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
The Kasey Chambers CD has finished and the next one starts automatically. I listen to Paul Kelly do a brilliant live version of To Her Door and wonder if the guy in the silver top taxi cab ever did make a picture and get them all to fit. I wish I could play the harmonica like … Continue reading Last minute ‘cramming’
We all like being right. Or at least not wrong. Arguments are usually the result of two of us trying to be right or perhaps one party being made to feel wrong. Anthony and I nearly have it worked out; we can usually identify when we both want to be right and can give that … Continue reading I’m right, you’re wrong
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’
I'm not the first mother to blog about mother's guilt. Its in blogs from other crafty work-at-home-mums (or WAHMs as they're called in endless websites, support groups and forums), books about parenting, and conversations amongst girlfriends. Germaine Greer said that women are capable of feeling guilty no matter what. If we're juggling work, home and family, we're guilty. … Continue reading Mother’s guilt
