…Hanson. As in the long-haired trio of brothers whose music I have officially listened to for exactly two decades. A lot of people don’t even know that they’re still producing music. GREAT music, by the way.
But I’m struggling with something.
I’m wondering if, after 20 years of fandom, you can change your allegiance from one Hanson brother to another? IS THAT ALLOWED? You see, I was always a Zac girl. He’s closest in age to me, I had a weird thing for drummers as a teenager, and personality-wise we were both pretty hyper kids. Now that we’re all grown-up, I can just see that Taylor is more my type of person. We align better. I mean Zac’s great. He’ll always have a special place in my heart as my very first intense celeb crush. I’ll still follow him on Instagram. But I just think Taylor has the edge these days. He’s got that whole doting-dad-and-husband thing going on that mums in their 30s melt over.
Teenaged me just cringed at the thought of a) Taylor Hanson being a dad, b) me being in my 30s, c) me finding a dad appealing, and d) me finding Taylor Hanson appealing. Zac 4eva.
I’m almost done with the Hanson talk BUT first, a story. When I was 11, my family went on a trip to America. We were in Hawaii and I don’t know why, but my sisters and I were writing notes on scraps of paper and throwing them off the balcony onto the ground below, hoping that people would pick them up, read them, and wonder forever who wrote them. Mind you, these notes were no literary masterpieces. “Hello from Australia”, “I like pineapples”, “It’s hot today”. That kind of pre-teen genius. Well, on one of those notes I wrote “Wild Thing luvs Zac Hanson”. Yes, I called myself Wild Thing at 11. I guess the cringe-worthiness of this story is multi-level, now that I think about it.
No sooner did my scrunched up little profession of love and adoration hit the pavement below, than a mysterious black bird of some sort (I’d say crow, but I don’t want a barrage of comments saying “THERE ARE NO CROWS IN HAWAII, FOOL” so I’m playing it safe here) picked up my note and flew off with it.
A sane person would say, “Ah, the poor beast needed more nest fodder.”
But 11-year-old Klara’s jaw hit the floor, and in that moment I became utterly, 100% convinced that the bird had been sent from Heaven, and was tasked with the all-important job of delivering my note to Zac Hanson. Yep, my unwaivering expectation was that this humble bird was embarking on a journey from my hotel in Hawaii to Zac’s hometown of Tulsa, Oklahoma for the sake of love. I went to sleep that night with visions of my note fluttering from the sky into Zac’s waiting hands, of Zac reading it, scratching his head in wonder and murmuring, “Who is Wild Thing?! I MUST FIND HER, FOR THIS IS TRUE LOVE.” Truly, it played out like a bad tween movie in my head, and it involved months of Zac desperately searching, comparing hand-writing on fan letters, meticulously studying the garish “HANSON ROCKS” signs held proudly by teenage girls at every concert to see if the letter S curled in the same shape as the one on the note, which by now was crumpled beyond recognition due to his hours of reading and re-reading, hunting for clues. And then finally, just as he had given up all hope, our paths would cross unexpectedly. I would be wearing a pink tie-dyed dress and have a beaded braid in my hair, and I would shyly wave, smile, and say “Hey Zac. It’s me. Wild Thing.”
You can see why I became a writer, right? Ha!
In other news, this morning I baked crunchy-topped banana cupcakes and to be fancy, I decided to use those funky little free-standing cupcake cases rather than the more traditional patty pans. Well, long story short, I over-filled them and cupcake batter poured out of the tops as they rose and what we have are delicious, bobble-headed banana cupcakes with weird foldy bits and burns around the edges. Rustic cooking is seriously my jam. Let’s go with that.
What better time could there be for LINKS!?
This DIY pom-pom basket is oddly cute. I’d do it!
No-knead peasant bread is the BEST. My friend Keren makes no-knead bread super regularly, and that just seems like the ultimate Mum move: hot fresh bread in the morning. Mmmm!
Yes, alright, it’s the 10th of September ALREADY but if you haven’t checked out Amanda’s YESTEMBER Challenge you really really should. There’s no reason why you can’t just jump in and start now. The little daily challenges are bite-sized and awesome! Do it!
Speaking of September, did you check out our Spring Clean Your Life challenge? It’s kind of a big deal, and will change your life for the better!
ALSO if you’re ready for those Spring vibes, look out for our Ultimate Spring Bucket List hitting the blog on Tuesday! I even made a free printable to go with it. So there’s that.
Happy Sunday, internet people! If you’re looking for me (though why would you be?) I’ll be cracking out my 90s playlist and going into a Hanson coma. And parenting my toddler, let’s be clear. I can do both.