Superwoman of Super Waste
It’s that time of year again where my family insists I be locked up. Not that I’ve done anything wrong yet —it’s just that they know something embarrassing is imminent. It’s the annual or bi-annual council pick up, you see. That time of year when distracting piles of junk—no let me rephrase—someone else’s treasure lies […]
Veggie Tales
We have an abundance of holy silver beet in our vegetable patch. Holy not in a religious sense, but rather that it has been nibbled with gay abandon by an extended family of tiny, apple green grasshoppers. The fact that it is holy in no way impacts on its taste, or the frequency in […]
Is it really that important?
I was walking along a country lane near my home recently, mulling over all the things I had to do that day when in the distance, I saw an elderly man rummaging through his refuse bin. As I contined to agonise over the business of life, finances, career, children and schooling—all the issues that can consume […]
The games we play
‘World Cup fever’, apparently, is ‘upon us’. What with several dozen posters, tens of advertisements and an impressively bright pair of billboards, it’s not hard to see why. But, lest readers think me unpatriotic, let’s give credit where credit is due. To Germany, for example. It’s a fine place, filled with the crisp and the […]
Covertly Corporate
It’s raining as I step out of the train and onto a sodden city central platform. I marvel at how I choose to go corporate on the very day the heavens open in Queensland. I commend myself on my choice of outfit—in essence, my spare wedding ensemble from my niece’s recent nuptials—the sensible attire I rejected in favour of a frothy, frivolous dress. Fashionistas Trinny and Susannah would be proud.
A calculated confrontation
Don’t cause a scene. These were the unspoken words I grew up with. Cultured women don’t lose their decorum and tell shop keepers what they think of them. They maintain their dignity and they leave. They remain in control. Not this time. There was absolutely no forewarning. Nothing spectacular that led to the demise of […]
Leading a Blonde Astray
I took my dog for a walk this morning. I snuck out the back way, through the bush and along the fire track. I was rather hoping to avoid Slater. Slater is the neighbourhood vagabond. We live in a picturesque little enclave where most properties ramble into each other without the concern of fences. This is not sensible suburbia, neatly fenced and gated where the neighbourhood dogs are restricted to their allotted area. In spite of the general lack of confines, however, most local dogs stay on their own turf and have no interest in roaming further than the postbox at the end of a rather long driveway. Slater has changed all that.
Carpet Ride
I have never been one for shopping lists or planning weekly meal menus. And nor, it seems, warehouse furniture shopping.
I have proven that I approach warehouse shopping in exactly the same way I approach food shopping: with spontaneity and according to what is on special.
Of course I will buy the sensible basics, but it’s the other miscellaneous items that often become a little blurred and spur of the moment.
