper

Something happened today.

I woke up feeling lighter than ever. In fact, I may have literally jumped out of bed.

I felt as though I had ants in my pants and all I wanted to do was, wait for it, washing!

Before my routine morning visit to the throne, I immediately started sorting out darks, lights, reds, towels and Lycra (being married to a cyclist means that anything shiny and stretchy is in a wash class of its own).

Perhaps airing the emotional laundry of yesteryear has motivated me to get stuck in today's pile of dirty linen, sooner than rubbing sleep out of my eyes.

When thinking of a photo that would represent how I'm feeling right now, a happy little camper, I couldn't go past these little beauties.

As you may have guessed from yesterday's mega-post, I have a penchant for shoes. These little Camper's (pictured) were a gift I purchased for myself in Sydney in 2002 (they're close to being vintage). They were my personal reward for winning the $15,000.

I would have NEVER spent over $230 on a pair of casual flip flop sandals (normally I'd wait for them to go on sale and if I missed out, console myself with "they weren't meant to be"). However the deal I made with myself after winning the money was to buy one thing that I 'wouldn't ordinarily buy', as the bulk of the money was going to something sensible - our house deposit.

These old-timer's are a perfect representation of how I'm feeling today. Playful, quirky, girlie and free. Oh, and just for the record, he loves me.

Until tomorrow, may tending yesterday's laundry give you a clean start today.

Grace xx