the end was just the beginning
How's your Mother's Day been? I'm just back from a lovely relaxed day at my sister's place, chitter chattering, eating delicious food and sipping Prosecco. The kids gave me some gorgeous, thoughtful gifts and the youngest contributed a meringue tower to the feast. DD gave her a kit for Christmas and she finally got around... Continue Reading →
Some women don't give a bugger about Mother's Day, it passes like any other Sunday. It's big in our family. Not as an excuse to shower the matriarchs with expensive gifts, but as a reason to get together. My mum is crook as Rookwood this weekend and my dad is two days out of a... Continue Reading →
I've been walking past Sportsgirl each day on my way to the office, admiring a skirt in the window. I finally succumbed yesterday and bought it. I can't really afford/don't need to be buying new stuff, but I feel great wearing it, so I'm not beating myself up too much about breaking the budget with... Continue Reading →
I drove to Avalon Beach at 6.30am yesterday for a little piece of Indian summer. It was blissful. DD and I went for a sandy walk, had a splash in the ocean, ordered coffee and bacon rolls at a wholefood cafe called Nourished and generally felt like we were on holidays for three hours. I... Continue Reading →
Every now and then I catch up with someone who hasn't heard my back story of woe. So I tell it to them. There's a little less vitriol every time. Last night, I basically acted as apologist for my ex-husband the whole way through the tale. There's still a slender - white hot - rod... Continue Reading →
You know how I delivered that holier than thou blog last week about it being time to stop making the poor-separated-me excuses and take control of my life, clean up my act, all that jazz. Well that was total shite. I don't have time to clean up my act. I'm too bloody busy. I got... Continue Reading →
So, there’s this thing called the Met Ball ... it’s organised each year by Vogue magazine as a fundraiser for the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York. Tickets cost $25,000 big ones and MASSES of celebs go. Hosted by Anna Wintour, Taylor Swift, Idris Elba and Jonathan Ive of Apple, this year's theme was... Continue Reading →
My modem/router/whatever-you-call-it carked it on Friday. I didn't know it was the modem/router/whatever that had carked it at the time. I just knew my wi-fi WASN'T working. I'd let the youngest walk home by herself for the first time on the strict condition that she send me a message on her iPad the moment she... Continue Reading →
I am sooooooo proud of my 10-year-old daughter. She’s spent the weekend jumping her heart out at the NSW/ACT Skipping Championships. Yep, as regular readers of HouseGoesHome know, skipping as a sport is a thing. Irregular readers: remember Malcolm McLaren’s song “Double Dutch”? Or am I much older than you? Anyway, that’s what they do... Continue Reading →
I tried my first cronut yesterday. You know, those croissant-donut hybrid thingies. There's a Zumbo patisserie near my new office and one of my new colleagues bought treats for everyone to share. Cronuts are pretty awesome ... I just don't want to think about how many calories are jammed into those buttery layers of heaven.... Continue Reading →
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