inspiring folk · it's all about me · out and about

Celebrating fifty-something in style … at The Press Club

Being fifty-something, I love welcoming others into the “fifty-something” club. Mostly, I’m more excited than they are. I remember that reluctance, the hesitance to own the “fifty-something” tag. Owning the tag doesn’t mean that’s all there is to you. I like to set rookie fifty-somethings straight. Resistance is futile. You can’t run. You can’t hide.… Continue reading Celebrating fifty-something in style … at The Press Club

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)

it's all about me · remembering / musing

When the REAL truth lurks

Being fifty-something, I know that there are many truths in friendship. Especially in female fifty-something friendships. There are the day-to-day “press release” truths you share and quip, often in multi-age company: “Fifty is the new forty” “You’re only as old as you feel” “I can do anything I want”. Then there are the half-truths, the… Continue reading When the REAL truth lurks

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