Grand Final

In 1995 I was eight years old, and my team – my glorious, beloved Carlton – were in the Grand Final. Forget for the moment that I knew next to nothing about football in technical terms. What I loved about the Blues were the things an eight-year-old girl loves – Mil Hanna’s baldness, caused by [...]

Well, hello there

I had the following conversation with my friends Chris and Josie today, following a very serious meeting in which we discussed cardigans, failed relationships and mee goreng (no, really):
Chris, apropos of nothing: My girlfriend’s been reading your blog, and she says she feels like she knows you better than she knows some of her friends.
Josie: [...]

The Boy

Obviously, there is one. I don’t go writing chipper odes to Spring for nothing, you know. 
I’m generally reluctant to spill too much of my personal life onto the internet, lest it fizz and stick up my computer keys like tonic water, but a challenge was set (‘Why don’t you write about it on your blog?’) [...]

Spring

Coming home from uni the tram rolled right into the sunset – figuratively, of course. Going along Moreland Road, the sun sinks into the freeway, and there’s the most glorious haze of exhaust-pink light. Never let it be said there’s no beauty in the polluted industrial landscape.
When I got home, our front lawn, notoriously wild [...]

The dancing dress

So, five years after the rest of the world, I finally discovered ebay, and got home this morning to find three beautiful dresses wrapped up on my doorstep. I feel like now, only now, do I get to join the 21st century. And utilise the 21st century to purchase items from the 50s.
I appear to [...]