Happy Birthday, Dear Ruby
Our cheeky little lady turns five this issue, and oh, how she’s grown.
You know that thing you do when someone reaches a certain age and you start looking back at what they were like all those years ago? Strapping big kids become, in your mind, a gorgeous little bundle of warm softness … well, until you get downwind of them and are promptly shocked back into reality.
A little over five years ago, while the women of the office were having a collective whinge about not being able to find any good women’s magazines to read we had the opposite of light bulb moment. The kind where there is no great surprise or flash of genius, just a ‘stuff it, if no one else is going to do it, we will’ decision.
For years, as we beavered (minds out of the gutter, ladies) away telling the stories of local businesses and delving into some of the big issues of the day in Business News, we would come across so many inspiring, interesting and often hilarious stories about women. There were so many big topics to cover and so many moments of madness that come with being a partner/mother/daughter/sister/friend that we knew really should be shared but just didn’t fit in the scope of the business magazine.
We had no plan for Ruby, no grand agenda and, in many ways, no freakin’ idea what we were doing. But we knew who we were doing it for. We were doing it for all of the women who were just like us, who found themselves saying, ‘Why doesn’t anyone write about that?’
All of those everyday stories, all of the amazing local women doing inspiring things, and all of the frustrations, the horrors and the joys of womanhood are the raison d'être for Ruby magazine. That we get to completely embarrass our significant others, parents and kids along the way has really just been an added bonus.
But the really, amazingly wonderful thing about the journey so far is that every time someone picks up a copy for a read, or that we get to meet and share their story, becomes one of the Ruby ladies (or a Ruby bloke). And all of it has kept us so busy that I nearly fell off my chair when someone pointed out that it would be five years this spring since that very first edition. Where did the time go?
In a panic, we thought, ‘What are we going to do for our fifth birthday?’
With our bonkers lives and coming out of a winter season that had all of us either curled up in a ball of viral misery, or, worse, dealing with the collective balls of viral misery of the significant others and family at home, the thought of an all-out birthday bash was not very attractive.
Frankly, we’d rather be at home, under a blankie, watching back-to-back chick flicks or binge watching those series that we’ve been recording since last year but haven’t had time to watch yet, and enjoying a quiet cup of tea and chocolate that we don’t have to share because, thank any deity that wants to claim credit, the significant others and kids are back at work/school and we have the house to ourselves.
Sometimes it’s the simple things that are the most memorable. For my 5th birthday I got a goldfish, which I called Bubbles, and a Barbie. And while some of the details are hazy, some memories shine through: Mum put five candles on a Boston Bun and there were family, friends, corduroy overalls, home knitted jumpers and shiny party hats involved.
And all I wanted to do was to scoop up that glorious sugar cream and coconut icing with my finger and eat it - all of it. Even my nascent questioning child self wondered at why that would be such a bad thing, as my parents seemed to think it was. What is the point of having cake if you can’t eat it too?
So, here is our Ruby birthday wish for you:
Do at least one thing today you really want to. Spoil yourself. Don’t just have your cake, eat it too, all if it if you want. Lick the plate!