the end was just the beginning
It's not so much a wall as a block. Some days the blog posts don't flow as easily because nothing particularly noteworthy or funny or emotive happens. That was yesterday. I woke early, pottered around my silent house, chucked the dogs into the backyard for the day and grabbed a coffee as I walked to... Continue Reading →
My boss asked me to go to Food Service 2016 yesterday. It's a trade show and conference for the food and beverage industry. It was fascinating ... and delicious! And I got paid to be there! I started off the day at The National Restaurant Conference. It featured restaurant bigwigs including John Fink (Otto), Anna... Continue Reading →
You probably clicked on this post thinking it was about my meaningful relationship with alcohol, but nah. I'm talking about a liquid attraction of another kind: coffee. I spent the first 45 years of my life not understanding coffee and screwing my nose up if I accidentally encountered it in sweet things. I didn't understand... Continue Reading →
I've been a bit naughty. The title of this post is stolen from a lovely blog called ... Not Quite Nigella. (Check out her totally awesome site.) The reason I stole the title is that I spent ages wondering who I looked like in my new headshot adorning HouseGoesHome's Facebook page. I finally realised I... Continue Reading →
An old flatmate got cross at me earlier this week for having the blues. She's been going through a really tough time and thought I should be counting my blessings. I'm not sure counting your blessings has ever convinced someone to get off the ledge, has it? Not that I was on the ledge, but... Continue Reading →
Yesterday was a funny one. Not funny ha-ha, though there were quite a few laughs. DD and I had burgers and a swim at Bilgola Beach, which was lovely, but also had its difficult moments. I was trying to explain to him why I'd been feeling up and down all week, but not really nailing... Continue Reading →
I felt a bit too funky yesterday. Not in the George Michael or Jackson 5 kinda way. And not in the my-children-have-refused-to-shower-for-days kinda way. Those ways would be sooooo much better than the too funky in a funk kinda way that I was feeling. It was blerk. And I have no idea why I was... Continue Reading →
A week after husband left me I wrote a bit of a ra-ra-you-can-do-this blog post called "It's time to regenerate." It noted that my slate had been wiped clean and the world was my oyster, so there was no reason why I shouldn’t slurp it down (with a squeeze of lemon). I reminded myself I... Continue Reading →
The Sharpest Pencil asked a confronting question earlier this week: "Do you want the weekend off from your kids?" It was sparked by Rachael Finch revealing that she spends her weekends without her daughter. The Herald Sun ran a feature story on Rachael that said: On weekends, from Friday afternoon until Sunday morning, the two-and-a-half-year-old stays... 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 →
