*** warning: weird brain-dump post following*** Being fifty-something, I think way too much. Lately I’ve been thinking about wind farms. I love looking at wind turbines … those majestic towering beauties that appear on the horizon when you least expect it, in the middle of a Sunday drive. Sometimes you just get a glimpse of… Continue reading Thinking about … wind turbines
Being fifty-something, I’m more grateful than ever for my sisters. I recall many years ago I was trying to convince a teary friend that she’d feel better if she talked through her troubles with someone. “It’s all right for you,” she sobbed defensively. “You’ve got all those sisters.” It dawned on me that I had… Continue reading Lunching with the sisterhood.
Being fifty-something, I decided a long time ago that life is too short to read books twice. I figure there are so many books in the world, why would you bother re-reading one (or more) that you’ve already consumed? No good reason. With libraries, thrift shops, second-hand book stores,/markets/stalls, ebay and a plethora of free… Continue reading Re-reading the modern classics (or not)
Being fifty-something, I know that some things are too much to digest in one sitting. That’s exactly how it was when I visited the brand new Lunar Concept Store and Gallery in Pakington St, Geelong West last week. Just when I thought I’d had my fill of the gorgeous visual feast on offer, I glanced… Continue reading Lunar Concept Store and Gallery – Mark II
Being fifty-something, I love simple things. Especially when it comes to craft. As I’ve bemoaned before, I struggle in the craft/DIY department. So I’m sending a big shout out to Virginia at the always-something-new artsyvava blog for this easy-to-do DIY. (And to Patricia at Our Empty Nest for the headsup). I dumbed down Virginia’s instructions a… Continue reading Holy fork and cork! (craft success at last)
being fifty-something 