Showing posts with label Women. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Women. Show all posts

Wednesday, 11 November 2015

LOOK AFTER YOUR BREASTS

Girls you need to look after your girls, and check them regularly. There is no right or wrong way to check your breasts. But it is important to know how your breasts usually look and feel.


Get used to how your breasts feel at different times of the month. This can change during your menstrual cycle. For example, some women have tender and lumpy breasts, especially near the armpit, around the time of their period.
  • know what's normal for you
  • look at your breasts and feel them
  • know what changes to look for
  • report any changes without delay
  • attend routine screening if you're 50 or over

Look at your breasts and feel each breast and armpit, and up to your collarbone. You may find it easiest to do this in the shower or bath, by running a soapy hand over each breast and up under each armpit.
You can also look at your breasts in the mirror. Look with your arms by your side and also with them raised.

Breast changes to look out for
See your GP if you notice any of the following changes:
  • a change in the size, outline or shape of your breast
  • a change in the look or feel of your skin, such as puckering or dimpling
  • a new lump, thickening or bumpy area in one breast or armpit that is different from the same area on the other side
  • nipple discharge that's not milky
  • bleeding from your nipple
  • a moist, red area on your nipple that doesn't heal easily
  • any change in nipple position, such as your nipple being pulled in or pointing differently
  • a rash on or around your nipple
  • any discomfort or pain in one breast, particularly if it's a new pain and doesn't go away (although pain is only a symptom of breast cancer in rare cases)


Trust me this is important.

Wednesday, 25 February 2015

WHEN WILL MUMS START BEING NICE TO EACH OTHER?

So on Tuesday I thought I would be brave, and do lots of running around/chores with the two boys. After a bad night sleep and a six am start, I threw on what ever I thought would be A. comfy and B. baby proof. Leaving the house meant packing enough stuff for a gazillion options, I was exhausted just loading the car.


This is a tale not of having a go at another Mum, but of one reminding Mums to be nice to one another.

I had just finished the groceries, and Chester opted at the check out, to do the giant poop babies are famous for. So off to the change room. I blandly chat to the young Mum next to me, we have both got exploding poos and we each ask age and name of said poo machine. While this is happening another Mum comes up to me really close, I thought she needed to change her baby, and was peeved we were taking awhile.

She then said (right up in my face while gesturing up and down my body) "mothers like you make the rest of us feel bad". The young girl next to me asked if I knew her, when I stated I did not she turned to this Mum and told her... well I will use the PG version to "eff off you fat slag".

I have no idea why this woman was up in my face, no I was not having it easy. Any mother, or person, looking after a toddler and a newborn will tell you it is hard work. I am not angry at her I actually just felt sad. Why do women/ Mums feel the need to attack others? Each any every Mum (parent) is fighting their own battle so how about we show Mums so love?

So I am going to dedicate this post to two Mums I know that do incredible jobs. Lila over at Muma Nourish  and Christina at A Little Bird Told Me. You two are extraordinary and inspiring!

Question, what do you do with your arms in photos, so awkward?!

Wednesday, 7 January 2015

AGEISM AND AN AGEING ME



A while back, well it seems like ages ago, I wrote a couple of posts about Comments on My Appearance, and How Old is Too Old? At the same time I wrote about how I feel the world has become so ageist and youth culture seems supreme. Various popular media outlets regularly bombard our already increasingly self-centered, youth-obsessed culture with negative messages about aging and the aged. As a woman closer, and closer to fifty I question my worth as a woman. As an 'older woman'.

I went back to edit it, but then I read the below quote from Annie Lennox, and I think her words cover it exactly how I wanted.

"There's this youth culture that is really, really powerful and really, really strong, but what it does is it really discards people once they reach a certain age. I actually think that people are so powerful and interesting - women, especially - when they reach my age. We've got so much to say, but popular culture is so reductive that we just talk about whether we've got wrinkles, or whether we've put on weight or lost weight, or whether we've changed our hair style. I just find that so shallow."–Annie Lennox, who turned 60 in late December 2014


For 2015 can we not just empower other women instead of knocking them down? 


Note: Image not mine, obtained via Google Images. Trying to track original source. 

Wednesday, 26 November 2014

HAVE YOU EATEN SOMETHING?


Okay, so this image may be funny to some, but growing up this was my reality, only change the text to 1950s. I am pretty sure Mum has not eaten much since then. Like Patsy, she too likes to sunbake and drink. Mum, was, is anorexic. Now, I am not going to talk about Mum's demons. they are hers to tell. But for me, I will say, growing up in a house where a mother, a woman clearly hated her body had a direct influence on me.

For years I followed her example, and hated my body, this external hate also included internal hate. Years of trying to have babies and then having miscarriages will do that to you.

Just as I learnt to hate my body, I am now trying learn a healthy love of my body. By adopting a realistic and positive perception of myself, I am hopeful I will teach my two children love for their own bodies and love of other women's bodies.

Does this mean I now don't look in the mirror and find fault? No. Does this mean I have gotten over my insecurities and will start posting selfies? Or shots of myself wearing bikinis? No freaken way. Not there yet. But I am trying, I am working on being thankful for what my body is, and does for me. Not what it doesn't.


Pet hate...magazines covers that declare "too fat", "too thin", "cellulite", and so on. Why are women buying these mags? Is it to make themselves feels better? What is your pet hate when it comes to trashing women's bodies and their self confidence?

note: image not my own, found on Google. 

Wednesday, 19 November 2014

HOW OLD IS TOO OLD?

How old is too old? Is there an expiry date to when women should stop wearing a bikini? This post on Facebook by Julie Cross, and all of the media attention it is getting has got me thinking. I too am a 46 year old Julie, and I wear my bikini when I go to the beach.



Yup, I am 46 years old, I have had two children and I have a morbid fear of exercise. No, that is probably going too far, but it bores me, and I think why waste time doing that stuff, when I can spend it with my children. I am now also a grandma, so does this mean a bikini is off limits for me?

Justin bought me a bikini, not long after I had Jarvis, and I love it, it is comfy and in my opinion cute. Do I think I am cute wearing it? I actually don't give a damm, I wear it cause it is comfy.

Am I confident wearing it? When I put it on, each and every time, I think about my lumps and bumps, then promptly forget it and go and have fun in the sand with Jarvis. Do I think I get comments about wearing a bikini? I am sure I do but like comments on my hair which I wrote about last week, I have never heard anyone say anything. Besides the only people's opinion that I care about is Tamika's and Jarvis.


At the moment Jarvis's face lights up with joy each and every time he sees my tummy. He will even run at me with joy saying "tummy, my tummy" and want to stroke my belly. So, I guess until I embarrass my kids the bikini is here to stay.

(Oh, and do I have a photo of me in my bikini? Not really, but I did look for one. You will just have to stalk me next time I am at the beach.) 

Tuesday, 12 August 2014

MUMS IN BUSINESS: THAT WE DO

Two Sydney sisters have joined forces and become "That We Do", making handmade polymer clay jewellery. This is not a sponsored post, I am writing about their company as I love supporting locally made, and Australian artists.



That We Do was conceived at a baby shower, with necklaces given as a thank you gift from one sister to another. This gesture grew with interest shown while they were wearing the original creations and That We Do was born.

The statement on their Facebook page states:
We are inspired to create original pieces that you won't see everyone wearing. Pieces that are eye catching, different and full of colour! Pieces that you can throw on with a plain t-shirt to add a pop of interest or team with a well thought out outfit to give the finishing touch, after all it's the tiny details that make something special! We want our jewellery to help people express their personal style. Each of our pieces are made with love (as our children play around us) and inspired by what we see around us every day in both the natural environment and in the people we love.

Each piece is unique and we cannot guarantee you will receive an item exactly identical to the images shown, this is one of the things that makes our pieces special, no two are the same.

I asked each sister to share a little on their background:
Kat:
On my LinkedIn I refer to myself as a digital and creative industries professional. I suppose that encapsulates what I 'do' the best. I am a journalist by trade, a crafter by passion and these days, when I am not being a mum and acting as one half of ThatWeDo, I work as a digital content manager. When I am not doing that I write books on macramé, put on interactiveart events with Art Gallery of NSW and run various websites, like Kluster. 
I am a little bit obsessed with all things fashion, art and creative culture. My belief that an outfit is not complete without accessories morphed into making them for myself for fun somewhere along the way. Enough people expressed interest in them for me to sit my sister down (who was also partial to making necklaces herself) and ask if she was interested in making necklaces together. She was. The rest, as they say, is history.   
Sam:
In a past life I worked in Marketing for a travel company. These days I am a mum of three children, a student teacher and one half of ThatWeDo. I enjoy making things, cushion covers, clothing, decorations and the like. Last year my partner and I got married and had a naming ceremony for our three children. I spent the year leading up making all the decorations and I loved every minute! I take great pleasure planning and making something and then seeing how well it turns out (mostly!)
Like Kat I have always wanted to be individual and express myself in what I wear and I used to spend many weekends in op shops and the stores of Newtown and Surry Hills to achieve this. However in recent years, time and money made this more difficult so I began to make accessories to achieve this. When Kat started making polymer clay necklaces and suggested we make and sell them together I jumped.

What inspires them in their every day:
Kat:
People, mostly - I love looking at the styles of others. I find stylish, well-put-together people very inspiring. Especially those who display originality and quirkiness. There is nothing more inspiring than someone who goes out on a limb with the way they present themselves and pulls it off. 
I am also incredibly inspired by people who live lives focused on improving the existence of others. Whether it be a passionate politician, a cutting edge not-for-profit CEO, a midwife at the local hospital or teacher at the local school who goes above and beyond.
Definitely my surroundings. The city, the suburbs, the beach at the end of our street.    
Sam:
The environment, both natural and built. The other day I saw a brick turned on it's side, it had rectangles of different sizes cut through it and I thought, those shapes would make a great necklace range. 
Colours, I love to put colours together, particular those on opposite ends of the colour wheel. I love colour, it just makes me happy! 
My kids, I try to put their love and joy for life in each piece. I also want to show them that if something makes you happy you should go for it.
And people, I like to people watch, in a non stalker way!

How do they keep motivated with their business, plus still be parents:
Kat:
Like my sister, my family is my motivation. In particular, setting a good example for my son. I want him to grow up surround by living examples of the fact that dreams are there for the taking and anything is possible if you work hard enough and are willing to invest your all. 
Having said that, staying motivated is easy if you love what you do and I love doing everything associated with ThatWeDo so, in a way, I kind of feel like I am cheating. Sam:

I think it's being a parent that keeps me motivated, I want to show my children you can be whoever you want to be. I am studying to become a primary school teacher as well so I have learnt to use every hour I have in the day and do things that make me happy. Being a mum, studying and ThatWeDo all make me really happy, I genuinely enjoy it all so it's not hard to keep motivated.

Head over to either their Facebook page or Etsy shop to see their full range. But here are a few images to give you a sneak peak.




Monday, 28 July 2014

MUMS IN BUSINESS: THE KINDRED COLLECTIVE

Over the week-end, I was thinking about two things, how great it would be if everyone could support local businesses, and how I know so many amazing Mum's who are running their own business. I think now, more than ever before women are trying to find the work and motherhood balance, and rather than be at the mercy of others, women 'doing it for themselves'.

Women, Mums, are combining passion, creativity, and hard work. Because starting and running your own business is extremely hard work. But I think, like motherhood, when you are doing something that you love, the hard work seems to fade a little, and you are left with the glow of achievement.


Two Mums I know that are standing out amongst the crowd are Bettina and Caitlin. Together they have formed The Kindred Collective.

Their website states: The Kindred Collective is that community. It is a place to find other mothers who will listen, laugh, and cry right along with you. It is a place where you can find support, nurture yourself and celebrate triumphs both small and large. Through workshops, retreats and the website, The Kindred Collective seeks to assure you, encourage you and inspire you.

One statement that resonates with me is 'becoming a mother can be isolating.' With Tamika I was a single Mum who worked nights. With Jarvis, I was an older Mum, I knew no one in my age group that was having children, most were becoming Grandparents.

On Friday night The KindredCollective are holding a mother's circle, during this session Mums will have a calming yoga class, a guided meditation session, time to connect with other mothers and access to online support. Head to their website or Facebook page for the details. 


Thursday, 19 June 2014

WHAT KIND OF CHICKEN ARE YOU?

Last week we introduced two new chickens to our brood of chickens. I knew that Hens form strong social groups and establish a pecking order, however I was not prepared for the bitchyness, the fighting and the segregation. The three old girls acted like the "popular, confident bitchy girls". The two new girls were picked on and treated like the "unpopular large girl" and the "weird geeky girl".


I hated watching this it reminded me of school. Can you guess which chicken I was?

We went out to Carindale today; and in less than an hour that we were there, five separate people paid compliments to Jarvis. From how stylishly he was dressed (silly me, a Mum stopped my and was raving about Jarvis's pants and bow tie, when will I learn to say I made them and hand over a business card?) To the simple compliment of what a good looking boy he is.

This has set me off on two trails of thought. One, will Jarvis grow up and expect people to stop him and compliment him? As he gets this every time we go out.

Thought two was why do we act like chickens?  Why do women keep to their own groups, and not including anyone new or different. Why is it so easy to say something nice to a child? But not to another adult?


When was the last time you stopped a random stranger and said something nice? When was the last time you said something nice to someone you know? Which chicken were you? 

Wednesday, 2 April 2014

DON'T JUDGE A BOOK BY IT'S COVER.

The English idiom "don't judge a book by its cover" is a metaphorical phrase which means "you shouldn't prejudge the worth or value of something by its outward appearance alone". I think we have all been guilty of this at one point or more in our lives, and I know people have judged me on my outward appearance.

But what would happen if you were not only judged on your appearance and your occupation, but so was your ten year old son?


Below is an article, copied in it's entirety from the Common Ground webpage. Milly is my cousin, as a little girl I use to baby-sit her. She was the sweetest girl who would spend the night colouring in, and then go to sleep with cuddles and me curling her hair in my fingers.

As an adult, Milly is still one of the sweetest people I know. Yet now, she is also an extremely talented artist, a successful business woman, plus a women of great consciousness when it comes to the environment and her fellow man. Milly is a woman of empowerment, who is an inspiration to others on just how successful women can be. She is also the tattooist who has done all of my work (bar for one piece).

At a really low point in my life (after a miscarriage) Milly gave Justin and I similar, tattoos. I call it my magic fertility tattoo. The week-end Milly gave us our peonies I conceived Jarvis! Who needs IVF when you can get a beautiful tattoo instead?!! Hmm maybe I should go back for more tattoos?

Milly free hand drawing Justin's peony tattoo

The finished tattoo

My matching peony

ROCK OF AGES: GUILTY BY MISCONCEPTION
There was a time when tattoos were for sailors and criminals. Ink in the skin meant travels to far-off lands, an anti-establishment attitude or gang memberships. A beautifully ornate sleeve of koi carp, dragons and abstract swirls struck fear into the hearts of many, a signature of the Yakuza, the Japanese mafia, and a warning of trouble at best.
Even today, there are certain tattoos that bare criminal connotations. Tears on the cheek supposedly symbolise the number of people the barer has killed and Latino groups and bikie gangs sport the colours of their clans.
But this is the 21st Century – minds have been opened, culture has expanded and lines have been blurred, if not entirely erased. A tattoo today has no more relevance than our choice of underwear or our hair style.
And yet needle-wielding artists and those baring their subcutaneous sketchings are still being victimised and tarred with that same, centuries-old brush.

Camilla Zavattaro was born into an artistic family. Her grandfather and his father before him were painters and she was immersed in the art world from a very young age.
“From my childhood I watched my grandfather paint with great interest, and he watched his father paint,” Camilla recalls of her youth. “Art was celebrated in my mothers family. They immigrated from France after WW2 with these incredible art pieces, centuries old, that I had connected with. This is when I knew I would be an artist of some sort.”
But, as Camilla entered her teens, a chain of events would transform her perspective of art dramatically. When she was 13 years old, her older brother arrived home with a fresh tattoo covering his entire back and the introduction into the art form was made. Several years later, living in Brisbane, she began tattooing friends just for kicks. Her heart still very much in the art world, she enrolled in college, studying art and refining her natural talents, and it was here that her ‘serious’ tattooing would begin. In a self-confessed “right place at the right time” situation, Camilla befriended a tattooist and her transformation was complete – Camilla Zavattaro was no more, Milly Loveknuckles was born. “It was always definitely something I was always going to do.”

Camilla, Milly, began her professional career in Brisbane, completing her apprenticeship, finding her niche and continually advancing her skills. But five years ago, with the wellbeing of her then five-year-old son at heart, she decided it was time for a change of scene.
“After 10 years of tattooing I decided I didn’t want to raise my son in a city,” she reasons. “I was visiting Lennox Head frequently, it was the right thing to do.”
Milly established Rock of Ages Tattoo Parlour five years ago, launching the business as a solo venture, but expanding rapidly, now with a family of six artists.
“It’s an incredible work environment where everyone is really a part of an individual art movement and the professionalism of the studio,” Milly says of her business. “Our happy place is in the chair, machines in hands!”

Each artist has their own distinct style, favouring particular techniques inspiration and imagery for their individual work. Milly’s personal speciality is in highly illustrative work incorporating flora and fauna. This creates a more proficient studio offering a diverse range of styles, whether they be chosen from a catalogue or brought in by the client.
In Rock of Ages, Milly’s dream and her journey are complete. But outdated prejudice and archaic opinion are continual, and strengthening, adversaries.
In 2012, the Tattoo Parlours Act was updated. The licensing policy now required each individual to be scrutinised, with background checks, criminal records and even the personal opinion of the police commissioner coming into play to grant the $700, three-year license. And this was just for an individual to practice in an already registered, and similarly scrutinised, parlour.
These laws are in place for good reason. They aim to ensure hygienic, high quality services and restrict criminal activity, known to have been associated with tattoo studios in years gone by. But are these policies squeezing way too tight on an industry that caters just as much to lawyers, bank managers, respectable mums and doctors as it does to bikies and bank robbers? I have known of chefs, builders and other tradespeople involved in criminal activities and using the business as a gateway to those exploits, but there’s no such licensing required in those industries.

“The government are directly taking Australian citizens human rights away, through the disguise of misnamed laws such as the ‘anti- biker’ laws,” States Milly. “It has given the police the power to incriminate or incarcerate people as they choose, be it for protesting, misguided actions, having an organised group (of any kind they see unfit), or recently incarcerating a librarian, mother and community worker for wearing her boyfriend’s bike vest in public. She was jailed, not realising the implications of simply wearing a piece of clothing.”
Tattooing is an industry in which laws are required, that could not be disputed. But the levels to which tattooists need to comply, the false implications they receive simply because of their choice in career and a ‘guilty until proven innocent, and even then carefully watched with suspicion’ mentality are making it harder and harder to ink someone’s skin.
“Tattooists were recently ostracised by similar ‘anti biker’ misguided laws,” says Milly. “New South Wales and Queensland have new laws of licensing to weed out the gang related tattoo shops by incriminating every single tattooist. It is a licensing which YES we need, I completely agree, but to fingerprint myself, a positively active person in the community, member of the business Chamber of Commerce, who has never worked in a criminals shop is a farce.”
With the individual tattooing licenses and over $2,000 paid out every three years by each and every studio, one has to wonder where funds from this governmental cash-cow are going. But, however the collected license fees are being collected, it is near impossible to see how they are benefiting the industry they are trying to ‘protect’. It would seem, at least at first glance, that these policies are victimising an industry that, yes, has had a less-than-rosy history, but has come a long way since shady, port side parlours and mementos from time served in ‘the Big House’.
Surely this implementation of laws and regulations should be benefiting this now widely accepted industry. But, as Milly shares, the reality is far from a business protected and supported by governmental policy:
“Where is the NSW work, health and safety courses that come with the millions of dollars we are paying for our license?, where is the policing of home tattooing that spreads hepatitis, mutilation of under aged people and so on?”

The injustice and imbalance doesn’t even end at the point of a needle. The individual, the business, even the family members of a legally sanctioned artist. With a total disregard to human rights, personal history or, it would seem plain common sense, these laws are indiscriminately placing black marks against the names of entirely innocent citizens.
This extends beyond the bounds of rationality, even Milly’s 10-year-old son having his name recorded as, quote-unquote, a potential criminal or gang member, simply for being a trustee in his (also entirely innocent) mum’s business.
“This is devastating,” admits Milly. “My son doesn’t even get the chance to make a mistake in life, being already recorded as a potential criminal.”
Not that deviant behaviour is likely to come to Milly’s progeny, but even the virtually innocent act of accidental speeding, a crime of which, grandmothers, charity workers or nuns may fall prey to, will result in significantly more severe repercussions, simply because his mum is an artist.
Public opinion of tattooing, for all but those backward-thinking conservative types, has totally changed. There is no longer anything disrespectful or underclass, let alone criminal about permanently adorning your skin. It is often a beautiful personal expression of love, spirituality and creativity. But, as is a familiar story, the government refuses to change with the times.
“This fear mongering in the media is 10 years too late,” Milly iterates. “Tattoo studios have been a place of creativity and personal connections for a long time – it is intimate and an honouring of our bodies, now more than ever. The outcome needs to be a union of the people of this entire country to dissolve our government’s ‘smoke and mirrors.’
“Times are changing. We need to unite to make sure we are honoured individually as people of Australia.”

You can find out more about Rock of Ages Tattoo Parlour or contact Milly and her team through their website,www.rockofagestattooparlour.com.

Sunday, 27 October 2013

EDUCATION GUEST POST MARIANNE FROM: Esme and the Laneway

This week’s guest post on Education comes from Marianne from Esme and the Laneway. The lovely Marianne and I share a love of vintage, oh if only to spend one day in her wardrobe! I would be in vintage heaven. Marianne also gives some great advise on her blog about wearing and owning vintage clothing. Make sure you pop over to Marianne's blog and Facebook page and give her lots of love.



I didn’t get to know my grandmother all that well but I’m glad I had the chance to know her at least a little bit.

Born in England, she moved to South Africa in her twenties, returning to the UK in her sixties when I was about 8 or 9. I think she lived with us for a while but I can’t really remember; perhaps she just stayed with us for a week or two or perhaps it was longer. It’s all a bit hazy and quite a long time ago.

And while I didn’t get to spend a lot of time with her, I did see our similarities. She had dainty hands and feet and was a foot model in her younger years. I, too, have small(ish) feet, and while I’ve neither posed nor pointed these tiny tootsies for the camera and have no pressing desire to do so, I am more than comfortable to expose my peds to the world – no small feat (ha!) in a world where we are so often shy of such apparently straightforward things. But there’s no foot shame here! They say things skip a generation and hey, I’ll take it!

But moving from one country to a very different one after growing used to a certain lifestyle for almost a whole lifetime is not easy. Adjusting to a new home and a new set of circumstances – and, from what would be a very old memory, the cold weather! – is a big deal and my grandmother seemingly just... dealt with it. In a practical, no-nonsense way, she simply got on with it. Of course, being a child means you aren’t privy to a lot of things and there would have been good times and bad times, but there was an overall attitude she radiated of just getting on with it.

There could have been a hundred things she could have taught me, but she gave me a most important lesson: play the hand you’re dealt.


I don’t have any photographs of her, but I like to think of her and thank her for setting such a good example and being a strong, female role model in my formative years. And, well, yes, for the neat feet, too!

Image sourced by Marianne off pinterest

Please Note: Images and words are Marianne's unless otherwise indicated

Monday, 21 October 2013

EDUCATION GUEST POST SARAH FROM: Love love, lady

This week’s guest post on Education comes from Sarah from Love love, lady. What first attracted me to Sar's blog was her honest and her open heart. Make sure you pop over to Sar's blog and Facebook page and give her lots of love.


I am blessed to live in a country, which allows me the honour of a quality education no matter my gender, cultural background or social status. An education I have freely accepted, and often taken for granted (apologies to my ninth and tenth grade teachers!). I have had the freedom to choose a specialty education; immersing myself in a creative arts degree tailored to my desire to produce and perform. Yet it is the ‘life education’ I have experienced which has moulded and formed my being the most.

Now, before I ramble on too much, I feel I should fill you in on a little of my background:
Much of my life thus far has been influenced by my Christian upbringing - I lived a quiet and ‘normal’, God-led childhood in a middle class family, with my father, mother and two younger sisters. I received a combination of public and private school education, and (voluntarily) attended a local community church throughout my teenage years.
I should add that although I was firmly indoctrinated in this Christian upbringing, I was most definitely the black sheep amongst the flock, and it was obvious from a young age - always curious, outspoken and embarrassingly inquisitive of all I was taught.

The reason I speak of my ‘good Christian-girl’ upbringing is that many, including my biological family, perceive my lifestyle now to be a contradiction of that education. I’m not going to delve much into it, other than to say that, I live harmoniously in my spiritual and lifestyle choices. I am happily gleefully committed to a lovely woman who enriches my days through sharing her knowledge and passions with little ol’ me.
I believe being kind, loving and humble are honourable attributes in a person, no matter their past, present or future. I believe we are all deserving of equal education opportunities.

Through years of toil in formal education I have finally discovered that I learn by ‘doing’. I need to hear, see and feel for my mind to fully absorb and process.
Much of the knowledge I have gained has been via life experiences - getting my hands dirty, my heart broken...and pieced back together again, and my mind awakened by all that this incredible world contains. I have lived in and through famine, homelessness and intense depression. I have been blessed with the companionship and friendship of many beautiful souls, and I have experienced the physical and emotional loss of too many of those relationships. I have experienced the satisfaction of providing for myself and my family through honest, hard work. Most of all, I have loved and been loved, unconditionally. It’s because of these life experiences that I am, well, me.

We live in a world of immense experiences - all offering up equally vast opportunities for education. I will never cease learning from those around me, and I am excited for the day that I have the opportunity to pass my knowledge onto my own young. To create and shape a life through my own experiences will be my greatest achievement, I’m sure.
It’s an honour to gain knowledge from one another - to educate and be educated is what makes us human - it unites us.


* My many thanks to Julie for inviting me into your beautiful space and for the opportunity to share my voice on a topic close to our hearts. Sar xx

Please Note: Images and words are Sarah's unless otherwise indicated

Sunday, 22 September 2013

EDUCATION GUEST POST VANISHA FROM: Vanisha's Life In Australia

For the second guest post, in a serious of guest posts from women whom I admire I just knew I had to invite Vanisha from Vanisha's Life in Australia. I have been a long admirer of Vanisha and her blog, in some ways our lives have many parallels. Even though Vanisha is young enough to be my daughter, I feel as if I have so much I can learn from her. I just hope one day our lives will converge and we can meet in real time. Make sure you pop over to Vanisha's blog and say hello. 

What Will I Do With My Education


Julie invited me to be part of her Educating Women Series at a moment where my days seem to be consumed by education of the formal variety. I'm 27 years old, and I am currently 12 weeks shy of submitting my doctoral thesis. I have been in university for almost nine years and have attained numerous qualifications. The PhD was something I wanted to do for me - to push myself and because I love nothing more than writing, research and reading. Now, as I come to the end of this journey I am often asked what I'm going to do next.

For the longest time, I thought I was going to be a mum. I figured that in the final year of my PhD I would be beautifully round and pregnant. A few months ago I found out that that it would not be the case. You can read my infertility related posts here. 

Motherhood was something I was going to do for the next few years. It was something I wanted more than anything. "You're doing a PhD so that you can stay home and have children?" Yes. And No. I'm doing a PhD because I can. And I can have a PhD and stay at home. I'm allowed to choose that. To have a career. Or not. To stay at home. Or not. Or to do both. I just wanted to stay at home.


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Now, things are a little different. I'm considering a few things. Blogging full time. I love my blog, I love what I've done with it, the friends I've made and the connections and relationships I've fostered. I'm considering teaching (primary or secondary school) - ie - studying more. To be able teach I'd have to do a Diploma in Education. I'm tossing up ideas.

This "indecision" is not because I don't know who I am or what I want to do. I think it's because I have a strong sense of who I am and have a firm belief that I will excel at things that I am passionate about. And I am passionate about a few things. So there is my dilemma. I know what I'm good at, and I know what I love (though some of the things I really love I'm not really good at...yet).

I will however do two things with my education. I will make a difference in my country, even in a small way. It maybe in the form of a teacher at a school, a mentor, a researcher or perhaps I will take thislittle reading space initiative and turn it into something much bigger. I am determined to make a difference. This is necessary.


The reading space I helped set up

The other thing I will do with my education is more personal, and it is to respect, own and enjoy my right to decide on my path. The education I have had may have been an "opportunity" but I had to make the opportunity work. The entire process is filled with my work, struggles, hopes and joys. I got me to this point - though obviously not on my own - and because of this I will not feel bad or guilty that I may be 'wasting' all this talent or education by deciding to be a blogger or a clown or whatever I decide! I will make a difference in my own way. 

I think it's important not to assume that just because a person is well educated that they seek a career. Some do and some don't and that choice and decision needs to be respected. I understand why people say that I must do certain things because there is no one else - believe me I understand, especially in places like the Pacific. Taking up an academic position or public office is not the only way to contribute. There are people who want these things and I strongly encourage that they continue studying and working towards these goals. But it's just as important to support, or at least respect, those who wish to contribute in other, perhaps more unconventional, ways. My education is a significant part of who I am, but it is not the only part.


Please Note: Images and words are Vanisha's unless otherwise indicated. 

Monday, 19 August 2013

MY EDUCATION: PART TWO. THREE KISSES

I sometimes believe the ‘stuff’ they do not teach you in schools can often be your best education. After completing year 12, I moved the very next day to Brisbane. Within a week I got a job on Bribie Island. So I moved from my friends couch, to my Grandmothers house on the island.

Me, back in 1985.

It was here, with Pat, I believe I got some of the best education and life skills I could have ever hoped for. Some bad, she taught me how to drink anyone under the table. Yes I was once a drinker. I also became a full time smoker with her. After all, you can not have a drink in one hand with out the ciggie in the other. OMG, her house must have stunk with the two of us puffing away.

But it was over these two bad habits that each night we would talk. I remember coming home from work and we would sit on the back veranda in summer, or on the couch in winter, and talk and talk.

Pat talked to me about everything. She was the first person that I learnt to debate with. We would argue and we would agree. But always we respected the other person’s opinion.

There were conversations about sex, Pat and I had the most honest conversations about sex I had ever had before. I remember the first time she talked of oral sex, I almost chocked on my wine. But then she said, women need to learn from each other. That sex is good as long as you are having for the right reasons. As in to please yourself, and never have sex to please anyone else.

Pat spoke of religion to me, and said it does not matter what god we believe in that every god has the same version of this one rule, that being “Do unto others”. If we treated everyone else how we wanted to be treated, the world would a better place.

We spoke of many things, but the most important lesson I think she taught me is that it is never too late to change. That there isn't a use by date, to learn new skills and to improve yourself and your mind. That to close your mind is the true sign of ignorance.


Pat I miss you more than I would have ever thought possible. I think it is fitting that three of Pat’s life lesson stay with me to this day, as Pat would always give three kisses hello and three kisses goodbye. Three kisses, I love you. 


Monday, 5 August 2013

MY EDUCATION: PART ONE

My story of education can be broken into three. Part one, primary and high school; part two Life Education, and part three tertiary education.

Me, just before I started school in Gladstone

Primary school nothing much of note. High school, hmmm well where do I begin and how much pain do I share? My parents moved to Gladstone third semester, year nine. I am not sure what was worse being invisible and not speaking to anyone for days, or the bullying?

Apparently I was different. My elder sister was/is the beautiful popular girl, with blue eyes, long blonde hair and even longer legs. Everyone adored her. My little sister was in primary school, and solved her dislike of school by simply going home everyday. What was also in her favour was she was great at sport and super intelligent.

There was physical and verbal bullying, always from girls. When will girls (women) learn to be nice to each other? Interestingly, I got called a slut. I was still a virgin, but because my elder sister and I had fake IDs and would sneak into the Shangrila Night Club I got this label. I was called weird and picked on for being different.

Eventually I had a group of friends? But there was always a sense of separation. I would not call us close, and when I left Gladstone I never saw any of them ever again.

There was worse that happened, but this is all I choose to share as I do not want to go into the negatives too much. What is positive about this life experience, is that it taught me, weird, different, the same, it does not matter. What does matter is to accept who you are. Those girls may have made my life hell in High School; however it has allowed me to make my own life choices, and not to follow popular opinions.


I finished high school and the very next day I moved from Gladstone to Brisbane. On the bus just me and my suitcase. Where I began the best part of my life and learning. 

Monday, 29 July 2013

EDUCATING WOMEN

Empowering Women
In spite of countless international agreements affirming their human rights, women are still much more likely than men to be poor and illiterate. They usually have less access, than men, to medical care, property ownership, credit, training and employment. They are far less likely than men to be politically active and far more likely to be victims of domestic violence.


Empowering Women through Education
Education is one of the most important means of empowering women with the knowledge, skills and self-confidence necessary to participate fully in the development process.

Education is important for everyone, but it is especially significant for girls and women. This is true not only because education is an entry point to other opportunities, but also because the educational achievements of women can have ripple effects within the family and across generations. Investing in girls' education is one of the most effective ways to reduce poverty.

There are many practical steps that can be taken to reduce inequalities based on gender, which hinder the potential to reduce poverty and achieve high levels of well-being in societies around the world.

The Challenge Today
There are 600 million girls living in the developing world. Two-thirds of the world's uneducated children are girls, and two-thirds of the world's illiterate adults are women. Around the world, girls and women continue to suffer from a lack of economic opportunity, inadequate health care and education, early marriage, sexual violence, and discrimination. Numerous studies have demonstrated that educating women and girls is the single most effective strategy to ensure the well-being and health of children, and the long-term success of developing economies.
There are compelling benefits associated with girls' education:
  • Reduction of child and maternal mortality
  • Improvement of child nutrition and health
  • Lower birth rates
  • Enhancement of women's domestic role and their political participation
  • Improvement of the economic productivity and growth
  • Protection of girls from HIV/AIDS, abuse and exploitation
Girls' education yields some of the highest returns of all development investments, yielding both private and social benefits that accrue to individuals, families, and society.

Sources: The Global Fund for Women, The World Bank, The Clinton Global Initiative


Note: the images are not mine

Tuesday, 19 March 2013

ACTS OF KINDNESS



When has it become okay to not be nice to other people?  I watched a comedy yesterday, but instead of laughing Tamika and I were left questioning why the three lead women were such bitches. And this was meant to be funny?


I have been told to be nice since I was a child. But what exactly does that mean for me as an adult? "Nice" is such a vague term. My Grandmother was religious and we once had a big in depth conversation about religion, and she said to me it does not matter what religion you follow as long as you follow the Golden Rule: Treat others the way you want to be treated. And respect them for who they are. Another way of saying Do unto others.

But we, (well I am thinking of women/girls in general) have become such bitches to each other. It has become all too easy to tear someone down. Why else would those magazines with covers that scream, “she is too fat”, “too thin”, “too much cellulite”, oh and “check her out with out make-up” sell so well. The do unto others has become, do horrible and say horrible things to others.

What about a random act of kindness? How could it change someone’s day? Tamika and I decided to test this theory.


We were sitting in the food court of our local shopping center and a surly looking girl was approaching us, she looked angry, sad, like she was ready to punch someone. Her hair was a work of art, turquoise blue that she had set into the most perfect victory rolls. She was even dressed like someone from the 1940s. I walked up to her, she stared me down, and I told her how beautiful her hair was.

At first she looked at me as if I was crazy and said it was a mess. I disagreed with her and said it was lovely, then I smiled. Finally she smiled back and said she had taught herself to do it watching You tube videos. I told her how impressed I was, as an ex-hairdresser I know how much work it takes to get this look perfect. She thanked me and walked away smiling.

I was left thinking how easy was that? To be nice. Plus I was left kicking myself for not asking her name or getting her photo. 

Why is it so hard to be nice to others? Also why is it so hard to accept a compliment? Basically this ramblings in this post, is why can we just stop being bitches to ourselves and other women?


Photos have nothing to do with this post. They are just some images I took of Tamika awhile ago and thought I would share them because she looks so beautiful.