Under a Blood Red Sky

Actually, it was more orange than red.

At about 7.30 last night we were gearing ourselves up to wander around the suburb a bit to find a good vantage point for the lunar eclipse. But as we walked out the front door we discovered half our neighbours parked in front of Number 12 (over the road), with a perfect view. So it wasn't much of an expedition, but we did see the eclipse ...

Larry's Party

First up, I changed my mind about blog titles. I'm going to include books as well as movies. And maybe even songs if they take my fancy. So there.

On Sunday evening, Andrew and I frocked up (well, I did, he didn't) to attend the 40th birthday celebrations of our dear friend Sharon, author of It's my party and I'll knit if I want to and Being Married and general cool chick.

The theme of the shindig was glamour, so naturally enough most of the guests turned up in jeans. Clearly they hadn't read the books we gave Sharon as a gift, the delicious Style and Occasions by that doyenne of fabulousness herself, Kate Spade.

I got to wear my new (vintage) snakeskin shoes that I accidentally bought one Friday lunchtime in the city. It's not my fault they were my size. Sadly, I can't walk in them. But I can stand and sit very stylishly in them, especially with a glass of champagne in my hand, and fortunately that was all I was required to do.

The presence of several babies under the age of two months also lowered the glamour quotient somewhat, I'm sorry to add. Especially when they vomited. However, Andrew very bitchily came up with a theory that someone we know might be having an affair, which made things a bit more exciting and grown-up again.

Anne of Green Gables

Okay, so probably enough pictures of Holden enjoying sporting victory. Phoebe's turn. Phoebe, like her mother, is not really that interested in sport, although she is excellent at yelling her support. She's more into drama and music, which brings me to these pictures of the annual school book character parade - in Preschool she was Angelina Ballerina, and last year she was Pippi Longstocking.
This year she wanted to be Anne of Green Gables, but my limited sewing skills (and patience) weren't up to the puff-sleeved dress that was going to be required. So instead she was Lesley from Bridge to Terabithia (yup, the recent movie version), but I haven't got a photo up yet ...

Bend it like Beckham

Yeah yeah, say all you like about soccer moms, but Holden's under 10s Grand Final on Saturday was a corker - they won 3:0 and we had a big party here afterwards to celebrate. Please note that this is non-alcoholic champers being sprayed around by the infants (and a rather pleased manager).

Marathon Man

So, the first decision I've made - unilaterally, I might add - is that we are to continue the film name blog title rule.
Conveniently enough, last Sunday was the City to Surf, the famous Sydney run. Back in the day, when we lived in Bondi, we always had a party after the race. Andrew would do a ridiculous time (like 56 minutes), drag himself home and drink beer for the rest of the afternoon. Ah, the good old days.
Back then, Hol was a tiny thing. Now he's 10, and this year he ran the City to Surf for the first time. I should add that he's never run more than 5km at a time before, although he does always win his school cross country.
So, the little so-and-so ran it in 87 minutes. That's 14km, including the reknowned Heartbreak Hill. By the time I had crawled to the end, he was already planning next year's run.
Here's a photo of the champ, taken by The Bank's photographer - yeah, there are some advantages to working for a large evil corporation, like 'hospitality' and photographers at the end of a run.

Oh, and just in case he sulks because I haven't mentioned him enough, Andrew was a PREFERRED runner this year. Unlike normal people, he got his name on his bib. Very special.