Being fifty-something, I love to see old stuff get new life. When I saw this photo of my four-year old grand niece Miss A looking gorgeous all decked out in “nanny’s treasures” I saw a whole lot more. It dawned on me that, if she were alive, my mum would be Miss A’s great grandmother,… Continue reading Nanny’s treasures
Being fifty-something, I know that magic happens when form and function meet. If only simply saying that were enough to make it happen. My most recent crafty adventure (notably, an unguided tour) was a case of misfire, not magic. Fact is, I have about the same proportion of craft misfires-to-magic as I do when I… Continue reading Lumpy door sausages (or when form and function fail to meet)
Being fifty-something doesn’t make a 6.30am Sunday alarm any easier. Today, being Mother’s Day, I would have loved a sleep in – especially on this dismal rainy morning. But I had something fun and more important to do … cheer Wonder Boy across the finish line of the Mother’s Day Classic 8km fun run. There… Continue reading Mother’s Day Classic …
Being fifty-something, I love knowing where my food comes from. You can journey a long way down the food miles graph by getting out to your local farmers market and connecting with the people who grow and produce your food. Today, we did just that, headed off to the Central Geelong Farmers Market on this… Continue reading To market, to market …
Being fifty-something, I’m always on the look-out for things that make life simpler. When I spied my new wheels sitting in a corner in my local thrift shop, I saw “simple” written all over them. But then came the FUD (fear, uncertainty and doubt): Will I … be setting myself up for midlife mockery? Won’t… Continue reading Check out my new wheels
Being fifty-something, I’ve learned to heed the advice of professionals. I like to call them Team Sheryl. My hairdresser is a critical member of Team Sheryl – alongside my doctor, my lawyer, my OB/GYN, my cardiologist, my accountant, my physio, my nail technician and my financial advisor. Yet, sometimes, in the long weeks between salon… Continue reading Hair today, grey tomorrow
Being fifty-something, I don’t believe everything I read. I was naturally sceptical when I read something along these lines: “By their early fifties, most women will count within their best friends circle a woman half their age and a man-friend in their own age group.” Sounded like bollocks to me … until I read the… Continue reading My Girl is … my girl.