decorating / homefront · inspiring folk · remembering / musing · Uncategorized

The fence philosopher

Being fifty-something, I’m happy to grab my life philosophy and learnings when and where I can get ‘em.  I especially love it when I discover them in unexpected moments. Last year I blogged about our Year of the fecking fence. As I suspected, our fencing phase overlapped into 2013, though only just. As soon as… Continue reading The fence philosopher

decorating / homefront · downsizing · it's all about me

Falling in love with our house. ALL over again.

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.

craftiness · decorating / homefront · shopping / or not

My $4 verandah update

Being fifty-something, I’ve learned to watch the pennies. I try not to waste our “hard-earned” on transient and superfluous fluff that inevitably ends up in landfill. As regular readers will know, we’re heading towards the big “D” word. Downsizing. That means readying our home for sale. It’s a humongous task and we’re chipping away at… Continue reading My $4 verandah update

decorating / homefront · it's all about me · out and about · shopping / or not · Uncategorized

Lego, window-leering, lunch and lollies

Being fifty something I leap at any opportunity I can to feed my inner child. So it didn’t take much enticing to get Mr P and moi down to Point Lonsdale on The Bellarine for the Queenscliff Bricks (Lego) exhibition. (We never need an excuse to take a drive to this beautiful part of the… Continue reading Lego, window-leering, lunch and lollies

craftiness · decorating / homefront · organising /good ideas at the time

Lumpy door sausages (or when form and function fail to meet)

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)