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

Earning a wedgie from my big-girl braggy book club pants

Being fifty-something, I’ve learnt to laugh at myself. Goodness knows there are more opportunities to do so every day. Over the last few weeks I’ve been busily telling anyone who will listen that I’m joining a book club in the new year. I’m quite excited to be popping my book club cherry … it’s been… Continue reading Earning a wedgie from my big-girl braggy book club pants

decorating / homefront · it's all about me

Paving like a couple of bosses (or Venus and Mars tackle the yardwork)

Being fifty-something means I’m always looking for learning opportunities. Always. Mr P and I have been married for thirty-something years and I’m still learning about what we have in common. And what we don’t. Last weekend we shared a repaving project to even up the pavers in the alcove between our front gate and newly-laid… Continue reading Paving like a couple of bosses (or Venus and Mars tackle the yardwork)

craftiness · it's all about me · shopping / or not

I’m dreaming of a simple Christmas

Being fifty-something, I’m old enough to decide what Christmas looks like in our house. And so it came to pass that when I gingerly peaked inside the Christmas storage boxes a couple of weeks back, I saw nothing inspiring. There were all the usual suspects collected over the years … shiny baubles, hanks of tinsel,… Continue reading I’m dreaming of a simple Christmas