craftiness · decorating / homefront · it's all about me

Adventures into upholstery #1

Being fifty-something means I’ve spent half my life not knowing how to upholster. I’ve got an upholstery itch I need to scratch. My planned upholstery course (yes, it’s on my Bucket List) has been cancelled for the second time. Sad face. So, I’m grabbing the stapler gun by the horns and teaching myself. (Holy button-back… Continue reading Adventures into upholstery #1

collecting · craftiness · decorating / homefront · it's all about me · organising /good ideas at the time · out and about

Partners in crime (comrades in rescue?)

Being fifty-something doesn’t mean that date night isn’t interesting. Quite the opposite. Take last night for instance. Mr P and I headed into the city (on foot) for an Indian meal. As we readied to cross the highway we noticed a long (very long) piece of timber moulding on the footpath, obviously displaced from a… Continue reading Partners in crime (comrades in rescue?)

decorating / homefront · it's all about me · kitchen capers · organising /good ideas at the time

Discovering the promised land of the perfect poached egg

Being fifty-something doesn’t mean I’ve got all the basics down pat. Many life skills that others take for granted still escape me completely: parallel parking, gears on bicycles, price haggling, cryptic crosswords and … wait for it … poaching eggs. After years (nay, decades) of failed poached egg attempts which ended in soggy, stringy, watery… Continue reading Discovering the promised land of the perfect poached egg

it's all about me · out and about

Parallel parking – a life-long learning opportunity (apparently)

Being fifty-something, I’ve got thirty-something years of driving experience under my pedal foot. Yet, I haven’t mastered the parallel park. Actually I did have parallel parking down pat at one time – when I first took my driver licence test. I’ve rarely put my parallel parking skills to the test since. I like to say… Continue reading Parallel parking – a life-long learning opportunity (apparently)

it's all about me · organising /good ideas at the time · remembering / musing · Uncategorized

Psyching myself up for the family portrait

Being fifty-something, I’m starting to think that there are already too many photo’s of me in this world. If I was never captured on film (or in pixels) again, the world wouldn’t shift from its axis and I’d be happy enough to be remembered by my pre-fifty-something snapshots. Which is saying something … most of… Continue reading Psyching myself up for the family portrait

collecting · it's all about me · out and about

Finding my tribe at the collectables fair

Being fifty-something, I thought I was reasonably “in the know” about collectors. Not so. This past weekend I learned that I know just a fraction of a pisquintith about collecting and what I think I know is based mostly on assumptions and stereotypes. I blogged back here about joining the Geelong Bottles and Collectables Club.… Continue reading Finding my tribe at the collectables fair