It feels weird NOT to mention it, but I'm loathe to say "Happy Australia Day!" So many people AREN'T happy about it these days. Even my easygoing 10-year-old gave me a grilling last night, wanting to know why we were celebrating invading someone else's country. So I'll just say "Happy public holiday with family and... Continue Reading →
Naked tooth fairies
Someone Googled "Naked tooth fairy" yesterday and arrived at my blog. I expect they were deeply disappointed by whatever they found. There are no naked tooth fairy photos at Housegoeshome ... or saucy tales about them. Although, I did dress up (quite creatively) as Santa's helper once ... But that was just in real life... Continue Reading →
Did that REALLY happen? Nah!
There are vast swathes of my life that have a weird mythical quality to them. They can't possibly have happened to me. They belong to another person's life. The person who feels more "real" is the suburban single mum who worries about paying her bills, adores swimming in the ocean, is rediscovering love and can't... Continue Reading →
Blue Sunday
I finally got back to the sea late yesterday, after a week without it or DD. The sea had the sulks and sent me bluebottles. Now I have the sulks with the sea. Avalon and Whale Beach were both deserted due to the blue plague, so we headed to Palm Beach in search of clear... Continue Reading →
She cracks me up
My daughters are away for the week having BULK fun with their cousins. The youngest has been sending me updates on her adventures and they've been a cack. I see a career as a food Instagrammer in her future. Here's the first pic she sent me via her mini iPad ... Her gift to her cousins... Continue Reading →
The calm before the storm
I caught up with my old mag mate Franki last night. We don't get out much these days, so there was a bit of to-and-fro about where we should go - neither of us had the slightest idea. We ended up in Leichhardt at a restaurant called Apertivo because Franki once interviewed the owner for... Continue Reading →
Drawing the short straw
Remember my lovely dog/chook/bunny sitter Glen? We used to work together at Woman's Day many moons ago. He's currently minding a cat called Steve in a waterfront mansion - with bonus jetty - in my neighbouring suburb. So he popped over last night to check out my renovation. As we sat sipping our respective beer... Continue Reading →
Don’t go without meeeeee!
DD flew out yesterday to his annual company conference in Florida. Sad face. He'll be gone all week. I will miss him. He sent a pic of himself giving me a little wave from the plane just before take off. Even sadder face. I went to the conference with him last year. Supremely sad face.... Continue Reading →
Keeping my cool
There's not a breath of air around my way this morning. So still, so stifling. I'm wishing I'd found a way to stay on the Northern Beaches last night so I could float in the cool waves this morning. But dog sitters are hard to come by during the January school holidays and it would... Continue Reading →
“Yes” is a beautiful word
There's something about DD that makes me want to say "yes". I used to be such a "no" girl. I took a set against potential fun for some weird reason. I took the role of cataloguing the adventures of my children and their father, recording moments for posterity rather than diving into them myself. I... Continue Reading →