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
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’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.
Being fifty-something, I’m super keen to learn new things. Instead of the hot flashes/flushes I’m expecting around now, I’m feeling sudden, unexpected urges to get my creative on with something ultra-crafty. I’m on the hunt for a good upholstery course in my area (as listed on my Bucket List) and I’ve been looking at some… Continue reading I felt like getting crafty