the end was just the beginning
After worked in magazines for more than 20 years, I've got a soft spot for them. Particularly the weeklies. I don't want them to go the way of the dinosaur and vinyl records. Sometimes a girl/middle-aged woman needs to flick paper, bugger the trees. So I'm doing my bit and buying ONE weekly magazine every Monday. My criteria for purchase is based... Continue Reading →
I've been whingeing about my appearance ad nauseum lately. Snore. But I came up with this new blog title in the shower yesterday, so ... Only 33 days until cruise embarkation and much to be done. Top of the list: my hair. I started growing it at age 40 because I figured it was my... Continue Reading →
Sprog 1 might just have her mother's food addiction - she's become obsessed with making play dough versions of her favourite meals. Meanwhile, I've been baking carrot muffins and sprinkle biscuits with Sprog 2. I adapted both recipes from a cookbook called The ABC of Kids' Cooking, which I edited with the food director of Woman's Day,... Continue Reading →
I was relieved. I didn't have to be that person anymore. I could reinvent myself. I just had to get past my paralysing shyness... I was accepted to Mitchell College in Bathhurst to study journalism. And I was determined to pay my own way, so I deferred for a year. Mum and Dad offered to pony up the cash, but I refused. I... Continue Reading →
So, I was wandering in my favourite place - the toy aisle - when I saw the "Australia" Barbie doll and snorted my Diet Coke all over the floor. I think it's a cack that Mattel portrays Aussie women as Terry Irwin lookalikes with koalas wrapped around their wrists. Do you know anyone other than Terri (besides Bindi) who wanders around dressed like this? I tried to... Continue Reading →
My blogging heroine, Mrs Woog, wrote a post yesterday about meeting Johnny Young and going ga-ga (see http://www.woogsworld.com/2012/03/close-your-eyes-and-ill-kiss-you.html). She followed it up with a tweet asking people to reveal their celebrity snogs. This gave me pause. I racked my brain. I thought surely I've snagged one, even if it's a D-lister? But no-one sprang to... Continue Reading →
I've entered a troubling new phase of my stay-at-home mum journey. I'm feeling bad about Husband slaving in an office to support me. I hate asking him for money every time my bank balance hits zero. I keep thinking: "He must resent me for lazing around, going to the gym, mucking about on the computer all day ..." Especially when he... Continue Reading →
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