Where have all the shops gone?

Is the retail sector dead?  Not exactly, but it may only be a matter of time.  If media reports are to be believed (and why wouldn’t you believe the media), then perhaps, as strong-willed, red-blooded females oozing the X factor , we should be afraid, very afraid.  At least I know I am.

It would seem that just about every other day another retail presence has shut up shop.  There will be no competing with rising rents, wages, taxes and the ever growing online sector, snapping at its heels (high heels) at every single click of a  mouse.  I love to shop and its true of every other female I know.  We love ‘doing it’, can’t get enough of ‘doing it’ and will do it whenever and however we can and that’s just what the world of online shopping has afforded us, the ability to do it all the time.  Cyber space is the place to be, and not it would seem, down the road at our local sprawling Westfield.

Guilty?  My penchant for online shopping has gone through the roof.  It’s a God send for anyone who is time poor, cash poor, logistically poor and just plain bored.  Lets face it, there’s a whole array of cool, funky desirables online that aren’t so easy to come across at the store.  Catch words like ‘original’,'handmade’, ‘eco’, ‘local’, ‘unique’ and ‘free shipping’ are music to my ears and tend to lend themselves to a more satisfactory and feel good shopping experience overall.

Of course there is still plenty of access to all the usual mass-produced consumer items we see everyday, from fashion to fiction to furniture.  Group buying websites have spawned in epidemic proportions.  I’m subscribed to just about all of them, yet I have only ever made 2 purchases this way, once for plastic lunch containers and once for some kids clothes, which arrived two sizes too big and have hung in the cupboard since.  So why then  suffer through the constant bombardment of emails everyday? I don’t want to miss the opportunity of a bargain, regardless if I buy it or not. I still want to be in the know.  I can now purchase from international stores without so much as leaving my seat, much cheaper than an airline ticket and no jet lag.  Why wouldn’t you?

I’ll tell you why.  The answer lies in the above-mentioned X factor.  I love to shop, and for me, that means more than just buying, it’s about time spent with my mum, or my sisters, or my girlfriends, pursuing the window displays, touching, feeling, trying things on (thus far impossible to do in cyber space), and being out and amongst it.  It’s a good old fashioned female past time that I don’t want to see die.   Shop assistants are screaming under their friendly smiles… “Buy it from me now please and don’t go home and Google it and NO, you can’t have the model number”.  It’s tough out there.

Is there going to be a happy medium?  Are all the shops going to disappear?  Only time will tell, but perhaps I should do a little less ‘clicking’ and a little more ‘clickity clack’.

A little instagram app…

Back in the land of “Before I Owned An iphone” I used to see lots of lovely photos around the net which were the result of a great little app called Instagram and I have to say, I used to get a little jealous. Not having the app for my android thingy left me a mere mortal…roaming the fringes of the Instagram world, waiting.

Recently though (yes I know I’m completely behind) I became a gushingly proud iphone owner (thanks to my lovely brother who passed on his old one to me), which although is an older phone, is still so much smarter than any other smart phone I’ve ever  possessed, and I’ve possessed a lot.  I love it, and it’s just a thing, but it does such cool things.

So now I have an iphone and the Instagram app and am a mere mortal no more. It somehow manages to turn the most ordinary everyday things into something just a little more extraordinary. I love it.  Mind you, these pics I’m sharing today are in no way particularly good and certainly don’t compare to some other great Instagram shots I’ve seen, but at least they are mine.

If you are not an iphone user don’t fret, because I have recently found out that Instagram for android is soon to be released, lucky you! Get snappy.

the last lingering days of summer

mini-break pending….

It would seem that a little mini-break is heading my way, a long weekend in the wonderful harbour city of Sydney….let it be said…..I cant wait!  A whole three days away on the other side of the country, on a plane, no kids, reading a book, watching a flick, resting, time on my own, in my own head-space, a long lunch, an even longer glass of vino, people watching, and all that before I even land! It all feels very indulgent and amazing really, doesn’t it?

Then why do I  feel sooooooo guilty about it, my anxiety is up at the very thought of it and take off is still 2 weeks away.  How weird.  A little mini-break, which all busy, exhausted, over tired and completely harassed mothers dream of (myself included), is now going to be the cause of much stomach churning and angst for me, probably until such time as I get myself onto that plane and fly.  Chemical imbalance?  Maybe.  Personality glitch?  Maybe.  Genetics?  Yes, definitely genetics.  I get anxious and it is a total pain. Total.

It will all be fine of course, won’t it?  The boys will really miss me…yes, they will, a lot… they’ll be sad and the house will fall apart too won’t it, and they’ll all starve….. and I’ll discover that nothing of the sort will actually happen and that my whole anxiety laden build up will have been nothing more than a complete (but necessary and unavoidable) waste of my time….just like I said, a total pain.

My 6 year old will not forgive me for going without him for a very very long time, and in fact has still not forgiven me for going without him last time, in October 2010!  I will worry about him constantly while gone and his younger brother too, who will also fret, but only because his big brother will be doing it and not because he has any idea what it is.  If anyone has some brilliant ideas on how to win their love back on my return, please feel free to tell me!

Still, I’m off to Sydney to spend time with my beautiful sister and her hubby and my beautiful niece and nephew and it’s going to be amazing…short, but amazing.  There’s going to be an itinerary (owing to the trip length an itinerary is essential for maximum mini-break productivity) bound to include some babysitting, sightseeing, a little shopping at The Junction, perusing of my sisters ever increasing collection of Vogue Living magazines, sky diving – what’s that sis? – scratch sky diving – no sky diving, but coffee, breakfast, lunch, dinner in and of course dinner out and much much more. I can’t wait…eeek (translation – little yelp of joy).

It’s only three nights and really only 2.5days.  Not a big deal.  Mini-break, hear I come….in 2 weeks. Please don’t anyone get sick.

As an aside, the Fish Tagine from here, was just delish!

Have a great weekend and an even better St Patricks Day.

Tagine…what?

I was watching the lovely and very personable Meave O’Meara on Food Safari (series 3) the other night – on her Egyptian culinary quest, and one recipe in particular took my fancy, Fish Tagine. Yum.

The episode also brought back a flood of memories from my time spent there in my twenties travelling the world and having a blast, as you do, but I think I can safely say without doubt that I never ate anything quite so tasty looking as that recipe  and feel a little cheated now.  In fact I think it would be safe to say that my relationship with food whilst there was nothing more than cautious, very cautious, fear of  getting sick or something (which I did).  So it’s a shame I didn’t spend more time exploring the delights of Egyptian dishes then, because it all looked amazing on Food Safari.

Which brings me to my point.  Tonight I am cooking Fish Tagine, only without the tagine part as I don’t own one, but surely it’s a minor detail.  I’ll let you know how it turns out.
NB* when playing back this video, click to 5:25 minutes for the Fish Tagine recipe if you don’t want to watch the lot. You’re welcome!