Anniversary Surprise

To celebrate a significant anniversary, J wanted to give her husband something personal, beautiful and unique.  What else would there be?

Nothing could say “I love you” better than a  framed sexy portrait of yourself.

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B is for Bella

Happy Birthday to an adorable little 3 year old.

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Crossfit Heaven

I’m lucky enough to be part of a Crossfit community.  It’s intense, challenging, and totally awesome.  I’m really sore most days, my hands are calloused or blistered, my shins are almost always grazed and banged up,  I can’t walk up or down stairs without a moan and groan, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.  Crossfitters create themselves, striving for better times, more flexibility, greater strength; insisting their minds get in line with what their bodies WILL achieve.  I thrive on that positivity.  I am part of achievement every day.  It’s so good to be caught in that forward momentum.  I can’t help but be better.

Who doesn’t love a dress up?

When I was a girl I couldn’t get enough of the dress up box.  I was forever donning a costume to transport me to the awesome land of super hero’s or I’d chuck on one of Mum’s ‘going out’ dresses and immediately be transformed into the most glamourous movie star.

It wasn’t just me who liked dressing up.  Every little kid loved it.

As I got older the dress ups became more normal –  a blue light disco, a special birthday party, or a family dinner at a restaurant.  Gone were the outlandish, impractical, ill fitting alter egos.  Gone were the visits to other worlds, times and places.  Why did they go?  Why did I stop dressing up?  I’ve got no idea.  Is it maturity?  Or child development?  Do other toys or trends command our attention leaving the dress up box neglected and ripe for the clutter cull that all Mum’s inevitably insist on?

What I do know is that it comes back.  The urge to dress up, often the more outrageously the better, returns………with a vengeance.  Fancy dress parties, costume gala’s, work and school free dress days, the cricket, all arranged to cater for our need to be someone or something different.   We can’t get enough of it.  Costume and fancy dress shops are doing a roaring trade.

It’s just a guess but I think we’re playing.  I think the Little Doer inside us is screaming so hard to be let out now and again that we have to reach for our fairy dress or Light sabre and go and save the world.  May the Force be with you.

This gorgeous girl came to the studio and got into the spirit of dress ups without any hesitation.  She channelled the spirit and energy of a beautiful screen goddess from yesteryear.  An absolute pleasure to photograph.

Huey, Dewey and Louie……xxx

What do you get when you cross a smooth, brooding thinker with a gorgeous, energetic go-getter and then throw in a carer with uncompromising integrity and a wicked sense of humour?  Answer:  A beautiful family creating beautiful pictures.

Doer of the Day

Today’s Little Doer is my tea-cup.  I haven’t  used it for a while, preferring instead the convenience of the humongous coffee mugs in the cupboard above the kettle.  My tea-cup was in my special cupboard along with the cheese board my Dad made me and the silverware for entertaining.  Special cupboard is code for love, but never use cupboard.  I’m glad I dug it out.

Using my tea-cup makes me feel special.  It’s a celebration every time I boil the kettle.  I love the shape of the handle, and it’s limited capacity – forcing me to savour every sip.  I love that I can only fit two fingers in the handle and my pinky sticks up in the air making me feel a tiny bit posh.  The thing I love most about my tea-cup is that it makes me slow down, if only in my head.  The special event that is having a cup of tea in my tea-cup takes me to a sunny spot with a comfy arm chair and a magazine, while in reality I might be making dinner, loading the washing machine and mediating between two feuding children.  I wonder where I’d escape to if I had a POT of tea.  

Lisa’s Little Doers List

The saying goes a happy wife equals a happy life, and while I have no intention of debunking its merit, I’m more inclined to subscribe to my mantra – Kids happy playing, Mummy isn’t slaying!  My husband has the patience of a Saint but I must confess I have a very low pain threshold for my argumentative, antagonistic, screaming, fighting, beautiful Little Doers.

To ease my pain I employ a number of strategic manoeuvres .  My ‘go to’ move is GET THEM OUT!  Fresh air, lot and lots of space and a Tonka truck or two.  These trucks have saved my sanity on more occasions than I can remember.  Smash up derby’s, running races, sand castle mayhem, playground excavation, busy bees, and the list goes on.  When the trucks are in play it’s not out of the realms of possibility for me to indulge in a magazine or two.  The humble Tonka truck has a very special place in my heart and is positioned very high on Lisa’s little Doer List.

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