I’ve been feeling stupidly lonely lately. I think I’m travel-sick, to be honest. I miss new cities and my friends overseas, and I miss ignoring the state of my finances.
I think that’s why today was so very wonderful. Instead of the usual pattern of home -> uni -> home, I met my wonderful mother for a walk around Floriade, Canberra’s gorgeous springtime flower festival. And it felt like an escape, a holiday, a breath of glorious (literal and metaphorical) fresh air.
I haven’t been to Floriade in years. Last time I went I was in Year 7, and was absolutely mortified to be out in public with my parents. You know how you sometimes see teenagers walking five metres behind their parents, with that expression of “please please please don’t let any of the cool kids from school see me right now” on their faces? That used to be me. (Wasn’t it all of us, at one point or another?)
This time, though, I was inordinately happy to be spending time with my mother, who didn’t bat an eyelid when I asked her to take a photo of me in one of my new dresses “because my blog-friends want to see it”. So, blog-friends? I hope you weren’t lying, because I’ll look silly if you were.
I always tease my parents for taking billions of photos of flowers when they’re on holiday, but apparently the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
I was also glad my mother was with me today because I could thereby introduce her to my new boyfriend: the charming, stable, vegetarian, and wild-when-he-wants-to-be Mr Lake George Zebra.
He was even happy to colour co-ordinate with me, so that Mum would be doubly impressed. What a catch.
This is my “the wind is interfering with my Zebra-loving” face. As you can probably tell, it’s not a face I make often.
In fact, Mum was so happy with my choice of a man that when we chanced upon a stall selling gorgeous jewellery, she offered to let me choose one for myself.
Who knew my mother was into the jewellery pick-and-dash?
I jest, I jest. She absolutely paid for it. Thank you, Mum! I love the necklace, and I promise to wear it lots and lots in the coming months. I also promise that I did like the Vienna almonds and macadamias you bought, although that lamb korma we tried was initially a bit bland for me (I enjoyed the heat at the end, though).
I also fell head-over-heels for the soy latte I had whilst sitting by the lake with my generous mother, as I usually opt for long blacks. Did anyone else know that Vitasoy has a soy milk designed for coffee-making? I actually got to enjoy a soy milk latte with legitimately creamy foam and no curdling. I even put sugar in it. It was kinda like dessert, but caffeinated. Magic!
But oh no! Disaster strikes! Look at the photo above. Me and my coffee, right? All fine there?
You need to look closer.
Apparently, at some point before taking this photo I had a terrible catastrophe. I can’t quite remember what happened, but I think my hand got attacked by a 19th-century cotton-spinning machine which ripped my thumb and pinkie off. What other reason could there be for my having only three fingers on my left hand?
I’m like a Simpsons’ character, but with even less digits.
(Honestly? When I first saw that photo I laughed so hard I cried. And that’s absolutely not an exaggeration; there were tears. After all, it’s not every day you get to see what you’d look like as a three-pronged alien.)
But you know what? Mr Zebra loves me anyway, and we’re going to live happily ever after eating grass and patting each other. So there.