Tagged with my mum

Reality Blues

Christmas is gone. The tree is away. The smell of gingerbread is no longer lingering in my kitchen. New Years celebrations have been had. There is no champagne in my fridge. Sensible clothes are laid out for tomorrow. The reality blues have hit me hard this year. My holidays finished today, tomorrow I am back … Continue reading


Weekend Wind Up… Ukulele Lady

On Sunday, The Designer, My Mum and I went to a ukulele lesson. My Mum was a flight attendant in the 70s and Hawai’i is her destination of choice, and she’s always wanted to learn how to play the ukulele. After a recent trip in Waikiki where she learnt to surf (yep, My Mum learnt … Continue reading


Conversations Had or Heard – Part One – Public Transport

Background: my brother, The Artist, is an amazing mind who builds sculptures the size of garages and out of anything at hand is studying at TAFE. While his artistic works and general knowledge are impeccable, sometimes his organisation of ideas into an assignment format is a little confused. So, once he does the work, my … Continue reading