Never ones to let the grass grow under our feet, the Household enjoyed an insanely hectic Sunday. First we hosted a lunch for 11 (recipes to come this arvo), then we dashed to Bondi to catch the final day of Sculpture By The Sea, before finally parking ourselves at the Bondi Icebergs (the cheap seats) for dinner.
Husband and I had tiffed over Sculpture By The Sea earlier in the week, so I was a little startled to find myself there at 4pm yesterday. I tried to discuss potential dates with him one morning, only to be told to rack off and stop bothering him with trivialities … or something unpleasant to that effect. He’s not a morning person, whereas I rise around 6am and veer towards the bombardy by the time he finally struggles from beneath the sheets.
So I thought, bugger you, I’ll not be mentioning it again. You’re the arty farty one in the relationship, you can miss out – again – and torture yourself about it – again – until next year. And I will sit on my high horse and say, well, I tried.
When our lunch visitors departed at 3pm, Husband floated the Bondi excursion idea. I narrowed my eyes but decided to let bygones be bygones. Mainly because I wanted to see the bunny riding the horse and the frog riding the bicycle, which I’d admired on other blogger posts and Facebook. Yes, I’m all class.
The chook sculpture was an unexpected and delightful bonus.
It’s been two years since we’ve done Sculpture By The Sea and the Sprogs artistic stamina has grown along with their enormous feet, so we had a lovely time walking along the coast from Bondi to Tamarama.
There was some brief moaning about wanting to go to the playground, shouted down by Husband with a sharp “No way! You can do that any time. We’re here to look at ART.”
The Sprogs loved the coloured ribbon artwork, whipping about the wind, which reminded me of those old fly strips on back doors. They also enjoyed the $2 shop toys imprisoned in crevices.
I thought Sprog 1 would go crazy for the skeleton doing a tightrope walk, but I ended up admiring it on my own.
We ranged around Tamarama Beach exploring all the artworks on the sand, then retraced our steps through the throngs and thongs to Bondi. (I also marvelled at the stupid footwear on some of the women folk. I’ve no idea what possessed them to teeter their way along the rocky paths in stilettos.)
I also got quite carried away taking arty pics on my Blackberry. If only they made cameras that instantly upload photos … Has someone designed one of those yet? If so, can I have one for Christmas? (Hint, Husband.) Because I think photography might be my new love.
We ended the evening on the downstairs balcony of Bondi Icebergs, sharing a seafood platter. As entertainment, we fed the Sprogs molluscs. Sprog 1 tried her first mussel, looked like she might vomit and spat it into a serviette; Sprog 2 tried her first oyster, looked like she might vomit and spat it into a serviette. Bulk fun.
Oh, I almost forgot the ketchup … Sprog 1 intially refused to share our seafood plate and insisted on getting the tough as old boots $8.50 steak with tomato sauce. Then declined to eat it, preferring to tuck into our prawns instead. Bloody typical.
How was your Sunday?
PS I was hoping to run into Ashton Kutcher on the Sculpture By The Sea trail … I scoped out every bloke in a baseball cap. But no luck. Unlike Ruby Rose, who scored a dinner date with him while he was in town … Check out her Twitter pic from the night, plus read all the latest Hollywood gossip, including Miley Cyrus tongue-kissing a unicorn, over at HouseGoesHollywood …
http://housegoeshollywood.blogspot.com.au/2012/11/miley-cyrus-tongue-kisses-unicorn.html
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I am jealous. What a great day!