inspiring folk · it's all about me · out and about

Celebrating fifty-something in style … at The Press Club

Being fifty-something, I love welcoming others into the “fifty-something” club. Mostly, I’m more excited than they are. I remember that reluctance, the hesitance to own the “fifty-something” tag. Owning the tag doesn’t mean that’s all there is to you. I like to set rookie fifty-somethings straight. Resistance is futile. You can’t run. You can’t hide.… Continue reading Celebrating fifty-something in style … at The Press Club

inspiring folk · it's all about me

A milestone that truly matters

Being fifty-something, I know milestones matter. Today someone-near-and-dear-to-me celebrated a very special milestone … 10 years of being cancer-free. Now there’s something worth celebrating. What a journey since that frightening decade-ago diagnosis of breast cancer. It’s still frightening. It always will be. My someone-near-and-dear-to-me is quick to credit the love and support of those around… Continue reading A milestone that truly matters

it's all about me · out and about

Gentlemen, start your engines … a big Bucket List tick

Being fifty-something, I have succumbed to the vagaries of a Bucket List. It’s not terribly ambitious. It’s purposely populated with “do-able” deeds … stuff that I can actually see myself managing. How else am I going to experience those legendary endorphin hits generated by the “ticking off” of a Bucket List item? So far, progress… Continue reading Gentlemen, start your engines … a big Bucket List tick

it's all about me · out and about · shopping / or not

Dumpster diving … and proud of it

Being fifty-something, I’m honest enough to admit I have dived into a dumpster or two. I know it’s not everybody’s “normal” but it’s worked for me. I’m not a serial dumpster diver. I prefer to think of it as opportunist diving rather than intent-based diving. Just now and again, when the situation demands it. I… Continue reading Dumpster diving … and proud of it

craftiness · it's all about me · organising /good ideas at the time

Hit me with your ribbon stick (climbing back into the craft saddle)

Being fifty-something, I’m nothing if not persistent. The horror of my near-death-by-scrapbooking experience is slowly fading. So much so that last weekend I climbed back into the crafting saddle … boots and all. Inspired by the lithe young gymnasts at the London Olympics, I resolved to attempt a gymnast’s ribbon wand as a gift for… Continue reading Hit me with your ribbon stick (climbing back into the craft saddle)