This time last week, I was already flying the silvery-grey skies back to Canberra from Brisbane. One the one hand, I’m astonished that a week has passed since my trip. On the other, this week has been so full of crazy insanity, hysterical laughter, moments of sheer panic, and rather hefty boosts to my self-esteem that the trip also feels like it was a month ago.
I might tell you about what’s been going on this week later down the track. There are certainly entertaining stories to tell, but it’s all a bit too close right now. Those of you who know what I’m talking about… shhh.
After a peaceful night in which I wasn’t the lady woken in the early hours by a baby (Robyn, I’m so sorry I couldn’t share my deep sleep with you), I got up and bounded down to the kitchen. You see, my very-not-subtle hints the previous day about how incredible Robyn’s smoothies always look on her blog had ensured I was getting just such a Robyn-Style Smoothie of Magnificence for breakfast.
Dear Robyn: thank you for making me such a delicious smoothie of frozen strawberries, bananas, raw almond butter, homemade raw vegan cashew ice cream made with young coconuts, and cacao nibs, especially considering the fact you were simultaneously preparing Manus’ bottles for the day. Your ability to pander to my whims with such graciousness whilst multi-tasking in a billion other ways amazes me.
After our smoothies, I accompanied Rob and her mother to their brilliant hairdresser, Julie, where the conversation ranged from Manus’ utter gorgeousness to celebrities to coping with teenage children to asylum seekers and back again to Manus’ utter gorgeousness.
Just see for yourself:
Because Robyn is a truly caring and amazing friend, at the end of her hair appointment she mentioned to Julie that, as I’d said in the car earlier, I’ve been having massive difficulties finding a hairdresser in Canberra who can cut curly hair well.
All of a sudden I was sitting in the hot seat, with Julie showing me nifty styling tricks and offering to open her salon at 8am the next morning, just for me, if I wanted to pop by and get my hair did.
I did. I did want my hair did.
And so, after a Friday night of stealing cuddles with Manus Of The Gorgeous Eyes, Robyn and I woke up bright and early on Saturday morning to squeeze in a hairdressing appointment for me as well as an expedition to the shops to find Rob a dress to wear at Manus’ christening before I flew home.
Of course, there had to be more smoothies. This time, though, we left the Vita-Mix at home and splurged on some Boost Juice creations. Here is the beautiful Robyn, modelling her smoothie…
… and here is me, with mah hair did, drinking my watermelon berry smoothie whilst simultaneously monitoring the movements of the near-bare-chested man behind me who I feared might try to steal my goods.