In On Passion, Dorothy Porter briefly discusses her love of snakes. Coincidentally, the day I first read that passage I had been doodling in one of my notebooks and when I doodle – whether in the margins or, naughtily, over my text – snakes usually appear. Fat ones and thin ones. The thin ones are…
Riley has been bored around the house lately. Can’t say I really blame him, I have been a bit preoccupied, but that’s no excuse on my part. I did get a little of a shock last week, though, when he read out a phrase from one of Keira’s reader books from school. How on earth…
So we hang out in the car for a little bit.
The school run goes on. This past weekend saw a procession of birthday parties, sleepovers for the kids, interviews (more on that later), and toy library duties. Keira even played her first game of Lacrosse. It might also be her last game, but she gave it a go. That’s right the Andrews family circus rolls along right into…
Open, if you’re curious, to page 386 – at Katherine Susannah Prichard’s letter to Miles Franklin. It’s quite a book. I do love an anthology*! *Ha! Did you see that? Subtlety is my art 😉
I needed a change, something pretty dramatic. I’ve been a hair-rut for years (if you discount this major haircut almost exactly two years ago. Maybe this is just a seasonal feeling I get?) and this time wanted it all chopped off. When the hairdresser grabbed the first handful of hair she said, “Are you ready?” and…
The other evening I pulled out a DVD I had borrowed from the library to put on while Adam watched Burn Notice. What movie is that? he asked. An old one, I said. How old? Are we talking Ironman old? I turned around, aghast. What?! That’s not old. So is it…
I am rather pleased with this photo, which is Hipstamatic‘s way of saying, “In your FACE, doubter.” Yes, Hipstamatic is my new iPhone photo application and I did find it tricky to use at first. It’s also your classic case of, “Buy the basic kit, but just look and see what other treats HipstaMart has! You…
We went camping out in the bush over the weekend. I didn’t do much camping as a child. It was never my parent’s ‘thing’ and so you can imagine my excitement when an aunt, uncle and cousins took my sister and I to North Haven (NSW) when were young. I still remember that trip –…
