the end was just the beginning
Sprog 1 is addicted to curry. Sprog 2, not so much. When I cooked this dish last night, Sprog 1 rejoiced, Sprog 2 moaned. When I asked Sprog 2 what she'd like me to cook tomorrow night, she said "pillows". Pillows are Latina ravioli. Served plain, with a sprinkle of parmesan on top. I explained that... Continue Reading →
My astronomically expensive one-month gym membership expires on Monday. Should I stay or should I go? If I join for 12 months, it will cost me less than a quarter of the cleaner's bill each week. Isn't getting myself in order as important as getting the house in order? Plus I get a free Daily Telegraph every time I go. I don't get that from my cleaner.... Continue Reading →
This is the Sprogs' all-time favourite dinner. I've mentioned the recipe many times, but I took a photo of it last night, so I've given it a blog of its own. Normally I just buy Ronda Garlic Aioli from Woolies. But I think the bastards have discontinued it. As they always do with stuff I like. So I... Continue Reading →
I think I'm becoming a "woman of a certain age". I've been admiring "woman of a certain age" boutiques. There's one in every middle-class shopping strip. They're filled with scented candles, chunky jewellery and vaguely ethnic fashions. I gaze at the dresses in the window and think "ooooh, what a gorgeous colour!" and "my, such lovely embroidery!". I fantasise about trying things on. I imagine how casually elegant I'd look. But I... Continue Reading →
After worked in magazines for more than 20 years, I've got a soft spot for them. Particularly the weeklies. I don't want them to go the way of the dinosaur and vinyl records. Sometimes a girl/middle-aged woman needs to flick paper, bugger the trees. So I'm doing my bit and buying ONE weekly magazine every Monday. My criteria for purchase is based... Continue Reading →
I've been whingeing about my appearance ad nauseum lately. Snore. But I came up with this new blog title in the shower yesterday, so ... Only 33 days until cruise embarkation and much to be done. Top of the list: my hair. I started growing it at age 40 because I figured it was my... Continue Reading →
Sprog 1 might just have her mother's food addiction - she's become obsessed with making play dough versions of her favourite meals. Meanwhile, I've been baking carrot muffins and sprinkle biscuits with Sprog 2. I adapted both recipes from a cookbook called The ABC of Kids' Cooking, which I edited with the food director of Woman's Day,... Continue Reading →
I was relieved. I didn't have to be that person anymore. I could reinvent myself. I just had to get past my paralysing shyness... I was accepted to Mitchell College in Bathhurst to study journalism. And I was determined to pay my own way, so I deferred for a year. Mum and Dad offered to pony up the cash, but I refused. I... Continue Reading →
So, I was wandering in my favourite place - the toy aisle - when I saw the "Australia" Barbie doll and snorted my Diet Coke all over the floor. I think it's a cack that Mattel portrays Aussie women as Terry Irwin lookalikes with koalas wrapped around their wrists. Do you know anyone other than Terri (besides Bindi) who wanders around dressed like this? I tried to... Continue Reading →
My blogging heroine, Mrs Woog, wrote a post yesterday about meeting Johnny Young and going ga-ga (see http://www.woogsworld.com/2012/03/close-your-eyes-and-ill-kiss-you.html). She followed it up with a tweet asking people to reveal their celebrity snogs. This gave me pause. I racked my brain. I thought surely I've snagged one, even if it's a D-lister? But no-one sprang to... Continue Reading →
