Quite an apt title, considering how the weather has been here. Let me paint you a picture: If we tweaked the story of the Wizard of Oz to have torrential rain instead of a tornado and to be set in North Queensland, rather than Kansas, we would definitely not be in Cairns(as) anymore, Toto.
Today, rainy like every other rain freaking soaked day, was an indoor day. I woke up late, felt like crap (I’m pregnant, remember?), had a nap and then watched some night time TV. This isn’t habit for me, oh no. Mum and I have become quite crafty as of late! When we’re not painting the town red, we’re making things to pretty it up! For example, Mum made a sock monkey (which she insists is a cow, I don’t see it). I’m so proud of her, she’s never been much for sewing.
One of my most successful projects has been my Fox Garland. It is so cute! Mum said, “Why Foxes? They wander the streets and are dirty and tear other animals apart.” I guess she just doesn’t see what’s cute about that. Wanna see?
Cute little foxes (inspired by indiefixx), currently adorning the ‘baby nook’. Only a few more steps and it’ll be completely baby ready!
Baby's bring so many mixed emotions. I mean, I love feeling her kicking away, I love knowing that she’s there and I love knowing that I’m going to have this amazing new person in my life forever. On the other hand, the fleshy, self centred thoughts still creep in every now and then. Thoughts about getting my pre baby body back (I was SO little), hating my back pain, wanting to surgically remove my ribs etc. I love this child, and none of the afore mentioned negativity is applicable. Music? I think so.
I’m beginning to realise that the majority of this blogs content is sentimental. Bands that tie into my past, the soundtracks to my memories. I’m okay with this. Today’s flavour ties me to some dear Spanish/Italian/Greek friends.
Takk…
Sigur Ros (“Victory Rose”). A gorgeous band hailing from Iceland (a vey pretty, non-icy place). Listening to Sigur Ros feels like leaping through frosty green moors, finding secret gardens and flying to Never Land all at once. This whimsical ‘sushi-roll’ of perfection is ideal for sleeping music, driving music, inspirational music and everything else music to be quite honest. My darling little girl will hear this album and Sigur Ros’s other four releases both in and out of the womb (respectively).
Sigur Ros writes all of their songs in an Icelandic language called ‘Vonlenska’. The exception to this is the Album “( )”, in which every song is sung in a made up, almost gibberish language called ‘Hopelandic’. The fact that you can’t really understand the lyrics doesn’t really matter, as the feeling and substance of the music is still clearly conveyed. This is a dead giveaway to just HOW good the really are.
I did the unthinkable, however. I researched English translations of the lyrics. It was a scary task, discovering the unknown. I didn’t want to be disappointed. What if these seemingly perfect, porcelain skinned Ice Gods turned out to be the Eminem’s and Lil’ John’s of the Norse world?? How would I cope? I wouldn’t. Fortunately, I don’t have to worry about this, as all of their songs are just as lovely in content as they are in sound. Takk…(Thank You..) is filled with songs of fishermen, hopping in puddles and haystacks. While it is slightly annoying that they are good at SO many things, in SO many respects, I am still relieved that they are this brilliant. It means that I can sit back and treat my ears to such pretty things without using a single ounce of creativity or brain activity. I plan to immerse my small one in beautiful piano and acoustic pieces, such as the ones produced by today’s featured band, and then, as early as possible, she will commence piano lessons. I hope. She can do what she wants to do. No stage mothering here. But we can hope…
When she is born, I will take her jumping in puddles, we’ll pretend to fly through the clouds and I’ll teach her to make daisy chains. Then Sigur Ros will tie me to a more amazing part of my life. One that will never decrease in ‘amazinginity’. And for that, Takk…
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