Freedom From Funny

I’m thinking a lot about my age at the moment, maybe you can tell. Not in a sad way, or even a nostalgic way, heck it’s not even nearly my birthday. I’m just thinking. “Your twenties are for learning, your thirties are for earning” they say – um, yes please 30’s! I’m going to write…

At My Age

Browsing pinterest earlier in the year – in my pjs with a cup of tea, hair piled atop my head, a sketch caught my eye. I followed the rabbit trail and what I found has stayed with me for months. It hit me exactly where I am at and articulated something I couldn’t, or at…

Life Motifs

 I grew up listening to my dad learning to play the saxophone. Today he flies in from Zim for the first time in 2 years, & someone is playing the saxophone outside the studio. Thursday you are awesome.   (facebook status 28-2-2013) I work in a busy noisy part of Woodstock; usually full of the sounds…

Window Boxes

Today I was helping my Gran move in to her new house. In their mid-70s, my grandparents are downsizing significantly & have had to wade through years of sentimentality as they practically packed as few boxes as possible. After spending most of their lives in Rhodesia/Zimbabwe, this 1 bedroom Kenilworth semi with not an inch…

Writing Someone Else’s Blog

Recently I had a lightening bolt moment about my blog. I have been blogging for over a year & still haven’t achieved the kind of ‘groove’ of regular posts I’d have liked to. I hoped that having somewhere to post to & get feedback would help motivate me to write, but alas it was not…