Being fifty-something, I’m feeling a bit crafty. Not sly like an old fox kind of crafty. I’m feeling arty (yet homely) like an old lady with a hankering to crochet nanna squares. I blogged about it here. That felt-making workshop eventuated this past weekend. It exceeded my expectations. It whetted my appetite for all things… Continue reading Getting my crafty on.
Being fifty-something, I like to celebrate small victories. Getting the little things right can be more satisfying (and, let’s face it, more frequent) than solving life’s big dilemmas. Here I’m sharing a tiny, minuscule triumph … getting the Easter presents bang-on target for the grand-nieces. We don’t mark Easter with any great fanfare (other than our… Continue reading Revenge of the Egg Heads (celebrating small victories)
Being fifty- something, we’re thinking about downsizing. Before long we’ll be empty-nesters and this house just won’t fit us anymore. It’s too much to heat/cool, clean and maintain for just the two of us. It was all part of our grand plan to sell this place about now, move to something smaller and free up… Continue reading Venus and Mars go house-hunting.
Being fifty-something, I love finding new places in my own neighbourhood. This morning we came across this treasure, a few streets away in Preston St, just off Pakington Street, Geelong West (thus its name “Shed Off Pako”). From the outset, this looked like my kind of place. And I wasn’t disappointed. Be. Still. My. Beating.… Continue reading Shed Off Pako – destined to be a new fave
Being fifty something, I subscribe to the baby boomer creed of “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it”. It makes sense for the planet and the hip pocket to only replace things that no longer do what they were designed to do. Not when fashion or vanity dictate. My resolve was tested recently when I found… Continue reading If it ain’t broke …
Being fifty-something, I’ve done some embarrassing things in the past. But last night, I hit an all-time low. Literally. I fell over in the street, my own street, just a few metres from my front gate. It was just on dark and I was treating myself to an after-dinner power walk. I’d almost reached the… Continue reading Frig. I fell over in the street. (the beginning of the end and other farcical notions)
Being fifty-something, I’m all for giving community events a go. Yesterday, Mr P and I headed off early on a Sunday drive to the Myrniong Car Sprints, about an hour’s drive from home. Yes, we packed the thermos. Yes, we packed some snacks, sunscreen and our hats. The Myrniong Car Sprints is a typical timed… Continue reading Car sprints, a pumpkin trailer and no wax!
