Time.

This morning it was a little bit sunny here in Hobart so I put on last summer's $20 leopard print espadrilles and my purple J Brand jeans. Here I am standing on the zebra skin rug:

It seems like in the last five minutes, my baby has moved up to the biggest size of Nature Babycare nappies. So fast. There's no denying that when you have children you can see time passing right before your very eyes. At the speed of light. I've tried pretending that it isn't happening.....yet my eldest daughter can fit into my shoes.

This was the view from my shopping trolley last week:

And this was the same view this time last year:

As Stevie Nicks sings in Fleetwood Mac's song 'Landslide' '........Children get older/I'm getting older too'........and I'm nearly forty one.....already. My age is a dead giveaway by my embarrassing taste in music.

Anyway, all of my anti ageing hopes for the future are vested in Bikram Yoga, my Clarisonic and vegetables. Fingers crossed they produce nothing short of miraculous results. Although in the last couple of weeks I've had cause to question doing Bikram Yoga 5-6 times a week in a room artificially heated to 40 degrees. It may have caused all of those tiny spider veins on my legs exacerbated by pregnancy to astonishingly vanish yet it is also responsible for giving me rosacea. From time to time the heat brings on a nasty red rash on my face which is difficult to shift.

Luckily, we have a fantastic health food shop just around the corner:

So I visit it often. So often that the staff there can identify all of my children by name. Curiously enough today I came away with dishwashing liquid, organic oats and......memory booster loose leaf tea. A spontaneous purchase. It says on the packet 3-4 cups a day. I hope that it works too.

Rx

See.

Yesterday I received this sms:

'Am at hairdressers reading mags.....Kate Moss has your new jeans!!!Xx'

Accompanied by this attachment:

So I did I quick turn around the internet and lo and behold, it's true:

Thanks to Harriett for the tip off. Yet honestly, how likely am I to bump into Kate wearing the same jeans in downtown Hobart?  So I wore them out last night to our Art Collecting Group meeting last night:

As you can see, no Kate and not much leopard print denim going on either. 

Tim Burns, an abstract landscape painter who lives locally talked about himself and his work.  It was an amazing talk, incredibly powerful. Tim really opened himself up as he kept the lights on and relied entirely on words to describe his inspiration and ideas. Unusually, for a visual artist, he showed no images of his work, or of anything. It was incredibly evocative - seeing what he was talking about in your mind's eye.

Our Art Collecting Group organised through the Bett Gallery is moving into it's third year. It is a curious thing to be a part of - a group of people who really have not much else in common except for membership of this group and an interest in art.  We all contribute a set amount of money over a ten year period which is then spent on - in our group's case - Tasmanian art. The premise is that the work acquired by the group spends time at everyone's houses and then there is an auction at which you bid (with allocated shares) to acquire your favourite pieces from the collection. I am still struggling to understand how it all works. And trying to grapple with the meaning behind the most recent acquisition which is a post colonial, collage played on a dvd. Can you 'see' it?