Being fifty-something, I’m prone to reminiscence. Today, I went scurrying beneath the house to unearth our 70s/80s vinyl record collection. A copywriting assignment for a vinyl record retailer got me inspired. As I waxed lyrical about the warmth of high fidelity sound, I got to thinking about the records and artists that underscored my growing… Continue reading Am I late to the vinyl party … or early?
Since I came out of my “nothing new” closet, lots of lovely folk have asked me how I manage it. The most common question: Don’t you feel deprived? I tell them that my world is full of “not new” instant gratification. But instead of heading to the mall or the plaza to get a fix,… Continue reading Living in a “nothing new” world
Being fifty-something, I love stumbling unexpectedly on a snapshot of the past. On a recent weekend getaway to the country, we found a time capsule dating back to the mid nineteenth century. Our digs at Rock Brook featured an amazing open fire and our generous hosts let us know that there was a ready supply… Continue reading Time capsule in “the smithy”
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?)
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