the end was just the beginning
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 →
Want your kids to think you're a total superhero in the kitchen? Get a pie-maker. They're pretty cheap at places like Kmart these days. My Sprogs would happily eat pies every night of the week. Their favourite is the trad meat pie, but they'll inhale just about anything wrapped in pastry. Very handy with leftovers. Husband, however, restricts their pie consumption... 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 →
