Yesterday, in a move of surprising organisation I’m not normally used to in holiday time, I was able to muster the children together and get them out the door and down to the local shoe shop by 9.10am. Unfortunately, a great many other mothers were even more organised and by the time I arrived I…
I’m not quite sure how to write about Christmas, now I’m here typing about it. Too often I wonder about pictures and articles that harp on about decorations that seem to worry too much about appearances: it’s like a “my Christmas was way more beautiful and tasteful than yours” competition. Which is funny, if you…
I’ll do a proper Christmas post soon (‘proper’ meaning ‘PRESENTS, PRESENTS, PRESENTS’), but I’ll start the day’s recap with what happened right at the end of yesterday afternoon. For anyone who’s not heard, Melbourne had tremendous storms yesterday; our patch of the city copped bad hail. Observe! This is a view of our back deck…
This was our first photo together, taken at one of Bathurst’s lesser reputable pubs. Adam was a second year IT student; I was a first year Cultural Studies student. He was 20; I was 18. We could’ve represented Australia in the sport of ‘Public Displays of Affection’. Yes, I suppose we were a little…
Ah, birth order psychology, or ‘astrology for the family unit’, perhaps. You might be familiar with the theories, accredited and debunked alike over the years. The notion that first borns are natural leaders, charismatic and have generally higher IQs. The middle child might compensate for lack of attention by becoming a performer or demonstrate behavioural…
Hello! I wasn’t going to blog today. But the phonecalls, dear Lord, the pleas by my family to put something up, please, something light, something fresh. Like a palate cleanser to yesterday’s pot of EMO STEW. If you read it you’ll probably see what they’re talking about. And then I was like, “People! Stop being so needy! You…
view from above There is a magic act where a volunteer is invited to step into a telephone booth shaped box with a curtain that runs across the front. This person then stands behind a pole which runs vertically through the centre of the box. The walls are papered in pink and white candy…
I’ve not been 100% these past few days, but I’ll save that post for another time (Spoiler alert! It will contain Valium references!) Even so, the writing train must choo-choo along and I’ve bounded myself in a nutshell locked myself here in my jail nook to get some work done. We were supposed to be…
Keira made this Give Thanks turkey at Girl Guides. One of the things she adores about Guides is the exposure they’re given to other cultures, countries and customs and recently they talked about Thanksgiving. I arrived early to pick her up and was offered a piece of vegan pumpkin pie. It was nice – but…
