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?
Being fifty-something, I know that the world’s a better place with whisky in it. And, as a writer, I know how creativity sparks in stunning, scenic environments, the more distant from the commitments and distractions of day-to-day life the better. (I give you Hannah Kent, Iceland and Burial Rites.) So, how did I not know… Continue reading 2016 Glenfiddich Artists in Residence Prize
Lately, I’ve been fielding questions about my year of buying nothing new. I haven’t been banging on about it mostly because it felt like a personal mission rather than an opportunity to air my laundry. Still, folk are keen to know whether I’m lasting the distance. Two and half years in, I’m proud to report that… Continue reading Frugal Friday [19 August 2016]
Rusted-on readers will know we’re on a journey into the badlands of subdivision. I posted about it here, here and here. There’s not been much posting about it since. You see, if you live in an area with a “heritage overlay” populated by notorious objectors to most developments, you’re best to keep your head down –… Continue reading Adventures into subdivision #4
If you’ve been following along, you already know that we’ve been hokey-pokeying about subdividing our principal home property. I told you a little about it here. And a little more about it here. It’s a slow old process. It’s already given us dozens of should we/shouldn’t we conversations and shiploads of stress-induced insomnia. And we haven’t… Continue reading Adventures into subdivision #3