Author: Rebecca Raspberry // The Rebecca Project

Radvent 2010 – Day 1: Remembering

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Today is the first day of Radvent 2010,  the blogging project I am participating in, which is the brainchild of designer Princess Lasertron. What were you doing five years ago today? As the holiday season began? Where were you? Who were you with? What did you want? What did you have? Five years ago, it was 2005.  I was living (rather unhappily, for the most part) back in Sydney. A few months previously, I’d lost my Grandpa, and threw myself into my studies and in supporting my favourite Aussie Rules team, the Sydney Swans. I remember a lot about the day my Grandpa died — the urgency in Dad’s voice when he woke me up; Mum encouraging me to touch his hand and talk to him; and one of the most memorable moments from that day was sitting outside in the sunshine with my siblings, chatting about the good times with Pa. It’s probably the closest we have ever been. We must have sat there for three hours, the sun on our skin, lounging on …

Radvent 2010

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  [Source: Princess Lasertron] I’ve decided to join the Radvent 2010 movement, which was a concept created by one of my design heroes, Megan of Princess Lasertron. It’s a blogging project leading up to Christmas and the New Year, serving as a discussion platform for various topics as well as for exploration and reflecting on my own growth up to this point. I’m really looking forward to living up to the commitment to write more, and am curious to see where this adventure in blogging takes me. [Source: Princess Lasertron] *** Anyhoo, after months of planning, my plans for Christmas are confirmed: I will be returning home to visit my family and friends in Sydney. So instead of curling up by our imaginary fire, and wearing jackets and scarves and gloves when we head out into the cool San Francisco environment, I’ll be out and about in the Australian sun, waterskiing and kicking back in my parent’s new holiday house. I haven’t been home in 18 months and I’m really starting to miss everyone. Sadly (primarily …

It was four years ago today…

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…When I, by chance, met the love of my life on a couch in a hostel in the west of Ireland. It was November 2006. The month before, I had left my comfortable, old life as a Sports Copytaker at AAP in Sydney, Australia, and moved to Ireland. I’d overcome my existential crisis (“How do I fit my life in a suitcase?”), said my tearful goodbyes to friends and family, and flew halfway around the world. I spent three and a half weeks travelling around, drinking in Galway with other Aussies who were also there for the International Rules, hiking in Killarney, partying in Cork, madness in Dublin, and meeting new friends (Hello Gill! Hello Alice!) whom I knew were more than just passing acquaintances. And then I made one of the best decisions of my life: to return to Galway and base myself there. I returned to Sleepzone — the same place where I’d stayed with the other Fanatics for the first game of International Rules. I met the local cast of (mostly Aussie) …

Real love!

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This is an Etsy seller I can totally see myself hearting. SO AWESOME! [Source: Herbalnights Etsy shop] I love really interesting headwear, and judging by how cold it was at the festival last weekend, I’m going to be needing plenty of winter hats here in downtown SF. But making them look like candy corn and cupcakes?!?!? HELL YES! [Source: Herbalnights Etsy shop] Check out her shop HERE. http://www.etsy.com/listing/59647861/red-velvet-cupcake-beanie

Mail, mail, mail… a letter to Claude

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‘Tis the season for political mail, and after all, I write the stuff, but my own mailbox is pretty clogged by the end of the week. No on Pro B, Yes on L, No on whatever… I’ve ceased caring. Except for the mail about my race, of course. But then I opened this letter today, addressed to the resident of my apartment (ie me). It was from the US Postal service and reads something like this:     Why, thank you for your letter dated 30 September, Claude (that has taken until the 16th to arrive, by the way!). So lovely to receive mail from you. It sure makes me sit up and take notice when things are actually in an envelope and are some glossy political nonsense. Now, evidently, you are telling me to make sure I write my address correctly, which I have been, but thank you for the reminder. We all need to be reminded so often just to remember where we live. But more importantly, I am supposed to be helping …