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?)

craftiness · decorating / homefront · out and about · shopping / or not

Hob-knobbery at the local church jumble sale

Being fifty-something, I love discovering a foraging opportunity close to home. And so it came to pass that I hurried along to the local church jumble sale, just a few doors down from my own, arriving expectantly at the advertised start time. Alas, the early bird had beaten me to the worm. There were sold… Continue reading Hob-knobbery at the local church jumble sale

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)

bookishness · craftiness · remembering / musing

In the frame – a stranger’s memories

Being fifty-something doesn’t mean I get it right every time. Quite the opposite. And because I’m wiser (with age, of course) I’m more aware when I get it wrong. Always after the fact. Obviously, I should have asked for help (or joined a support group) on this one earlier. Much earlier. Here’s how it unfolded.… Continue reading In the frame – a stranger’s memories

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

Be careful what you wish for (a cautionary tale of upcycling)

Being fifty-something, you’d think I’d have learnt to keep my big mouth shut. When I went public on this Nothing Like a Candle in the Wind blogpost about my fetish for Fowlers Vacola jars, I should have known I’d get more than I bargained for. And so it was. My sister K responded with an… Continue reading Be careful what you wish for (a cautionary tale of upcycling)

craftiness · decorating / homefront · shopping / or not

My $4 verandah update

Being fifty-something, I’ve learned to watch the pennies. I try not to waste our “hard-earned” on transient and superfluous fluff that inevitably ends up in landfill. As regular readers will know, we’re heading towards the big “D” word. Downsizing. That means readying our home for sale. It’s a humongous task and we’re chipping away at… Continue reading My $4 verandah update