So I was going to post another picture of today’s state of the kitchen and juxtapose that with yesterday’s shot, but do you know what? I DON’T HAVE TO BECAUSE IT LOOKS THE SAME (minus the bottle of rum, granted). A word in defense, however, is that today’s mess was brought to us by the good…
Can’t blog. Cleaning up after (teeny tiny) party. May be some time….
I made up this cover collage late the other night and in doing so left off a couple of other titles I’m reading, so I’ll just add those in as we go. As you can probably tell from that first sentence, my reading has been a bit spotty lately. This is surprising as on the…
I’ve had this recipe up on the fridge, waiting to be cooked, since the beginning of the year. A lot of the reasons why I hadn’t up until this point were because it called for a lot of eggs (and separating them, at that) and tofu. Now, I’m am not a tofu lover and I…
I got stuck back into my work-in-progress this morning. It felt good. As is the usual case when I pull out a ‘rested’ piece, I read it over and found repetitions and clunky expressions and I had a “Why bother?” moment. Then I sucked up the fear, ripped the story apart, changed the POV, deleted…
Last night was the birthday bash of a good friend of ours and this is – luckily – the only evidence of said party: a post-11pm shot of we merry two before we had to leave and get back to the babysitter. As we walked home together, a couple of teenagers were out on the…
I’ve had this bike for years now and the number of times it’s been out and used wouldn’t even hit double-digits. I’m somewhat ashamed of this statistic, considering how often Adam rides his bike into the city and the zeal with which many friends and colleagues use theirs on a daily basis. I wanted this…
For those of you who are looking for something fun to do next weekend with the kids, you really can’t go past the Children’s Book Festival that is happening in the city. That’s right, on Sunday 25 March the State Library lawn and Little Lonsdale St will have fun activities like face painting, a petting zoo, arts and…
As is typically the way when we go camping, we’ve come home with minor bugs. My throat scratches and I keep feeling flushed. Nothing a little rest can’t sort out, I’m sure. I want to bank up some time to devote to this space; I don’t feel like I’ve been keeping it properly. I…
