My Frugal Friday report struck a chord with many readers – thanks for your emails and messages. You’ve encouraged me to think even harder about living lightly and consuming less. Reusing and “making do” has become a natural part of our lifestyle since committing to a year of buying nothing new (which has evolved into… Continue reading Frugal Friday Fortnight [2 September 2016]
Being fifty-something, I know the value of brightening up my work space now and again. It’s easy to get complacent about your work environment, especially when you work from a home office. My space was well overdue for a declutter, reorganise and update. I decided to devote a recent Saturday afternoon to spiffying it up.… Continue reading A little home office update
Being fifty-something, I’ve grown cynical about new year resolutions. My resolve usually gets boxed up around the time of the Christmas decorations (during the second week of January) and remains elusive for another year. This year, I decided to bypass the pretence of intent, to cold-shoulder the ten-step success schemes and turn a deaf ear… Continue reading New year … an enigma wrapped in a resolution?
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 doesn’t mean I’ve got all the basics down pat. Many life skills that others take for granted still escape me completely: parallel parking, gears on bicycles, price haggling, cryptic crosswords and … wait for it … poaching eggs. After years (nay, decades) of failed poached egg attempts which ended in soggy, stringy, watery… Continue reading Discovering the promised land of the perfect poached egg
Being fifty-something, I’m starting to think that there are already too many photo’s of me in this world. If I was never captured on film (or in pixels) again, the world wouldn’t shift from its axis and I’d be happy enough to be remembered by my pre-fifty-something snapshots. Which is saying something … most of… Continue reading Psyching myself up for the family portrait
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)