Ohhhhh snap!

So here’s something: I like Polaroid cameras.
And even more, I love Polaroid pictures.

Somehow I have found myself doing extensive research on Polaroid at uni. It’s so interesting!! The whole story about the demise of the company, yet the resurgence of this type of image makes me giggle and wink at whoever is nearby. Hmm. Not really. Not sure why…

ANYWAY! I just thought I would share that 🙂

Despite the INCREDIBLE EXPENSE involved in buying Polaroid film (it works out to be like $4 a picture) and the fact that it is in no way reliable (giant defects being common, and photos slowly degrading until they are useless)… I love the feel of the chunky camera in my hands. I love the sound it makes as the flash goes off and a perfect white-framed image slides out. I love holding the developed picture in my hands. The image is also an item, which makes it so much more special.

Cheers to this obsolete art!

Who to thank first??

No offense, but here I go: an actual celebratory rant of how wonderful I am.

In early May this year, I was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes. This annoyingly hospitalised me for five days and set me back heaps in my last few weeks of uni. I was now forced to cope with a new way of life, recovery from a horrendous experience in hospital, and irrational emotional issues (i.e. newfound bursts of intense anger).

I won’t go too far into the details, except to say that I went on to complete my last few assignments in time without even applying for special consideration. I found out today that I not only passed these subjects but got two distinctions and two high distinctions!! Then I got two work experience gigs and a new job in my holidays.

HOW did this happen?! Amazing uni results and 3 new jobs after being diagnosed with a life-long illness. I just don’t know who to thank first! My amazing parents who stood by me the whole time, yet also gave me the space to make outrageous decisions? My wonderful boyfriend who overcame his intense fear of hospitals to be by side for much of my stay, as well as continuing to support me even through the emotional struggles, praying for me and loving me? My friends? Always there, treating me and my situation with care. My pastor, who unceasingly prayed for my healing and thought of me? A particular red-headed friend who empathised with me and listened to my woes? My stronger-than-strong-in-faith grandfather who coached me in the healing power of God??

I guess, honestly, I can only ultimately thank God for using this experience to draw me closer to Him, and for bringing these incredible people into my life to help me.

It might not seem like all that much, but I thought I was going to drop out of uni there and then when I was diagnosed. But look at me now, about to start the next semester confidently and with the strongest sense that I am on the right track 🙂

The day I made myself a herb garden.

Honestly… what else are you supposed to do when work rings just as you are heading out the door and says they don’t need you?! A whole morning off to delight in miraculous activities of the herby kind!

Since I was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes two months ago, I have been slightly obsessed with eating well, and getting good, fresh food into me. It’s not going to make the diabetes go away… but it feels good to be eating nice healthy food. And so, without further ado, I introduce my herb garden:

So professional.

Baha!!!! It looks so pathetic! And really, it is. I have no idea what I’m doing. But alas, it is done. I cannot wait for the plants to grow, and to be able to go out and pick my own fresh herbs for cooking. The garden will be added to, of course (why on earth doesn’t Bunnings sell sage?! It’s an outrage! An “outsage”.).

*insert joke about being ‘out of thyme’ or something*

Good morning. Much more satisfying than slaving away in the bakery!! Herbs come at me.