This is what happens when you don a polkadot frock.
- (These bullet points accessorise my dress well, don’t cha think?)
- You suddenly wander off the beaten track with your hubby and kids.
- You drive through the Kinglake Ranges and soak in the expanse of burned landscape from bushfires past.
- You stop in Kinglake for a quick picnic at a temporary playground. The bush is growing back and new homes are being built but your children ask you about the fires. And tornadoes. And floods. Did I mention earthquakes and tsunamis?
- You continue to Healesville and visit the beautiful Healesville Glass Blowing Studio. Your children stand mesmerised by the artists blowing glass in their studio. “We haven’t had a child break a thing here. Mums with big handbags do” she tells you with a big grin. You stand for a long time, colour, glass and light being transformed by the artists at work.
- Later, you sample malt and sniff hops before your children follow a mischievous
birdIbis to a creekbed. Your youngest leans over into the creek and lifts some water to his mouth. - Then, your children sit quietly doing activity sheets and drawing while you wander around TWMA looking at artwork – and it dawns on you that you must have done something right.
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I’m wearing dresses this month to raise funds for Frocktober, so that research into an early detection test for Ovarian Cancer can be supported. I just increased my target to $500 as you donated $310 in my first week. Amazing. Enjoying these posts? You can donate here.