Being fifty-something, I love discovering a foraging opportunity close to home. And so it came to pass that I hurried along to the local church jumble sale, just a few doors down from my own, arriving expectantly at the advertised start time. Alas, the early bird had beaten me to the worm. There were sold… Continue reading Hob-knobbery at the local church jumble sale
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
Being fifty-something, I love finding new places in my own neighbourhood. This morning we came across this treasure, a few streets away in Preston St, just off Pakington Street, Geelong West (thus its name “Shed Off Pako”). From the outset, this looked like my kind of place. And I wasn’t disappointed. Be. Still. My. Beating.… Continue reading Shed Off Pako – destined to be a new fave
Being fifty-something, I love to see old things re-imagined to new and interesting uses. In fact, I’ve been loving this since I was thirty-something. And why shouldn’t your decor be a metaphor for your life? I expect my fifty-something years are going to be more and more about re-imagining and reinventing my life. Our house… Continue reading The re-purpose of life
being fifty-something 