Being fifty-something, I’ve learnt to laugh at myself. Goodness knows there are more opportunities to do so every day. Over the last few weeks I’ve been busily telling anyone who will listen that I’m joining a book club in the new year. I’m quite excited to be popping my book club cherry … it’s been… Continue reading Earning a wedgie from my big-girl braggy book club pants
Being fifty-something, I can get a bit cranky (at times). Like when I had a good old whinge in this blogpost about the current state of bricks and mortar retail. As I hinted, I was looking in all the wrong places. Yesterday I had reason to look in the right place … and my faith… Continue reading The Flower Dispensary – my faith restored in retail
Being fifty-something, I’m seeking to extend my craft repertoire as fast as possible. (While I’ve got time, right?) I’m looking for easy, quick, inexpensive craft projects … least-effort-for-maximum-impact. Yes, I’m lazy. I’d been thinking about teacup candles for a couple of months, browsing through the odd online tutorial, mostly coveting all that vintage china and moody… Continue reading Tardy teacup candles (and the crappy end of crafting)
Being fifty-something, I love a giveaway … whether I’m on the giving OR the receiving end of it! Thanks to everyone who showed interest in winning a copy of Calling Invisible Women by Jeanne Ray in my recent giveaway. And a big thanks to Random House New York for providing the prize. Given the umber… Continue reading Announcing … ta-dah … book giveaway winner!
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
Being fifty-something, I love a great read. I love it even more when a great read just falls in my lap. No prevaricating over the “just returned” shelves at the library. No trawling through the “people who bought this also bought this” recommendations at Amazon. No hoping to luck onto a pre-read gem at the… Continue reading Book Review and *GIVEAWAY*: Calling Invisible Women
Being fifty-something, I’m more grateful than ever for my sisters. I recall many years ago I was trying to convince a teary friend that she’d feel better if she talked through her troubles with someone. “It’s all right for you,” she sobbed defensively. “You’ve got all those sisters.” It dawned on me that I had… Continue reading Lunching with the sisterhood.