I often receive products for review. Let’s call it a perk of blogger-dom. Still, I only write about the ones that I love and believe are worth sharing. In other words, not every product makes the “being fifty-something” cut. This one did. When the folk at Murine sent me a sample of their preservative-free eye mist,… Continue reading Murine Eye Mist (preservative free) – a review
Anticipation is a remarkable thing. Sometimes it’s rewarded. Sometimes it’s not. Like when I’d spent a lifetime (OK, half a lifetime) waiting to visit Stone Henge. When I did, I was underwhelmed. Totally. (I mean, it’s quite … well, small. Isn’t it?) So it was that I approached our recent mini-break to Tasmania’s capital with… Continue reading Three-day mini-break in Hobart, Tasmania
Being fifty-something means that at least part of your teenage years occupied the seventies. In my seventies teenage world, where our little house in the suburbs was a 30-minute drive from world-class surf beaches, the cool kids were the surfer boys … the guys who somehow disappeared each weekend, made their way to the coast… Continue reading Arcadia—sound of the sea … a memory-kindling photographic exhibition
Thank you to the Goddess of Book Clubs (for surely she is a she). Only a female could pluck 12 unrelated women from my local community, throw us together in a swish wine bar and decree that we should read shared books and meet monthly to discuss. And only a goddess could have created such an open, respectful, tolerant and… Continue reading Thank you to the Goddess of Book Clubs (for surely she is a she)
Being fifty-something, I know life’s many things: a bowl of cherries, a box of chocolates, what you make it. Even Google know’s life’s a ball, a happy song, an adventure and … a beach. And so it was that we packed up our little campervan that could and headed to the other side of… Continue reading Life’s a beach … a mid-week sojourn to Rosebud
being fifty-something 