Howdy sisters.

I’m still dealing with the aftermath of the Offspring season – and let’s be honest – show finale. (DISCLAIMER: Major Offspring Spoiler alert. DO NOT read if you have not yet watched the season finale.)

I mean, come on. Every loose story thread packaged up into an emotionally satisfying end, Nina and Zoe’s future bright in the arms of Leo (don’t you bloody love Leo), the final appearance of Patrick giving Nina his last blessing, Mick and Billie back together where they belong. Even Billie’s unlucky-in-love friend Ange managed to pocket a pash. It’s just too much. (On a sidenote, good luck to Thomas for ever finding another acting gig because Australia will rally against that scumbag and take him down.)

Look, I’m getting carried away. It’s just a television show, I know. But the beauty of a television show – of any story really – is what it does to us. How it changes us. How it unites us in the messy, beautiful lives we live – the relationships we screw up, the births we cry for, the deaths we grieve. We draw inspiration from these very vulnerable, very human characters trying the best they can with the cards they are dealt and it turns us more honest, braver, deeper somehow when we return, after that glorious one hour, into our own lives again. Besides, goodness me, the Proudmans are my friends. Nina and Billie? I am right there in that sisterhood, sisters. You can’t just take them AWAY from me.

Hi, my name is Rachel and I am a die-hard Offspring fan, and don’t mind me while I just weep over here on my couch and present you with some cute photos of the past couple days.

Well, this was the coolest thing ever, according to a two-and-a-half year old I know.


Pretend motorbike rides? Ah, yes please.


But honey, let it be known that the man you see in these photos is the ONLY MAN whose motorbike you will ever be on the back of. Like, ever.


Sprinkling this little blog post with some cute baby stuff.


_MG_3279And some sistering on which Billy is still yet to be completely thrilled about.


Behold, mornings at the playground where I watch Ella jump off rocks and call Watch me mummy! and climb up railings and I wonder again, mouth agape, where the hell my baby went and how she learned to DO all this stuff.




And behold, walking out the back, swimmers and fizzy waters in tow to discover this.


Friday handstands, and great big love from my family to yours.



Friday’s Photo Dump (theredtent on Instagram if you want to follow the feed).


See you back here soon!


4 Responses to “Ramblings”

  1. NatandDan

    Oh gawd I’m still in total denial about Wednesdays (very obvious) last EVER Offspring episode! That’s my one and only show I must watch every week – Daniel pass me the remote now, do not talk to me, do not look at me, you’re on total kid duty for the next hour. Unless the house is burning down, please do not interrupt me. Now what do I have to look forward to?! Apparently they are in talks about continuing on with another season due to recent increased ratings. We can only hope!

    • The Red Tent

      And Daniel, bring the lovely lady some chocolate and wine while you’re at it! I’m so with you. If Joel ever dared interrupt with a “hang on, who’s that?” or “what did I miss?” there are only ever death stares and a big long shhhhhhhhhhhhh……!!


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