If the Knickers Fit....

It's all organised and I'm just starting to get the inevitable butterflies. I went in to Eves Gift today to try on my "costume" for Saturday's viewing. For those of you who don't know I'm involved in a fund raiser for the WCH. My friends and family are sponsoring me to wear a skimpy nightie in the window of a boutique lingerie shop. It will be interesting to say the least.

It was difficult to find something in the shop that I was willing to wear and that wouldn't let the punters down. I have to show a bit of skin or all the lovely people who have sponsored me will be yelling "cop out" at me through the glass. On the other hand no one wants to see post pregnancy belly skin so I had to be prudent without be frigid, so to speak.

I think, on the day, I'll take a book. I then only have to look at those who tap on the window to get my attention. I'll take "The Consolations of Philosophy". It won't be the first time philosophy has been used as a buffer to help overcome moments of doubt and pure, unrefined fear.

It's the little moments

Well here's my first post! I'm an official blogger.

I'm sitting having a moment absolutely to myself. The girl is asleep and the boy's off at kindy. Give a girl a cup of tea, a moment alone and a computer and peace descends. Don't get me wrong I love my kids entirely and totally but, as any mother knows, silence is golden.

It'll be interesting, to me at least, to see how I deal with this modern medium. I have always wanted to see myself as a bit of a Susan Maushart and write little pithy pieces for The Australian Magazine defending feminism whilst also complaining about the trials of motherhood. I have never really read blogs. I've followed my friend's but that's about it so I have no clue as to where my blog will take us. Of course it will be informative whilst also being meaningful and entertaining (tongue firmly placed in cheek).

I am now heading off into blog world to write some background notes on our family. I think I'll start with the kids so in years to come they can look back at this and cringe at what their mother told the world.

Signing off for the first time,

Maddie