Kymberley Fedje: Blog https://www.kymfedjedesign.com/blog en-us (C) Kymberley Fedje kymfedje@gmail.com (Kymberley Fedje) Fri, 20 Jan 2017 08:27:00 GMT Fri, 20 Jan 2017 08:27:00 GMT https://www.kymfedjedesign.com/img/s/v-5/u514799705-o1055973889-50.jpg Kymberley Fedje: Blog https://www.kymfedjedesign.com/blog 120 80 Croajingolong National Park 2016 https://www.kymfedjedesign.com/blog/2017/1/croajingolongnationalpark2016 Deciding to head away at Christmas, in the week before Christmas, is always going to be a bad idea. Flat out with work finishing up, school coming to a close, the mad last minute dash to get presents along with the postman knocking on the door daily delivering sweet little online deliveries and of course, the fact that practically everywhere is. booked. out.

Impossible.

Chance would have it, we called a lovely little spot we found online, only a mere 8 hour drive away only to find they had just had a cancellation, we'll take it. Thurra River was our new found Christmas destination. Leaving Christmas eve, bright eyed and slightly hungover early in the morning, with the elf "Pegs" packed away in a take me with you tub (for those not keeping up, the elf on the shelf, a slightly ridiculous Christmas tradition that after 3 years I now totally regret introducing to our daughter, que late nights for the entire month of December trying to figure out what the damn elf can do...) we hit the road. I thought it would be funny and mood lightening to say to the husband "just imagine, if we got all the way there and someone was in our spot, our booked, paid for and 8 hour drive (with a toddler, in the heat... joyful) away spot"... long and behold, we arrived early evening to our gorgeous little site, bushy, tranquil.. if you will and already equipped with a tent set up, a washing line dangling between the trees complete with towels and a confused family claiming that was where they were told to go.

What can you do? Crack open the Engel and watch the show that consisted of them attempting to pack their entire set up, under pressure, in the beaming sun and in record time. Drama. We just watched the drama unfold. As you do.

The y finally cleared off, and by 7.30pm, we were finally set up. A wee bit drawn out, such is life. The toddlers priority, a tree. How will Santa ever see us or know we are here (despite the shopping list left at home with a faint swirl of black pen that allegedly says that this is where we'll be)? So a tree was number one on the list. It had a lean and not a green spot of leafery on it, but it was ours. 

#parentingwin

Virtually no sleep, various reasons... I'm yet to suffocate the husband for his freight train resembling snore fest that tends to happen every single night of our lives together these days, so seems he's still with us, the wilderness rumblings that are his nose continue. My bad. Kangaroos, oh. my. god. They don't stop, like all night long. Shuffling around, hopping like there's a rave in the bushes... not even kidding, I was waiting for them to demolish the last of Santa's treats. The caravan had a slight resemblance to a sauna and I knew, the whole time in the back of my mind, if I didn't want to totally destroy, quash and burn my darling two year old daughters childhood, I had to be up at some ridiculous hour of the morning to make sure Santa had dropped the presents in the right spot, if at all. Can't sleep. Don't sleep. 

The joy that was her Christmas morning though, as they say... blah blah worth it in the end. Job done well. Can I throw in another #parentingwin? Too much? A whole week ahead of doing sweet FA. Just what the madness of playing house wife ordered. 

Breakfast of champions (yes yes, bacon and egg sandwiches...), presents unwrapped and first alcoholic beverages downed just after 10am. Christmas is go.

After the madness, or not so when you head to the bush and self sufficient live your life with no phone signal... we decide to start up the husbands unofficial, yet predictable mapped out itinerary of sight seeing and bush walks, plus, we're pretty self sufficient, however... we have two fridges, one in the van and an Engel in the car. One is chockers with milk for the toddler and a few days worth of food and the other, alcohol. Campers gotta' have priorities, right? So, nonetheless, a trip into a town is inevitable, Cann River, a windy, dirt road cruise an hour away was the destination. No food there. It is like everyone in the entire area had the same idea and completely wiped out what was our saving grace. A two hour drive across the NSW border to Eden it was. Make a day of it, lunch, bug spray... all good. 

Back to the original point, this place is littered with lovely beaches, secluded, magazine worthy, beaches. Bliss. Along with the second largest sand dunes in the southern hemisphere. Of course, we had to climb them, not just look, climb, with a toddler, who insisted on being carried the entire time. These climbs were as steep as the bridge of your nose, uphill... so. much. uphill. I lucked out for a stretch and ended up lifting her up one part, when I say lifting, I mean throwing, throwing her what felt life 20 centimetres with both arms and then pulling myself up behind her, in 30+ degree heat with every last speckle of energy I could even rustle up. I was not made for this shit. It near enough killed me. Okay, exaggeration is definitely on the cards here, but it was painful. 

After finally reaching the top, the decent was up... or down... I know what I mean. Clearly. Followed by a 2+ kilometre walk back through the river to reach the campsite. Can I just say, I well and truly earnt my bourbons that evening. And then some. It is honestly spectacular though, do yourself a favour and check it out if you ever head here. It's magnificent and bring a camera. FYI: you get phone signal at the top of the sand dunes, not that I brought my phone with me. Of course. Murphy's law is my BFF.

 

A hike up to the rock lookout had to follow (apparently...) along with a short trek to the lighthouse. Ahh the lighthouse, no toilets and several bourbons down, limited attention span to take photos. However... I gave it my all. Focus. Don't listen to the crashing waves at the cliff edge. Focus. We had a mean storm come through while we were down at the beach, the sky was actually unbelievable along with how quickly it went from clear skies full of delicious sunshine to mean ass clouds, darkness and rain. Once again, following in Murphy's law typical beefy ways, I didn't bring my camera. I'd taken it every other day and thought, well I have so many photos at the beach now I'll leave it in the caravan and actually play Mum rather than photographer for a day. True to form, I missed an epic storm without my wee unicorn that is usually within arms length, I felt slightly nude and a little empty, but... I had a great time watching the storm come in with my darling daughter, who thought the lightening was Christmas lights in the sky. 

By the time we made it back to the caravan, the campsite flooded, everything was sopping wet as someone (husband) left the windows and roof vent open, every towel was drenched but it was certainly an adventure. The storm left as quickly as it came and the sun made its move... thus, we headed to the lighthouse. The sky was still fairly mental leaving the photos fairly doom and gloom, but what the hell right? Life isn't all sunshine, fluffy kittens and champagne. Or is it?

Thurra River, a little slice of paradise hidden in the Croajingolong National Park. Definitely a place to visit, wander and get lost... okay, maybe not lost in the sense of, legless, not knowing where you have ended up and zip phone signal to holler for assistance, but lost... explore. Maybe that would have been a better choice of word to begin with. Explore. Any who, our first Christmas camping in the bush was a total success, stress free, a little bit of crazy and we will most definitely do it again. We all know what Christmas is like, take that immediate fam bam and ones self and escape the madness.

Thurra River, we'll be back. 

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FOTM // OCTOBER https://www.kymfedjedesign.com/blog/2016/11/fotmoctober October, the month of in betweens. The month between the beginning of spring, the lead up month for the Melbourne Cup carnival, Halloween and the party season. It's a slow month, usually still full of rubbish weather leaving you wondering when the heck it's going to warm up, planning summer camps and a cautious dabble with the beach with the sweet sounds of "feckle no, still too cold" when your toes lightly graze the waters edge.

October favourites are in... unlike my money on the cup. 

 

THE PHOTOGRAPHY BOOK - PHAIDON PRESS EDITORS

This book is an UBER monster. It's big, it's heavy and it's full of iconic photographs, photographers and it's in alphabetical order.... so long as you know who you're looking for! There's dark, obscure, fun, curious, light and fluffy. It is the history of photography. So if like myself, you're a wee bit of a camera, photo and creativity lover (nerd... whatever...) it's totally a worthwhile view. 

The inspiration that oozes from this magical dictionary of the photo world is endless. So, in short... if you are a super awesome hobby photographer who wants the see the history of this fun little game, just like a good, slightly oversized coffee table book or you're on an inspo hunt, check it out!

 

 

STATUS ANXIETY PURSE

I have had more shit wallets and purses over the years than I care to count. Way. Too. Many. Not even kidding. The time came when my last little slice kept popping open and leaking all my change into the deep burrows of my handbag, the frustration was real, I was pulling my hair out, it had to end!

This number is easy on the eye, functional and keeps those pesky runaway coins all zippered in a massive back pocket. Win. A little pricey on the bank account (their handbags are pretty fabulous looking and cost well more than a weekly grocery shop too!) but for the price of my sanity, well can you really put a price on that?!

 

 

CANON 70 - 200MM 2.8L IS II USM LENS

The master of all the lenses, the one I have longed for and finally claimed. Interesting the way it happened nonetheless. So, the husband wanted a dirt bike, I wasn't keen - for injury sake, fear of being a widow, the list goes on. I came around eventually, knowing he had someone willing to help him out and teach him how to apparently avoid breaking numerous bones and guide him in his purchases. On that note, he wants a bike... I want a lens... welcome to the kit the ever fabulous Canon 70 - 200 mm 2.8L IS II USM, let's make magic. I'm not one to pass up on a guilt trip oppourtuniy of my husbands wants.

I've only chanced on giving this bad boy a couple of test runs thus far.. it's big, it's damn heavy, it's definitely not a "walk around" toy. All that aside, it is a BEAST! How I never managed to nab it in my life sooner escapes me... it pulled up pumps and ladders over the weekend photographing the junior motocross and ripped it up at the beach snapping the surf boat smashing through the waves. This lens has definitely got it, I'm not entirely sure what just yet, but it has got it. A keeper you are my sweet, giant muscle builder that I now call my own.

 

 

LITTLE HOMEMADE DELIGHTS FOR TODDLERS

Sweet little creative throw togethers for toddlers are a total win and in her eyes, a favourite. Daddy built her a sand box a few months back, she played briefly with it and it was tucked away due to lack of maturity and responsibility with actually keeping the sand at bay and box bound. Throwing it forward to now and here we are, sand box has resurfaced and those tiny eyes lit up like a campfire at night time after a few drinks in the bush. They were huge. 

It is absolutely amazing at how simple these little people can be, some sand and plastic animals and they are complete. They can play on for hours and remain perfectly happy... well until the need to emerge for food arises of course. When they say "let kids be kids", this is exactly what I imagine. Happiness, laughter, tantrums on hold and imagination. 

Oh, to be young again.

 

 

CRUMPLER KARACHI OUTPOST BACKPACK

The Karachi Outpost is the camera bag to end all camera bags. It is oh. so. tough. I've had a few camera bags over the years, I'd tried several ways to carry my loads of necessary junk at weddings and events and nothing ever majored the way this did. It sits so amazingly on your back and is surprisingly comfortable, it doesn't look overly obvious and far from screams "look at me, I have thousands of dollars worth of shit up in here... steal me!"... well unless you have a whopping great tripod connected to the side of it, that may be a slight giveaway. Only slight.

I've had this bag on the go now for a couple of years and it is as new and solid as the day that I bought it. They don't fade, they don't come apart, they're weather resistant (even more so when you put its special little waterproof cover on that comes with it), you can padlock the large compartment and they just stay modern. This bag is totally ageless, and if for some reason it's lost its touch of glory.. it has a lifetime warranty. What more could you want really? I've run this bag through the loops and it just keeps on keeping on. It's my camera bag, camping crap other than clothes bag, has been my nappy bag for the baby once or twice on long treks and will always be my go to backpack.

Having all my camera gear stable and together is excellent. Since buying this handy lover, I've also bought a few more different style Crumpler bags for various other camera items that I don't need all the time and well... just because. If you need a wicked backpack... look up Crumpler, you can't regret such ruggedness.

 

So there be the favourites of October... I've lost what month I'm up to now, a little surprised at myself for keeping it up.. nearly caved over the last few days and got the cbf's on, but I figure, once I stop, there's no point in resuming after missing a month... so the show must go on. Woo!

See you next month lovelies! x

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FOTM // SEPTEMBER https://www.kymfedjedesign.com/blog/2016/10/fotmseptember The hectic month of September has come and gone, just like that. The year is slowly trickling away, footy finals were a thing, six months have passed of married life, the boys have both had their birthdays and September has brought us premature bulk Christmas decorations right on que. I have my 5 magical favourites ready to brighten this fine day... actually, it's not that fine... the weather's quite shit and the chill of it resembles mid winter, I'm currently rugged up with the heater blasting at a balmy 21 degrees. Nice. Footy finals and all their spectacular glory were going to feature this month, they were a late scratching if you will. You see, I'm a Melbourne Storm supporter through and through. Since the very very beginning. Way back when. Relentless effort by the boys this year, aced through the finals, buckled in the grand final and lost by two points. I will leave that one right where it is. Gallant effort. Bring on 2017. Nonetheless, get in, on and all around the marvels that are the FOTM for September.

 

SAMSUNG GALAXY NOTE... 5

Well yes, it is the note 5. Outdated? Maybe so. A couple of years behind technology? Perhaps. Going to die in the middle of the night from my phone exploding next to me? No. It was time for a new, fresh slice of tech, my old Sony wasn't keeping up to my expectations and letting me down. Research upon research lead me to this gold unicorn. Gold! Yes, it did help influence my decision slightly. It is absolute magic. Like sand through an hourglass. 

So, the way I see it is this... the note 7 is exploding right? No way that fireball was on my radar. Here's a little trivia for you, did you know the replacements are now also being recalled and Samsung have issued warnings to cease using them, like yesterday? On the other hand... can we really trust the still over-priced note 6? I mean, they are still asking just shy of the cost of the new one, the new one, that blows up. No thanks, I'm a total savvy shopper if I do say so myself. Scored this winner for half the price and it's a machine... literally and figuratively. To the Samsung Galaxy Note 5, I'm a little impressed by you. 

 

HAPPY HALF DOZENS

Being married for half a year. Half a year! In this same amount of time again, I feel we'll be an old married couple, bickering about the weather and who put the prune juice in the wrong place. It ticked over in the muddled mess of a month that was September. A slight hoorah for tolerating someone with minimal complaint because, well... at the end of the day, you decided to take this blissful route on. You stood there publicly saying your sweet little nothings and promising to dote on that one person for the rest of your life. Yes, they can't put their clothes directly into the washing basket, they must be strategically sprawled within inches of it or hanging lifelessly over the edge of the hamper. Yes, despite saying it over and over, they leave numerous dishes scattered all over the lounge room and kitchen when the dishwasher is... right. there. Of course they can't keep their multitudes of paperwork in any sort of order and get the foot stomping tantrums on when something important didn't get dealt to... or paid. Chocolate wrappers don't live on the floor and please replace the toilet roll when you empty it. 

Can't live with them, can't live without them... unless of course, I strangle him in his sleep by force of a pillow around his head because the midnight freight train that rumbles through the bedroom of a night is making me irrational. 

 

CHEEKY LONG WEEKENDS AWAY

Sometimes it's just what the Doctor ordered. Long weekends away with brilliant company, a little 4x4'ing, the Hulk of all fires, gold panning, the sweet growl of multiple motorbikes and passion pop. Okay, drinks in general... passion pop was actually a one night thing, although, it had the affect of coming up with the genius plan of driving into town the following day with a blue heeler tied in the back of a ute, hay bales and wife-beaters to buy several more bottles of the liquid poison. No, this didn't end up happening. A wonderful little farmhouse just a short drive out of Bairnsdale on a small 300 or so acres. Pure bliss. 

If you haven't trailed to quieter, non suburban pastures of late, do yourself a favour and go. 

 

LOGITECH UE MEGABOOM

And a freaking BOOM it leaves. The rundown is, if ever there was a 90's iPod dock - we had it. Big, bulky and a small whisper of music to follow. When you weren't changing the 8 AA batteries of the power chugging machine, you had to keep it balanced or the tune station would fall off the wagon. Insert the Logitech UE Megaboom. Allegedly one of the loudest and most powerful bluetooth speakers there is, and... it. actually. is. This thing thumps along, it has been used indoors and outdoors and it absolutely cranks. CRANKS! For the price tag being just shy of $300AU, it is a total worthy buy in my book. 

Bring on the next camping trip, the tunes will be large. 

 

ARTING AGAIN

I haven't 'arted' for sometime now. Call it life, lack of inspiration or laziness. It just hasn't been my forte. I'm trying to get my mojo back and loving it. Them zoning out feels of drawing complete and utter rubbish are solid. Last time I got my art on, I went through the t-shirt phase, a phase it still is from time to time. An odd stranger occasionally buys my visions of weirdness, hats off to them for taking it all in and wearing my scribble. This time, I've honed in on the visionary of prints, canvases, acrylic wall mounts... home decor. I've only got one print kicking for now, but if you'd love a slice of the pie... please help yourself. I'd be forever in your appreciation *giant thumbs up to a super supportive, full of taste human*. 

Buy my first delicious print right here if you please: ZEBRAS THAT POSE

 

So let's wind up on September, things to do, places to see, Christmas shopping to be complete (joking...). It was a month of goodies and newbies thanks to the wonderful person we all either wait for patiently or dread within an inch of our lives, the one we all must live with whether we want to or really don't, the one who can drag us over broken glass if we accidentally do our maths wrong, the one who knows our ins and outs and can wreak havoc on our lives just by chance, because it's just 'our turn to share with the class'... the humble tax man. 

 

See you next month you glamorous team that read my raving nonsense. 

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Brunos Art & Sculpture Garden 2016 https://www.kymfedjedesign.com/blog/2016/9/brunosgarden2016 This place was really something else. Matilda had an absolute blast, fascinated... speechless... on a hunt for fairies, even the "too cool for family outings" 11 and 12 year old boys enjoyed it. What are the odds? This gorgeous garden is definitely worth a visit, in the heart of Marysville... a good 4 hour round trip for us, though worth it. Although, upon arriving with limited cash (like, not enough cash to cover us all!), we find there's no eftpos. They were lovely and told us to head back into town for cash afterwards but first, enjoy. So we did! We headed to the only two places to get cash out afterwards only to find they're both unavailable. We headed back, scrummaging for any loose car change, heads held low and feeling a little defeated by technology and gave them everything we could. The day we come back, we owe you guys a beefy tip!

On a heavier hearted note, we've all heard of the devastating black Saturday fires of 2009, we all know where we were and exactly what we were doing. It was that extremely dry, windy, 47 degree day in Melbourne, with unofficial temperatures recorded to be even higher than that, I was sitting in my smoke filled house listening to the radio and watching the TV anxiously waiting for updates. It was horrid, a day many Victorians will never forget. The stories you heard after that day were unbelievable, so surreal you'd think they were fiction. The thought of being in one of those devastated areas on that horrifying day is unimaginable, this was one of those places. The town of Marysville was ravished, scorched and near enough burnt to the ground. All that was left standing was 14 of over 400 buildings in Marysville, it was completely destroyed and torn apart, could you even imagine? Even more heart breaking, of the 173 precious lives lost over that 24 hours, 34 fatalities were from Marysville alone. The system failed, lives were ruined and many towns were left blackened. 

The sculpture garden was destroyed.

They have rebuilt, Bruno has relived his creative masterpieces and the vegetation has regrown. The town of Marysville is once again just divine. Pay it a visit, it will be more than worth it.

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Gumbuya Park 2016 https://www.kymfedjedesign.com/blog/2016/9/gumbuyapark2016 Loves a day out reliving the old childhood. Knowing we had a party the night before Father's Day, the original day we were going to head out and do the "we love Daddy" celebrations, common sense set in and we decided to do the family day out the day before hand. I dare say we were onto it in multiple ways.

We spent Father's Day hungover on the couch cringing at the thought of alcohol, watching a 4x4 show all afternoon and eating several ripper platters of every type of food group known to man kind that I'd sloshed my last ounce of energy into making. For the multiple side of it, Gumbuya Park was dead empty. We saw a couple of other families all day, never had a problem seeing into the enclosures and certainly didn't wait in any lines. Win win. 

Note to self, the day before Father's Day, I would imagine is the day to head out just about anywhere. Everyone has their plans set for the Sunday.

It's brilliant.

Here's a little bit of fun, Matilda just adored the dingos and the kangaroos though her favourite part of the day could possibly have been buying a lolly pop from the canteen. Kids. 

 

Happy Father's Day to the best dad our kids could possibly ever have, you're our rock, our chief provider, out lion that protects us from the wilderness. 
We'd be lost without you, we love you.
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FOTM // AUGUST https://www.kymfedjedesign.com/blog/2016/9/fotmaugust I did it!

It's on again, month two! I have actually made it and stuck to something, favourites of August are a thing. Yes, I'm surprised I stuck it out too, I am currently self high five-ing my efforts.

So here it is...

 

STEEL BLUE LADIES BOOTS WITH A SEXY LITTLE HINT OF PURPLE

So, I usually trek my lovely white Vans through mud, water, sand, dirt and everything else which way to Sunday. People often look at me like I'm insane and have often commented on what will be my personal regrets for my selective wardrobe choices. Least to their knowledge, those suckers are washer and dryer proof (I'm actually not kidding, the tag says so!), so they come up brand spankin' every time. However, this doesn't stop the mud from oozing in over the sides of my shoes in an unruly manner. Not so awesome. The day before our trip to Loch Valley, a winter trip, mud expected... my too fantastic husband brings these bad boys home for me. They are the diggity of bomb, hello warm, toast, DRY feet. Best. Ever.

 

BRUNO'S ART AND SCULPTURE GARDEN - MARYSVILLE

This place was really something else. My two year old daughter had an absolute blast, fascinated... speechless... on a hunt for fairies, even the "too cool for family outings" 11 and 12 year old boys enjoyed it. What are the odds? This gorgeous garden is definitely worth a visit, in the heart of Marysville... a good 4 hour round trip for us, though worth it. Although, upon arriving with limited cash (like, not enough cash to cover us all!), we find there's no eftpos. They were lovely and told us to head back into town for cash afterwards but first, enjoy. So we did! We headed to the only two places to get cash out afterwards only to find they're both unavailable. We headed back, scrummaging for any loose car change, heads held low and feeling a little defeated by technology and gave them everything we could. The day we come back, we owe you guys a beefy tip!

On a heavier hearted note, we've all heard of the devastating black Saturday fires of 2009, we all know where we were and exactly what we were doing. It was that extremely dry, windy, 47 degree day in Melbourne, with unofficial temperatures recorded to be even higher than that, I was sitting in my smoke filled house listening to the radio and watching the TV anxiously waiting for updates. It was horrid, a day many Victorians will never forget. The stories you heard after that day were unbelievable, so surreal you'd think they were fiction. The thought of being in one of those devastated areas on that horrifying day is unimaginable, this was one of those places. The town of Marysville was ravished, scorched and near enough burnt to the ground. All that was left standing was 14 of over 400 buildings in Marysville, it was completely destroyed and torn apart, could you even imagine? Even more heart breaking, of the 173 precious lives lost over that 24 hours, 34 fatalities were from Marysville alone. The system failed, lives were ruined and many towns were left blackened. 

The sculpture garden was destroyed.

They have rebuilt, Bruno has relived his creative masterpieces and the vegetation has regrown. The town of Marysville is once again just divine. Pay it a visit, it will be more than worth it.

INSIDE THE FIRESTORM: 2009 ABC BLACK SATURDAY VICTORIAN BUSHFIRE DOCUMENTARY

 

FATHER'S DAY PREP

Father's day is one of my favourites! We get to plan fun things, make all the things that Daddy likes, be sure to have some delicious beer on hand and spoil the super fabulous, hardworking, provider of house, chief bather of the toddler... the list goes on, on his Hallmark day. We love him everyday, really, but it's our one day publicised so we can show him even more how much we love him! I love and oogle over the fact that my kids have a ripper of a father in their lives. It is super love! You are all sorts of amaze husband, we love you!

 

BELLA BOX

This little box of bliss rocks up on my doorstep once a month, compliments of hubby! (He may or may not have known when I decided to fulfil my need for a little something something for me that it got popped onto his credit card... thanks husband!). It is a little box of goodies for a totally reasonable price that makes us ladies feel special. Does it get much better? Really? Do yourself a favour and band a subscription on you partners credit card, they'll accept it eventually! 

 

SPRING IS COMING

What can you possibly not love about knowing it's warming up? Unless, of course, you're a winter kind of human. Spring is near, the days are ticking away until it happens (although, come publication... it already will be!). Daylight savings, beach, CHRISTMAS, drinkies, swimming, summer camps... what's. not. to. love. The first beaming day of sunshine of this miserable winter saw us trekking the beach. Fish and chips, sunshine and kids playing happily in the sand. Come on summer! Spring on the verge of showing its face... definitely a FAVOURITE THIS MONTH!

 

So it's done, I managed to wrangle another month... I may or may not be back for September's little rippers. X

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Loch Valley 2016 https://www.kymfedjedesign.com/blog/2016/8/lochvalley2016 The weekend camps are go, it is time. We got this bad boy of a caravan, we ditched the tents, airbeds, stoves, excessive amounts of tables, lanterns, camp kitchens, way too many buckets etc. etc. and the 3 days of preparations just to be able to head into the bush and we've used it only a handful of times. Time to make use of it! 

A wee bit of searching online, we found a nice little place just over two hours drive away, perfect for two nights. Let's do it! The beastly Prado went full steam ahead (just!) through the winding, steep roads - least to its knowledge, its big old self is currently doing its last trip.

Driving the last stretch of dirt road just before arrival, it clicked. We've been here before. Our first bush camp with the caravan. We looked the same site up under two different names, not to self for next time. A quaint little spot, quiet, secluded...ish and camping nonetheless. Drink time and on the prowl for some firewood, it's the middle of winter... pretty sure we will actually hypothermia ourselves a treat if it doesn't happen asap.

Wet wood, everywhere, all over the place... just... wet. Usually, we bring some wood to get us going, this time through lack of organisation and more 'spontaneity', we will freeze. Loaded up the goods (yes, wet wood) and headed back to the camp, another family had arrived and set up nearby. I don't mind the odd set up nearby, it genuinely makes me feel less likely to be mass murdered while in the middle of nowhere with no phone reception and some canvas protecting me and my family from the outside world. Nice. 

The fire, honestly, I use the word loosely, starts slowly. Very slowly. It is a poor excuse for a fire. We cook dinner, longing for that raging fire people crave when they head off camping in the bush. The only thing that can help this right now, killer tunes.... and alcohol. Lots of alcohol. 

Finally, the fire is cranking, the tunes have changed from Miss "I'm two and you'll do what I says" choices. The Friday night shenanigans begin. I can't even believe how many people arrive at a pitch black campsite with no power, in the pitch black, to set up for the night. We've done it once and will never do it again. It is the ultimate nightmare, or perhaps doing it with kids is what tips the scales. Each to their own, but I'm out. I'd rather be that person already set up, bourbon in hand, fire raging, watching people struggling with their tents while they shine the sweet little lights off their car onto the area they attempt to call home. 

Blissful nights sleep, though it will be the last. We headed off to Toorongo Falls, we've also been here last time we came. Still quiet and lovely, tranquil waterfalls and all that, until the screeching sounds of our daughter start echoing through the forest because she wants to be carried, then walk, then carried by Mum, then carried by Dad, then walk, then hold hands, don't hold hands, carry me again, I want to walk... on and on and on. I shit you not. When we finally made it back to the car, it was bee line for the Noojee Pub for drinks and lunch before firewood haul 2.0.

A fraction more success on the firewood front, still having some dried out leftovers from the night before was a win. Fire is go, drinks and footy it is. The night pounced on, hubs cooked up a mean butterfly lamb roast for the family and the music was chirpy. How can you not love these times? Our neighbours over the grass put on a show, it started out with an entire Bob Marley album, followed by chowing down on potatoes, onto some mismatched techno blaring through the trees and fire twirling, full on double ended fire twirling in the dark, you do the math. Great to watch, even more hilarious trying to work out what was going on over there! 

Bedtime, not so blissful on this magical night. Matilda woke, crying, the sweet sounds of hoons at 1.30am nearby will do that. Finally settled back in with a bottle to no such luck, she wants more. Round two is go. Sound asleep by 4am, thank goodness! Nearer to 5am, they are back - tearing up the campsite. Matilda wakes again. Longest. Night. Ever.

Lies, she was a baby that never slept, longest night in sometime would be more honest.

Loch Valley, you were great for a cheeky trip away, however... even after coming here twice, I doubt we'll be back. Well... not with a toddler who wakes at the sound of air anyway.

As for the Prado, it has now departed... what will the next beast be?

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FOTM // JULY https://www.kymfedjedesign.com/blog/2016/8/fotmjuly Five things, every month that are total bangers! Why not?

I seriously struggle to stick it out with this kind of thing that requires commitment, minimal commitment, once a month kind of commitment... but, commitment nonetheless. I was the person who planned on taking photos of my daughter every month from her birth to make her a fabulous collage for her first birthday, we made it to four months. I am that person who is ever so easily distracted by anything, anything that doesn't require sticking to a timeline, every day, week, month or like.. ever! I'll give it a go... for as long as I remember.

So, picking the ball back up my five favourite things of the deliriously cold month of July go a little something like this...

KIKKI.K PLANNER

Without a doubt, I'm a list person. Surprisingly. I have lists for everything, everything you could think of, and then I have lists for my lists. These are little jumbled pieces of paper scattered all over the house. I had a work book, for all my client deets and photography/videography ideas and inspiration. However, that was as much of a jumbled mess as my lists and at times, my entire life.

Insert kikki.k planner into my life here. It is love... big, organisational, lists in one place love. Winner!

CANON 6D

The full framed magical love of my life.
It has been a rock solid piece of gold since I got it a couple of months ago from my ever loving, hubby. How did I never have a full framer sooner? It is a unicorn, better than I ever imagined and then some. Sadly, it gets just a good of treatment as my 60D, water, snow, heat, handbag... nothing is too much for these Canon babies. Well, not yet anyway, nothing has currently been broken. "Touch wood". But, this is why we use them, yes?
 
MOTOCROSS VIDEOGRAPHY + PHOTOGRAPHY
 
 
I love a new experience, a challenge, questioning everything I know and being a first timer. July brought me junior motocross served with a side of noise. We shot across to Wonthaggi for some photos and booted to Rosebud a short couple of weeks later to line up the video. Definitely, miles of room for improvement, we all start somewhere with each different scenario and give it the best crack capable of the time. Done and check, what a change from the norm.
 
 
FRANKIE MAGAZINE
 
 
How I never knew about this little slice long ago certainly beats me. It's basically a book of weird shit that comes out bi-monthly full of strange stories, fabulous purchases and awe inspiring photography. Cute.
 
And finally, for this cheeky month of July...
 
MOO BUSINESS CARDS
 
 
The overhaul of my work had to change. I've honestly done next to nothing for the past two years - a wedding videography job, a handful of shoots and my own personal filling in the blanks. Okay, so we had a baby, planned a total DIY wedding, got married, lushed on the honeymoon. My name changed, everything had to follow suit. The start of freshness, business cards! So incredibly OVER the standard, so I went with something a little different, a little off centre, a touch of gold foil and a little... well, square. It will begin again, one day.
 
Enjoy my love of all the things. x
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Mt. Donna Buang 2016 https://www.kymfedjedesign.com/blog/2016/7/mt-donna-buang-2016 A little trek up to Mt. Donna Buang was had, not a lot of snow at all but certainly made the littlest very happy. Her new found, two years too late, obsession with "Frozen" is in full swing, so… building a snowman was A MUST! (sings* do you want to build a snoooowmaaan?) She saw one that someone else had made and found it fascinating. The time came. The snowman was built and being the fantastic, on top if it all parent I try to be - I had a carrot stashed in my inner pocket pocket. I was the hero! For about 30 seconds. It was love! Upon completion, she decides that she doesn't want to leave it amongst the trees, rather, she wants to move it to the other one so they can "be friends". That's a job for Daddy and it job it sure was.

She's now seen snow for herself.

Next time, we'll be a little more prepared and provide her with gloves rather than socks that immediately soaked through leaving her tiny hands iced. We actually have been to the snow, the "proper" snow, not these patchy white blobs, several times with and without kids; snowboarding, skiing, we've stayed for up to a week… this was just an unorganised, last minute, parent failure of a mess.

Raising kids? High five.

 

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Huggetts Crossing 2016 https://www.kymfedjedesign.com/blog/2016/6/huggetts-crossing-2016  

 

 

 

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Madam decided having her nails painted for the first time was totally Winter camping   appropriate, so that's what we did. We packed up and headed off Friday morning, making exceptional time... until we took a wrong turn. Always the way, am I right? Upon finally arriving we set up shop and ran out of daylight, fast! I will never again take daylight savings and Summer camping for granted. Never.

As the new day came upon us, so did the rain. Not a lot, just a little, but enough to want it to stop. Breaky was up and the motorbikes at the other camps nearby started. To have a 2 year old girl borderline obsessed with motorbikes is a terrifying thought for any parent, she gazed in awe and waved at every. single. rider. Terrifying! I mean, this kid could be asleep in the car, she will hear a motorbike and wake just to point it out. 

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The day went on, others arrived and it was time to get that firewood before we froze our limbs off for the night. We headed off and into the wilderness, well... not really, we drove for about 10 minutes, loaded up and came back to camp. A quick drop and off again, this time over the river crossing and up to the heli pad to suss the view. There was playing, splashing, a touch of bromance and some car ogling. Tomorrow would be a bigger day, a day of driving in the high country and all the drama that comes with it. For tonight though, it was time to pack it in, cook a mean dinner and hydrate while keeping thawed out by the fire. 

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Loaded up into the van by 1am, 2 degrees inside... inside! Miss two snuggled in her bed requesting a drink of milk. I don't even know how she stayed so toasty, or how she manages to guzzle a cold milk in the middle of the night in low, single degree temperatures. Kids...


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The following day, Sunday, the tyres were let down, a quick break and shower were had and the moment was about to get real. We headed off, in a rock solid convoy of 6 vehicles and made out first stop at the lookout, a rocking view. Snaps, a map and a sense of direction lead us on our way. 

No problems, then she started getting steep, muddy and very slippery. Cooled off and trekked through more river crossings than I care to even attempt to remember. The real mud was yet to come, the killer ruts and the loss of control of the car being dragged by sludge in all the wrong directions. Ripper! The big boys with the mean set ups, went in for seconds... or thirds, we braved it for the most part - others flaked out all together and made close friends with the chicken tracks. Miss two however, picks out of 6 hours driving, her time to nap... literally, about to go through insane mud. Camera between the legs, hanging on for dear life, bottom not on the seat leaning to the rear of the car to hold madams tiny head solid against the back of her carseat while we bounce through the tracks and narrowly miss a handful of trees. Keeping it real. 

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The home time convoy, that's a little stretch there. All in all, no major dramas, not major toddler tantrums from the small one and not a massive amount of rain, we didn't stack the car despite even my best effort of having a drive... the car is manual... I don't even drive manual, but I smashed out my first few river crossings and then some. Go team! What a great weekend with even greater people, if only it were a little warmer. The next adventure come Summer, I will definitely be living it up and taking in that sunshine. Give me sunscreen, icy cold beverages, cold showers and boys in singlets any day.

Thanks for the fun Huggetts. 

 

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Phillip Island 2015 https://www.kymfedjedesign.com/blog/2015/9/phillip-island-2015 It was the first time the new van was put to use. It was actually the bees knees. Not even kidding.

Camping? This WAS NOT camping. This is a new thing, we actually have beds, like, beds... WITH AN INNER SPRING MATRESS! Unheard of. The small one has a TV, she can actually watch her rubbish cartoons that she adores and make me crazy with their repetitive noises, terrible choice of theme songs and screeching voices of their talented characters. Nevertheless, she likes.

The drama lived in the location choice. We're bush campers. This was a cute little side by side caravan/cabin park that left us nestled between the toilet block and a row of cabins... and their air con units. What a blast! Madam screamed, and screamed come bedtime. It felt like the whole world had literally stopped in its tracks and decided to watch he show. It was this moment we decided we were never, and I mean never doing this again.

We trekked a short 4.4km walk that madam owned, she done half of it solo, barefooted. That's my girl. A few sandcastles at the beach and back to our glamping. The beauty of the TV come the nights, footy! We could actually watch the footy... while camping. Can you tell how amazed I am?

We've done the tent thing, for many years. We'd literally spend half the first day at our campsite setting up, and even longer to pack up and leave. Always, last ones set up, last ones to leave. There comes a point where you just know there's another option out there, a better option... THIS option. 

Thanks for the adventure Phillip Island, though we won't be returning to camp here again. FYI, not even allowed to have fires on the island... not even in a fire pit. Nope.


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