In Year 8, no amount of mousse (or gel for that matter) was giving me the tightness of the Nicole Kidman curl. So I had my hair permed. Source for photo 1: Sticky-paged photo album full of really dorky shots of my friends and I patting kangaroos on a school camp. All with the same … Continue reading Bring back the spiral perm
I have this really bad habit. I let the surfaces in the living area of our house (lounge room floor, coffee table, kitchen table and kitchen bench (actually add the top of the microwave and the top of the fridge)) get really messy. We all know roughly where something is when we want it, but … Continue reading I need to break a bad habit – what do you need to work on?
The steering wheel and dash are closer than they should be. I'm not sure why, but I'm not worried. I hold my arm up and invite the faces around me to look at it; it looks like an S. They don't find it as funny as I do. Now my seat is reclined and there … Continue reading What I remember of my first car
At some point between Maeve’s age and mine it becomes socially unacceptable to hug your classmates in the pool and blow kisses to the swimming teacher when she says goodbye (perhaps it’s at the same point that big round bellies and well-covered thighs stop being cute in the pool?). The strange part is, while our … Continue reading Unlearning ’embarrassment’