I strained my shoulder yesterday hefting four pull-up banners from The Rocks to Martin Place. I was using them as the backdrop for a pre-recorded speech that was being filmed for a conference. I was supposed to catch a taxi there, but it was 3pm - changeover time - and I have a massive phone... Continue Reading →

I went to the launch of Australian Cocktail Month last night at a cool new venue in The Rocks called Hickson House Distilling. I was home by 9pm because I am old. Actually, it wasn’t because I'm old. I've always had a touch of the Cinderella about me. It was the subject of much mirth... Continue Reading →

A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away ... there was a Woman's Day editor called Alana House who needed a deputy editor. She interviewed a dynamic young woman called Laura Brown, who was working at Harper's Bazaar at the time. Laura was engaging and energetic and filled with ideas, but she wasn't... Continue Reading →

I wish I could say that I took it easy during my break from blogging, but no, it was the usual frantic whirl. I think I've forgotten how to slow down, but it was good to take blogging out of the equation for a few days and just be. One of the reasons I didn't... Continue Reading →

When I write my blog posts each day, I don't really think about who - if anyone - reads them. After more than a decade, HouseGoesHome has become a daily habit, like grabbing a strong flat white at my local cafe. The reality that I don’t acknowledge is that I am writing the digital version... Continue Reading →

My love of sunrises outweighed my fear of ghosts on our last morning in Narooma. I'd read that awesome views were to be enjoyed at the Glasshouse Rocks, but the beach was only accessible through a graveyard. Eeeeek! The youngest was disinterested in waking at dawn for an adventure, so I arrived in the darkness... Continue Reading →

Our first morning in Narooma kicked off with Vegemite on toast on our balcony with this stunning view ... It was so nice to see all that blue sky after weeks of endless rain in Sydney. Then we went in search of coffee. Good Friday in a sleepy village meant only one option, with a... Continue Reading →

How was your Easter? I’ve been on a five-day South Coast road trip with the youngest. No blogging, no computer, often not even mobile phone reception. I really needed the break and an adventure in uncharted territory was just what the doctor ordered. Heading south was an odd choice for me, as most of my... Continue Reading →

My birthday present from DD was supposed to be a Crowded House gig in Perth, but Mark McGowan ruined our plans. DD is still waiting for his refund on those tickets, but he ponied up for two extra ones so I could see the band play at Sydney ICC on Tuesday night. As we waited... Continue Reading →