the end was just the beginning
My blogging comrade, http://www.graceanddignity.wordpress.com, devotes her site to things that make her grateful. It's a beautiful concept, one that never fails to remind me of life's many blessings. Today I am grateful to have a sister who is always there for me, despite me not always being there for her. She is my best friend and I... Continue Reading →
My sister had an '80s disco for her 40th birthday. I chiselled away at her until she caved. It was a bit like when we were kids and I made her run around and around the house while I timed her with a stopwatch. Each time she arrived puffing back, I'd say: "Now see if you can do it a bit faster, GO!".... Continue Reading →
It's my birthday today. I'm 44. I'm celebrating by holding a disco party for Sprog 2 and 15 of her friends in my living room. After uploading this blog I'll be icing a couple of butter cakes to - hopefully - make them resemble a handbag with a mobile phone, lipstick, blush compact and money coming out of it. Wish me luck.... Continue Reading →
Of course not, I'm a journalist ... Every single word I've ever said/written about a celebrity is 100% true. Well, I've never been sued by anyone, so it must have been. OK, there was that one time with the muso and the Russian and the not-actually-his love child, but she'd signed an affidavit, how was I... Continue Reading →
I made a dolly dress yesterday. Myself, with my own hands (and a sewing machine). It's for Sprog 2's birthday. Note that it's reversible. Very versatile. It needs a few finishing touches, like buttons at the back and properly stitched sleeves, but I ran out of time at my sewing class. My sewing class. Never thought I'd be using those three... Continue Reading →
I've been searching for my old Cosmo feature stories, when I was a dyke on a bike and a judge at Miss Nude Australia, so I can post something that's not about kitchens and meat pies. I don't want all my new, hip, young Twitter followers - courtesy of @MiaFreedman - thinking I'm terribly suburban and dull. So I ratted around in the attic yesterday, but... Continue Reading →
My kitchen is pissing me off. It might look light and white and nice, but it's a big con. It's really a death trap. And not because of my poor hygiene standards ... well, not just because of my poor hygiene standards. I know I shouldn't be complaining. I know I should be grateful for my light, white, nice kitchen. I know people... Continue Reading →
I used blackberries because they were cheap at my local fruit shop, and Sprog 1 loves them, but any berry would work in this yummy muffin recipe. BLACKBERRY AND MARSHMALLOW MUFFINS INGREDIENTS: 1 cup self-raising flour; 1 cup wholemeal self-raising flour; 1/2 cup caster sugar; 12 blackberries; 1 cup milk; 100g butter, melted; 1 egg, lightly beaten; 6... Continue Reading →
I've been nominated as one of the www.kidspot.com.au 50 Top Bloggers for 2012. Woot! Cool, huh? There's a cocktail party and everything. As part of the judging process I had to explain why I started blogging. The answer wasn't very winning. I started blogging because I didn't have anything else to do. I was unemployed and needed an anchor in my... Continue Reading →
It's come to my attention that mothers are threatening children with my blog recipes, ie mummy snaps: "If you keep complaining about your dinner, I'll give you what the Sprogs are having - lamb korma curry with roti bread." Then they read out the ingredients as their children wail: "Noooo, Mummy, stop! That sounds disgusting! Stop, stop!" Which is not entirely what... Continue Reading →
