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
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, 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
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
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
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 feeling a bit crafty. Not sly like an old fox kind of crafty. I’m feeling arty (yet homely) like an old lady with a hankering to crochet nanna squares. I blogged about it here. That felt-making workshop eventuated this past weekend. It exceeded my expectations. It whetted my appetite for all things… Continue reading Getting my crafty on.