I'm worried. The Twitterverse has been going bonkers with birds getting pedicures, blow-dries, spray tans etc for the Kidspot 50 Top Bloggers of 2012 party tonight. I meant to get a brow wax, lash tint and pedicure ... but I didn't quite get around to it. I'll try and sort it for The Cruise next week. So... Continue Reading →

I've stuffed up my stuffed stuff for Easter. I forgot to change my email address on eBay when I left work last year. So the lovely folk at All Plush - the ultimate in internet porn for stuffed stuff lovers - have been sending fruitless messages, trying to tell me the Powder Puff Pet Carrier is no longer available (see... Continue Reading →

I don't know what to do. I wish my problem was simple, like what to wear to the Kidspot 50 Top Bloggers of 2012 cocktail party tomorrow night. (Although that's gone a bit pear-shaped as well - I can't wear my new Leona Edmiston dress, my fake tan is wearing off and I've developed Michael Jacksonitis, my legs are all patchy.)... Continue Reading →

When I worked in magland, punters who said they read Marie Claire and WHO because they thought it was the clarsy thing to say - not because they actually did - annoyed the bejezus out of me. Stand up and be proud of your monthly/weekly mag fix, I say, no matter how trashy it may be. Magazines are... Continue Reading →

Sprog 1 spent Sunday afternoon doing her homework: a presentation on a significant Australian. Other children in the class have chosen sporting heroes, authors and politicians. Sprog 1 has chosen an artist called Patricia Piccinini. When Sprog 1 announced  who she was doing, Husband blanched and suggested Mem Fox instead. Sprog 1 sneered. She would not be swayed. Patricia is pretty... Continue Reading →

I popped into a patisserie this morning for a bag of choccie croissants. The young gentleman behind the counter was sporting a rather startling Salvador Dali moustache. When I told Husband he said: "Maybe he's making a statement." The only thing I saw him making was the corners of people's mouths twitch when he served them. And I couldn't help thinking,... Continue Reading →

I wasn't quite sure. I fancied being the magazine equivalent of Molly Meldrum, interviewing celebrities for a living. So I got a job on a marginal fashion title and moved to Sydney. Not long after, the '80s recession hit and I was retrenched. It was the week before Christmas, very festive. (Not familiar with the '80s recession? Google it. Nasty business. Interest rates shot to around 17%. Thousands of people... Continue Reading →

So there's a knock on my front door this morning and I find a man and his son on my doormat. It's a very big doormat. They didn't have fundraising chocolate boxes or bibles, so I was a bit perturbed. He introduced himself as my neighbour from a few doors away and explained he was having his 40th birthday tonight. He apologised and handed me a note... Continue Reading →

It was the Official Closing Ceremony for Sprog 2's Festival of the Birthday yesterday. I collected five children from school and drove them to Luna Park (or Luna Fark, as I prefer to call it, see https://housegoeshome.com/2011/12/22/luna-fark/) for two and a half hours of "fun". (That's a bit harsh. The Spider ride made me squeal like a girl, while... Continue Reading →