Being fifty-something, I’ve got half a lifetime’s worth of memories to manage. Photographs, mementos, cards, keepsakes, touchstones … however you categorise them, I possess as many of them as the next fifty-something. When I wrote about the memories sparked by this photo a couple of weeks back, I was amazed at the number of family… Continue reading Ambushed by memories … and loving it.
Being fifty-something (and a writer), what I don’t know about procrastinating might not be worth knowing. My mindful midlife perspective has put the spotlight on a plethora of putting-off practices that can sometimes fly under the radar (unless you’re looking for them). Here’s a little nomenclature to go with it … a glossary of modern-day… Continue reading Procrasti-glossary … the midlife guide to putting off until tomorrow
Being fifty-something, my hands are not looking as young as they used to. This favourite, super-cheap pick-me-up takes just a few minutes and makes my hands look like they did ten years ago, and feel like they did fifty-something years ago. Yep, they feel as soft as newborn skin! It’s a great at-home routine before… Continue reading The 10-minute take-10-years-off-your-hands sensation
Being fifty-something, I know that magic happens when form and function meet. If only simply saying that were enough to make it happen. My most recent crafty adventure (notably, an unguided tour) was a case of misfire, not magic. Fact is, I have about the same proportion of craft misfires-to-magic as I do when I… Continue reading Lumpy door sausages (or when form and function fail to meet)
Being fifty-something, I’m always on the look-out for things that make life simpler. When I spied my new wheels sitting in a corner in my local thrift shop, I saw “simple” written all over them. But then came the FUD (fear, uncertainty and doubt): Will I … be setting myself up for midlife mockery? Won’t… Continue reading Check out my new wheels
Being fifty-something, I like to celebrate small victories. Getting the little things right can be more satisfying (and, let’s face it, more frequent) than solving life’s big dilemmas. Here I’m sharing a tiny, minuscule triumph … getting the Easter presents bang-on target for the grand-nieces. We don’t mark Easter with any great fanfare (other than our… Continue reading Revenge of the Egg Heads (celebrating small victories)
Being fifty-something, I like to do my bit for the planet. I’m not consistent. I’m not a tree-hugger. I don’t preach about the environment to the world. I just try to make better choices, whenever I can. Today, when I spied my unused Bokashi bucket in a cupboard, I knew I had a choice to… Continue reading The re-birth of my Bokashi bucket