Being fifty-something I sometimes act on a whim. Spontaneity is a good thing, right? When I saw a bountiful basket of plastic toy animals marked “$5 the lot” at a garage sale I felt spurred into action. A folly perhaps? I’d seen several craft projects lately that required toy animals of one species or another… Continue reading DIY Upcycled Animal Toy Planter
Being fifty-something, I should have my feelings more under control. But I haven’t. I am fickle. When we bought our current home more than 12 years ago, I fell in love at first sight. This grand old dame had me at “verandah”. We settled in fast, devising a ten-year plan to boost our investment in… Continue reading Falling in love with our house. ALL over again.
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)
Being fifty-something, I grew up in a house where bottling with your Fowlers Preserving Kit was de rigueur. The backyard was full of fruit trees and mum made sure they lasted all year long. I’m not a bottler myself, but I still can’t go past a Fowlers bottle (or jar). I found this one a… Continue reading Nothing like … a candle in the wind
Going, going … passed in Being fifty-something, I love the simple thrills in life. For me, auctions are one of those simple delights. I love a spirited ebay auction, a hard-fought clearing sale, a bidding war over an antique lamp and, most of all, a property auction. There is so much at stake at a… Continue reading Going, going … passed in
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