Missing in action
Hey everybody, Kim here from desire to inspire. You might be wondering what I’m doing posting on Pink Mohair. Well, if you must know, I just found out that Pink has been suffering from designofridamifidus, a rare disorder where a person becomes so obsessed with decorating and anything associated with Frida that they have heart palpitations and difficulties breathing. No really, she did get in contact with me recently and gave me the scoop on her disappearance from blogland. She misses everyone terribly and wanted me to explain why she hasn’t been able to blog.
We’ve all heard Pink’s stories about the terrible work environment at the hospital where she was a doctor. It just became unbearable for her and stressed her out to the max. So for her sanity she had to quit – and quick. In order to find other work in a stable environment she’s moving out of state and working locums out of town and thankfully onto greener pastures. Her life is pretty much total chaos right now and she has limited access to the internet. She wanted to make sure I mentioned how she’s dying to get back to blogging and how much you all mean to her. She should be back posting around the second week of December. She’s hoping that we will all have faith in her, and hang in there while she gets her life back in order. Let me be the first to say that if she’s worried we’ll forget about her, she can add INSANE along with her symptoms of stress and depression. Because she is one of the most amazing people I’ve gotten to know since starting blogging and I have all the faith in the world that she’ll come back in December better and stronger than ever with even more hilarious kid stories, crazy (and inspiring) design ideas and scary Frida art finds. Correct me if I’m wrong, but blogland hasn’t been the same without her. So December better get here soon because we love you and need you back Pink!!!!
I couldn’t write up this post without including some photos, since Jo and I are photo fanatics on our blog (thanks Jo for helping me gather these). The following photos are a tribute to our friend, blogger extraordinaire, Pink.
I’d like to take you through a day in the life of Pink.
Every day starts off with some nourishment, of the liquid variety. How else can you be a doctor, a mother of 2, a wife, a blogger (of TWO blogs), a designer, a crafter, etc. etc. without a gin and tonic to start off the day? (Lord knows I’d need about 3).
Pink then decides to get out of her jammies and pull on a sexy outfit, that’s GOT to include her favourite shoes, platforms of course. It’s so hard to choose which pair.
Breakfast needs to be made for the kids, so back to the kitchen Pink goes and into the fridge to scrounge around for some pickles. The fridge has GOT to be a pink Smeg.
After breakfast it’s time to do some work around the house. How about making another set of curtains? This must be done using the cutest sewing machine around, of the Hello Kitty variety.
While sewing Pink listens to some Placido, because she thinks he’s the bomb. (??!!??!!)
Pink then prepares lunch for herself and her children, but hang on…it looks like Junior has already eaten.
After lunch Pink gets the itch to shop online for items for the house. Perhaps another bust? You can never have enough busts….
…or maybe some Blythe dolls.
OK, so all sorts of fun stuff are ordered and on their way so Pink decides it’s time to make dinner. How about breakfast for dinner (my favourite by the way)?
After dinner Pink has a night out with the girls, and her husband takes on duties required to get the kids to bed. This is a true story directly from Pink’s husband, and because he has a sense as humour as priceless as his wife’s I asked if I could post it.
Reason number 204 to get Pink back - (and I know that you will find this as amusing as she did):
In the bath last night, Juniorette asked "Daddy - how do you know that you are a boy??" - Okay beads of sweat appeared on my furrowed brow. (Juniorette refers to penis as "Butt" - don't know why!!!)
"Well, because boys have butts!" (Where is mommy when you need her?!?!?)
"Oh you mean your penis Daddy!" - "Emm yes dear - where did I put the soap?"
"So is Junior a boy because he has a penis?"
Okay this bath is ending really quickly.
"Yes dear!"
"So why does it stick out? - When I grow up, can I have a butt too Daddy?"
The water was quickly drained, the kids were whisked out of the bath, and as I rushed them into PJs all I could muster was to keep re-stating "Ask you mommy -- ask your mommy!!!!!"
We have sort of agreed that Pink answers Juniorette’s questions and I will take care of the guy questions. They will be easier - I just have to grunt and thump my chest several times to communicate with my son. Girls are tricky because they have the brains.
Thank you Pink’s husband. It is stories such as this that keep us going back to your wife’s blog on a daily basis for a good dose of laughter (at your family’s expense), among other things.
