Pat Tudor

Pat died. She was friends with my mum and dad and she knew me from the day I was born. She was born in Australia but lived in London for most of her life. Every summer from as early as I can remember Pat stayed with us in Sydney. Escaping the London winter she would arrive and fill our house with her beautiful spirit.

When I was in fourth class she helped me to colour in some pictures I had drawn for a social studies project. I watched as she carefully sharpened the pencil and then licked it before she started colouring. She explained that licking the pencil made the colour more vivid, I thought that she was the best colour-in-er-ra I had ever seen.

We would swim in the pool and drive to the beach, afterwards we would shower and we would stand in front of the bathroom mirror and apply moisturiser to our skin and she would comb my hair. She showed me all the exciting bottles and jars that dwelled within her toiletries bag, she sprayed me with perfume and put my hair in french plaits.

She was beautiful, glamorous and exotic and almost six feet tall with long blonde hair and a fantastic smile. I was a lonely child. When she was around, Pat was my friend, she listened to me and talked with me. She would reach out as I walked by and pull me in for a squeeze.

Last month Pat was in Australia and we had dinner together and talked about her friend, my mother, who had recently died. She comforted me and we laughed and shared stories and memories.

Pat died. She fell down the stairs of her home in London. She hit her head and there was nothing they could do to save her. I will miss her. Even though she lived so very far away, I will miss her. Pat brought happiness into my life, into every summer of my childhood.





xox eve xox


Copyright © E Jennings 2010.

For Jess xox

This ones for Jessica O'Connor the person who has made me laugh and kept me sane this semester (and boy oh boy what a semester it was/still is) She is an amazing person and she can only get better.

Thanks Jess, HIGH FIVE and GO TEAM [heh heh heh, Meg]

xox eve xox



Copyright © E Jennings 2009.

Follow Me Don't Follow Me.

Monday 27 July 2009
8.50 am


· It is interesting watching different people deal with someone that wants to argue, I was the one walking out of the room into another part of the house...within 5 minutes everyone was hiding with me and we laughed.

· My daughter is leaving to visit her father’s family in Western Australia. I am afraid that she will never come back.

· During my holidays all I did was look at real estate and now I am dreaming about floor plans.

· I have been tempted to return to the dark side.

· I am typing this list when I should be doing homework, laundry, drying my hair and making myself a coffee.

· My graphics tablet is not working and I cannot re install the software that would fix it, as it is buried and locked away with all my other junk at a storage unit in Camperdown.I hate storage.

Tuesday 4 August 2009
2.29 pm

· I am bored and need something, anything to happen.

· I am sick of looking at 1 bedroom flats and wish I could look at 2 bedroom houses (with a little garden would be perfect).

· My list is all complaints so far BUT my neck hurts, sorry.

· I am thankful for the friends and family that I have around me they make me laugh, give advice and they tell you that you are looking good and doing well and these are things I REALLY need to hear right now.

· I had a nice weekend with Ben, Amanda and Lili... We walked, talked and had lunch together which was lovely.

· I think I should stop writing this list as all I can think of now is more negative crap and my brain has stopped working.

I need to find my nest.

I have become numb with it all and it is all nothing.
xox eve xox


Copyright © E Jennings 2009.

Steer Clear of Water Fowl

Beware...they are on their way to a pond near you!

I have a friend who, when hearing about swine flu from a taxi driver with a thick accent, believed that it was called Swan Flu he even went so far as to talk to the driver of how people must be very worried in Western Australia and that Centennial Park must be in lock down (due to the large number of swans) In the end the driver could take no more and explained in a very slow voice that he believed that my friend was not understanding him, he then said ‘SWAN, SWAN, SWAN you know PIG!’ My friend ( who is quite smart but was suffering from jet lag) reached his destination. As the taxi departed he stood on the side of the road for a minute...it was then he realised what had just happened...and I have been telling his story and rubbing it in and laughing ever since...SWAN FLU ha ha ha ha ha what an idiot

xox eve xox


Copyright © E Jennings 2009.

The Start of Something.

This is the card I made for my friend Joss's birthday, she asked for everyone to make their cards.
I then started thinking about doing a painting, a painting about not being able to decide what to paint.
I just needed to buy a canvas and I'd be set...this usually leads to months of procrastination.
But... I went for a walk yesterday to get my morning coffee and there it was, a canvas, leaning against the wall in a lane way absolutely perfect condition and size.
So there you go!
As my daughter said- It was meant to be.
I'll keep you abreast (oh yeah!) of my progress.

xox eve xox

Copyright © E Jennings 2008.

The Bridge Climb - The view is awesome dude!

What can I say...I can say that it was O.K... I would have preferred a little bit more of that 'oh shit oh shit I'm gunna die' feeling but they have gone so totally over the top with safety that I found myself looking for danger, and that is not a healthy thought process to have, especially for me.
Would I do it again? Yes, but at night next time..It would be more thrilling at night.


Before you even get to the bridge proper you have to do a few things.

• Sit in a little waiting area until your group is called.
• When called you are moved into another even smaller room to fill out forms, confess to any major operations in the last 6 months and...be breathalysed (where's the fun in that?)
• You are then told to walk through another door and to stand on little circles painted onto the floor, I assumed this was to prevent us from getting tangled up with each other.
• The nice woman then looks us all up and down in order to size us for our sexy one piece jump suit (not the right name me thinks)
• You are told to remove watches, large earrings, bracelets and any hair accessories..elastic bands are o.k but scrunchies are out. At this point my mind wanders thinking of what sort of weapon a scrunchy could be fashioned into!!!
• You are told to remove everything from your pockets and to only wear a light layer of clothing under the suit.
• Then, with jump suit in hand, it is into another smaller room with lockers.
• Choose a locker, walk behind one of the little curtain change areas and strip.
• Spend 1 min putting on your jump suit and 10 minutes helping others put theirs on the right way
• Place all your contraband into the locker and the locker key around your neck.
• Is this starting to sound like prison yet???
• You are then made to walk through a metal detector once through the detector you are double checked by someone with a hand held wand thingy
• Oh and you are told that when walking through the detector just to clasp your hand around your locker key (that is around your neck) so as not to set it off- At this point my companion turns to say that this is a tip that we can now use at international airports
• My mind wanders, thinking of what you could conceal in your closed hand that could possibly cause chaos- a tiny explosive device, a tiny gun, a really nasty tiny dog.
• Blahh blahh you get kitted up
• You climb/walk the bridge.
• You do all the above points in reverse (ouch)
• You collect your free group photo and refuse to pay $24 plus for any of the other photos they took whilst you were up there.
• You go to the pub with the nice Scottish couple you met whilst climbing and have a stiff drink.

THE END
Copyright © E Jennings 2008.

But seriously it was fun and easy enough for anyone to do

(please see terms and conditions available on the bridge climb web site)

THIS is also very cool

Lili's Giraffe.

Ben's sister Lili, who is 4 drew this AMAZING giraffe...and not just any old giraffe it is a gift wrapped giraffe.

I could have drawn pictures with you all day Lili.

xox eve xox

Copyright © Lili G 2008.

Just for Bulldog.

Found on the streets of Sydney and photographed just for you.

xox eve xox

Copyright © E Jennings 2008.

A Beautiful Walk.

I went up to Dad's for a quick visit on the weekend. He seems to be getting along well on his own although I do think that he is a bit lonely sometimes without Mum.
Ben drove me up there and we met up with Rhonda and the dogs Bluey (pictured) and Bella and went for a beautiful walk along the creek near Dad's old place.
We saw lots of frolicking young steers (cattle) some fabulous wombat holes and just marveled at nature, it was great.
I did not want to leave.
In this picture, that Rhonda took, you can see Mt. Tinnagroo in the background.
This is all for now I have been a bit busy with my college course and also a bit down about the lack of comments (I know it is silly of me)
I know that lots of people visit but only a loyal few leave me a message...I almost deleted this blog last night but was talked out of it...It is only human to want feed back... Perhaps I need it more than most due to some kind of childhood trauma... WHO KNOWS?
thanks everyone,
xox eve xox

My New Friend Rhonda.

I have an amazing, new friend.

Her name is Rhonda and she is very talented. More importantly though she is kind.

Rhonda and her beautiful son became my friends whilst I was staying with my father after he had had a nasty fall.

We had been introduced by a mutual friend, Dorothy.

Rhonda then became my friend too...She cheered me up, took me to Youth Club to draw with the kids, we went on a lovely walk along the creek and saw BIG wombat burrows.

She was patient, caring and compassionate.

Rhonda, with her positive words and sense of fun, helped me more than she knows, she helped me back to ME, to wanting to be a better kind of me, the me that was buried under piles of self doubt.

The me that had been lost for quite a while.

We have had very different journeys through life but had so much in common that it was simply quite amazing.

So this is to say thank you.

Thank you for being my new friend.

Someone that I am sure will become a very dear friend.

xox eve xox

Did Ya Miss Me? ( With Every Shot So Far )

I am back...I am feeling clearer than I have in a long time.
Having time away has helped me more than I can express.
I missed my daughter sooooo much and went straight to her place before I even went home.
She now has a little baby bump tummy and looks so beautiful.

We hugged, I handed over gifts and all was right with the world.

I am happy to announce that I am the proud owner of the now famous 'Guinea Pig" painting.

Word had spread like wild fire. I arrived at the youth club a little late only to be greeted by a cry of-

"This is the lady that wants to buy your picture"

I then entered into intense negotiations with a lovely 10 year old girl, who was soooo excited I thought she may burst, the handsome sum of $5 was agreed upon.

Her mother, who had brought her to youth club especially, took photos of the artist handing me the "Guinea Pig" and there was talk of the $5 being framed and kept as a memento of the occasion.

What can I say...It was all just MAGIC.

I felt like I had entered the pages of a Famous Five story-

"Bags of lettuce and lashings of ginger beer for everyone" I felt like saying.

I will write more soon and will have some photos to share with you.

xox eve xox

Missing Family and Friends or Having Limited Access To The Internet or Where is Amanda?

Ben and Lilly

Chris and Kinta

I am still in the country and I miss all these SpEciAL people....sigh.

I also miss Dorothy who, by the way, introduced me to Rhonda...I miss you too Dorothy (who introduced me to Rhonda)

xox eve xox

P.s. Dorothy introduced me to Rhonda..he he he ha ha ha

Welcome To Horse Country.

Well here I am back at Dad's place.I arrived by train on friday and was met at the station by my new friend The Talented Rhonda,her Super Speller son Ali and Bella the Beautiful Boarder Collie. It was so nice to have friendly faces to greet me even if they were all suffering from the flu that I'm sure they caught from me last week (Don't say that I never give you anything Rhonda!) The first port of call was to the cafe as i had NOT had a coffee ALL day and was, I think, suffering from caffeine withdrawal. We then went on to Dad's so that I could dump my bags and go to the loo (you really needed to know that! Didn't you?) As Dad was having his afternoon nap I knew he would be fine till at least 6 pm so off we went to the Youth Club to Paint pictures with all the kids.I love watching the kids paint they are just so amazing and last week one of them painted the best guinea pig EVER- I have made an offer of $5 for said "Guinea Pig" and I am prepared to go as high as $10 but that is my limit.The prices in the art world are crazy enough as it is without me contributing. I have Max Watters acting as my agent in these high stakes negotiations so I feel confident that the 'Guinea Pig' will be mine.Lets all just hope that the 9 year old is willing to sell. I am quietly confident.

I mentioned my hair (on my head) in the last post. Well... I decided that I would treat myself to a proper haircut-by proper I mean one that has not been done by me with the kitchen scissors in the front yard. I have not had a "proper" hair cut for 15 years so you can imagine,quite easily, that I know nothing about the 'ways' of the salon...NOTHING.

So I decided that I would simply have my eyebrow waxed (Yes, that does say EYEBROW) and then have my hair (on my head) shampooed and then trimmed...easy. Everything was going smoothly, I had braved the hot wax on the eyebrow torture (I had never had this done either) and it was not as bad as one would imagine. If anyone is going to fall in a heap wailing because of self inflicted and unnecessary pain it is me. I then had the best shampoo and conditioning head massage in the universe followed by a trim that went from about an inch to about 4 inches as my confidence grew (I was starting to get into this secret women's stuff ) It was at this exact moment, with my confidence growing and my guard down that the salon girl,somehow sensing my vulnerability, pounced...

"Would you like to put a semi permanent colour through your hair today?"

I,not wanting to appear ignorant of such things,requested more information and if possible the use of props. The nice girl explained that it would not be a permanent colour and would wash out after 30 washes. She showed me a big board with samples of coloured hair, she pointed to my blondie colour and then to another deeper colour that she thought would suit me. I remember saying that i thought that the intended colour sample looked a bit dark and she assured me that it would not be as dark as that. I asked why they would make the sample darker than it actually turned out and wouldn't they be better off making the samples match the end result... Obviously no one had ever questioned her like this before and it was right then that I should of high tailed it out of there...But I didn't. Instead I said- "O.K"

Well after this procedure was completed I was left with dark brown hair...DARK BROWN...not that there is anything wrong with that but it is just not me.

Before I had even left the salon I was enquiring as to weather me going home and washing my hair 30 times would remove this colour from my hair... Now This was the first time I had done anything like this to my hair and it will be the last.

When I was at the college signing up for my business admin course the other day I got talking to a young girl that was studying hairdressing (where was she last week?) she told me that I should know that my hair,after this stuff has washed out in 5 weeks, will not go back to its original colour completely..EVER..NOOOoooooooooooo.

Kinta's boyfriend Chris says that I now have artificial intelligence as I went from blonde to brunette.

I feel silly and just not like me anymore.

I avoid mirrors as I just end up sighing heavily and wishing it all would just GO AWAY.

Alan did not say anything for quite some time and then all he said was-

"Your eyebrows look good"

I think that about sums it up.

Boooooooooooo.
xox eve xox

Don't look at me

Visiting Rhonda In The Country

This is one of Rhonda's beautiful drawings. It is of her dog Bluey.
You can see more of Rhonda's beautiful photographs and drawings by visiting her web site.Just click on the link below

Hi Rhonda... Now you are even more famous cause you are on my amazingly popular web site/blog.

(This is just a little post that I did at a Rhonda's place in order to convert her to blogging)

xox eve xox

Sad Emo Kid.(Don't Ask Me Why) AND A Picture Of My Friend Stuart.

And this Is my wonderful,clever friend Stuart who helped me with my new Laptop (did i mention the lap top?)
His 7 year old daughter drew the most fabulous picture using my Wacom-I will post it soon.
xox eve xox

Just A Little Note To Amanda H.

Amanda, Amanda,wherefore art thou Amanda?


Start a NEW Blog.
Do It.
Do It NOW.
I can help you out with a really cool 'password.'
xox eve xox

The Resemblance is Uncanny...(Without Cans)

My Friend Bulldog drew this fabby-do comic and I LOVE IT
(it went a little blurry when i enlarged it sorry)

The Bulldog is convinced that i am some sort of spy/peeping tom
That i am peering in at windows and gleaning information of a highly sensitive and personal nature... whilst apparently leaving tell tale lipstick marks on the windows (see comic)
Information that i spring on him whilst chatting on line
Information such as-

• he has a cat (there is a photo of said cat with pet dog at the top left of his blog)
• he likes the movie 'Withnail and I' (He has listed this movie in the 'Favorite Movies' section on his Profile page)
• he has a pretty groovy looking bike (He told me about said bike in a comment he left on one of my posts,it also appeared in a photo he linked to when talking about cleaning up his 'office')
• And other stuff too!!

The bulldog has become quite concerned as to HOW i know all these personal details

I shall never reveal my source.

All that i can say in my own defence is this-

I AM ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE PLANET

I DO NOT WEAR LIPSTICK

I'm innocent,innocent i tells ya!

I've been FRAMED...and I'm loving every single minute of it.

Thanks Bulldog for...you know...just everything.

xox eve xox

P.s. Oh and you really should clean your windows.

P.p.s. click here ,if you haven't already,to see the follow up comic