the end was just the beginning
I find people telling me not to do things very inspiring. My parents told me they didn't think I was cut out for journalist, so I did work experience at The Newcastle Star. The Newcastle Star told me they didn't think I was cut out for journalist, so I got a cadetship at The Newcastle... Continue Reading →
A year ago, I dyed my hair. In my bathroom. With a $17 box of DIY crap from the supermarket. I looked like this (above). I wasn't entirely happy with it. Husband said I looked like Brunhilda. He didn't mean it as a compliment. So I started paying $140 to have my hair dyed by... Continue Reading →
I've been researching birthday cakes for Sprog 1's 9th birthday party. We're currently torn between various Doctor Who ones: should it be an Oood, a Tardis, or a "bow ties are cool" ? Last year I did an eyeball cauldron. So I have form to maintain. (It looked better from the side angle, but we... Continue Reading →
I found myself in a discussion about art on the weekend. One of the women had bought an expensive Aboriginal painting on a whim and her husband was miffed about it. She sighed and said it was so beautiful, she just couldn't resist. I gave a heavy sigh of my own and said: "I want... Continue Reading →
I'm talking "will you go with me?" love, not the unrequited or poster-on-the-wall kind ... It's funny how little I remember about my first love. You'd think the details would be permanently etched in my mind. I was sixteen when we met, we dated for six years, we even moved in together. Shouldn't more have... Continue Reading →
Life With 4 Boys writes: "Picture this. You are sitting on the couch in your living room. It is the first time you have sat down all day and you breath a sigh of relief as you open the pages of that book you have been dying to continue. A few chapters in you realize that... Continue Reading →
I've been blogging for more than a year now and still haven't quite got my head around how close-knit the community can be. Last weekend, I finally organised my very first face-to-face with a fellow blogger. Pink Patent Mary Janes and I met for a drink or three. It was weird to sit in a bar... Continue Reading →
When I started HouseGoesHollywood a few months back it was a bit of an experiment. I was hoping mummy blather, recipes and gossip would make fun housemates at HouseGoesHome. But for every reader who loves a celebrity update, there's another who loathes having filthy gossip clutter their in-box. So I'm thinking it's time for HouseGoesHollywood... Continue Reading →
I am one of those dull Sydneysiders who can talk about real estate for hours. Not in a show-offy way, I just have this inexplicable, wow-I-love-houses enthusiasm for bricks and mortar. Ritzy new mansions don't do it for me - though I could be persuaded if I won the lottery - my taste is more... Continue Reading →
Blogging during the school holidays has its challenges. Like yesterday, which flashed past with virtually no time for personal creativity. I was too busy exploring a fabulous playground we've discovered beside the Parramatta River, then lunching at the lovely restaurant beside it, Armory Wharf Cafe. Actually, that's only the half of it - it was... Continue Reading →
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