Month: December 2015

  • What 2015 Meant to Me.

    What 2015 Meant to Me.

    2015, we’ve been good for each other and I’m a little sorry to see you leaving so soon.  I’ve just read over my previous year in review blog posts and they’ve all been so earnest and introspective which reflected where I was when I wrote the posts but this year’s been different.  It’s been life…

  • Christmas 2015. Happy Days Indeed.

    Christmas 2015.  Happy Days Indeed.

    In the immortal words of Adele, ‘hello from the other side’. We were off to a good start when I managed to beat my little elf to the tree on Christmas morning to play Santa. It’s been the most joyous Christmas I could have asked for this year.  Full of everything I wanted it to…

  • This Close To Christmas. All You Need Is Love.

    This Close To Christmas.  All You Need Is Love.

    Just stopping by to take some time out from the tightly scheduled timeline that is the lead up to Christmas Day.  It’s my last day of work today before I get just under a week off for Christmas.  I’m so looking forward to spending the time just being a mum / aunty / daughter /person…

  • The Last Weekend Before Christmas.

    The Last Weekend Before Christmas.

    That last weekend before Christmas was always going to be busy, wasn’t it?  But in a good way. I’ll start from the beginning but be prepared for a long post.  If you’ve got a plate of your own Christmas baked goods handy, grab a plate and a coffee and settle down.  If you’re already on…

  • Fly Screens, They Must Be A Perth Thing.

    With just over a week until Christmas (sorry to scare you if you were planning to remain in denial until the weekend) the key themes for me today were getting things done and relief on account of. SSG Manor 2.0 finally has a fly screen to its back door.  I’ve been pretty vocal about this…

  • Water, Water Everywhere and Nowhere.

    It’s one of the ironies of living in our lucky country, isn’t it. Image from the ABC News. A tornado warning has been issued for our city today as the heavens opened over my dirty car (before I even had to think about going and getting it washed).  The news websites are awash with images of impressively…

  • Weekends At Christmas.

    First things first, The Cheesecake. It went to lunch looking like this.  The mint leaves in with the berries were inspired, if I do say so myself.  Nothing like a bit of green to add to the festive theme.  Not to mention how refreshing a burst of mint can be in the midst of the…

  • The Plan That Came Together. Fist. Pump.

    It seems so silly now that it’s all done and over with but at the time, I was mountain out of mole hilling like it was the last chance I’d ever have in my life to make a mountain out of a mole hill.  Honestly, with an opening sentence like that and a lead photo…

  • The Museum. The Five Rites. Frozen Bananas Reincarnated.

    The Museum.  The Five Rites.  Frozen Bananas Reincarnated.

    As we get to the business end of the countdown to Christmas, serious Christmas cheer and tradition has found its way into the workings of SSG Manor 2.0. The annual Christmas gift scratchie has been scratched and … I’ll still be going into work tomorrow.  I’ve done my first champagne run to Dan’s ahead of…

  • ‘Flesh Wounds’, ‘Natural Born Keller’ and Yes, A Saint Is Born. The Weeknight Book Club.

    ‘Flesh Wounds’, ‘Natural Born Keller’ and Yes, A Saint Is Born.  The Weeknight Book Club.

    I know forty is either just a number or the new thirty.  I also know that life begins at forty.  But one thing I never really thought about before turning forty was how my age would influence my reaction to reading the memoirs of notable figures in our culture and society. All of a sudden…