the end was just the beginning
I need more shoes. OK, need probably isn't the correct word. I would like a new pair of shoes. I'm going to a school fundraiser on Saturday night and I don't think sneakers will cut it. Sneakers don't say "masked ball" and that's the fancy theme. I've got loads of high heels in my wardrobe, but I can't totter around in them all... Continue Reading →
I've been a chicken sandwich afficionado since childhood. My nan always had a boiled bird in the fridge and my favourite brekkie at her place was a toasted sanga with chook, butter and mayo. I've gone low-carb these days, so I usually eat my chicken breadless with salad on the side. Snore. But occasionally I made chook sandwiches as an afternoon nibble... Continue Reading →
I've always been blessed in the tress department. During my teens, Dad would marvel at the abundant strands he'd find hanging from light fittings, clogging drains, covering the carpet. It didn't matter how many I shed, I always had plenty to spare. Unfortunately, as I've grown older, I've started growing strands in other places. Wrong places. Frida Kahlo places. And worse. The... Continue Reading →
As mentioned in my gym moan this morning, I had cheese and spinach filo triangles for dinner last night. They were delicious. As I made them, I also know they were fattening. I'd forgotten how evil filo pastry is. Not to mention being frickin' annoying and messy to prepare. The spinach mixture was fantastic though, so I think I'll put it... Continue Reading →
I thought the most brutal part about going to the gym would be the exercise, but I was wrong. Fighting your way into the classes is way tougher. I'm usually a pilates junkie - no sweating, lots of lying down - but my instructor has gone on holidays to eastern Europe (she'll fit right in, she looks just like a Russian gymnast ...... Continue Reading →
A quick message for my Novocastrian followers. Apologies to the rest. But it can't go unsaid. I feel so, so sad tonight. Not only are 66 sub-editing jobs being sent off-shore to New Zealand, but 13 journalists have lost their jobs at AAP as well. No doubt more retrenchments will follow. There was a better, more economical, Aussie way... Continue Reading →
When I made this hummus on Saturday morning, I almost tossed it in the bin. It tasted awful. Well, perhaps not awful, but not fabulous. Husband convinced me to wait and see if the flavours improved on standing. He was right! By the time my guests arrived at 5pm - about six hours later - it was a garlicky treat. Serving... Continue Reading →
I got stalked by the paparazzi once. Sort of. A junior researcher at The Chaser thought it would be funny to stake out my house with a fake photographer. Except he didn't do his homework very well and went to my old house, which I hadn't lived in for five years. The owner rang me, most distressed, asking if I could make the pesky fellow go... Continue Reading →
Oooooh, it was a tough decision this week. The mags offered up everything from free burgers to umbrellas and shock exclusives to entice me. The weather has been totally miserable in Sydney today so that the free umbrella should have swung me, but I was in the mood for warm and fuzzy. Pop over to Village Voices... Continue Reading →
I arrived late to the whole kissing business. Like, around 15ish late. I finally scored my first snog at a school dance. A boy from another school showed interest in me. Boys had never showed interest in me before. I was so dazzled that I failed to notice he was missing a few teeth. Possibly his front ones. It didn't escape my friends attention though, who teased me... Continue Reading →
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