For a start, happy birthday to ME! 37 years eh? Who’d have thought. I’ve outlived Princess Diana and that is a weird feeling indeed. I may be outrageously grey-haired and my face looks like a ravine-filled Tonka Truck track for three-year-olds and I can’t run for a minute and nor can I touch my toes, but I’m healthy and alive and bloody happy to be here.
I know you can’t see heaps in this pic apart from that rogue determined wiry one, but I’m not dyeing my greys. They’re out there for public consumption. You wear fancy things to opening nights at the theatre, I wore what looks like a leftover bit of steel wool on my head.
I remember reading a blog post where someone announced they weren’t going to dye their grey hair, they were just going to let it go as it pleased and I thought “you have to announce that? That’s a thing?” but as I’ve thought about it these last few months, it is totally a thing. My grey isn’t cute, it’s not stylish, it’s the legit hair of a 37 year old whose hair started betraying her at the tender age of 23 and while it isn’t fashionable, it’s me. It’s my hair. I figure people will get used to it. But it does feel like a bit of a rebel act.
I’m also probably just really lazy. Dyeing it regularly just holds no appeal for me, it’s too much effort. We’re lucky I even wash it at all.
It’s been a while since I was here, so I figured I might do a bit of a love list to catch us all up to speed. Shall we begin?
I’ve been BUSY. I’ve re-read The Dead Zone, Carrie, ‘Salem’s Lot, and now onto Firestarter. I listened to Cujo and The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon as audiobooks, and although I have already read them back in the day, it was interesting to listen rather than read. I’m not 100% sure I enjoyed it (lord knows the narrator for Cujo was getting on my nerves by the end. There’s something about a grown woman trying to talk like a scared little boy y’know?) but it was efficient. Driving? Cleaning? unable to sleep at 2am? ALLOW SOMEONE TO READ TO YOU. Fabulous.
I’ve started listening to Rage, and the dude who is narrating is dead set awesome. He sounds like what narrators of books on tape sound like before they started getting celebrities to do it. Like his day job is infomercials about knives that can cut through shoes.
Yes, so that’s a lot of Stephen King is it not? More than the usual allotment, anyway.
Prior to all this, I was trying to read a Dorothy Parker biography but ended up putting it back on the shelf after about half way.
Last year before Christmas, I knew there was going to be heaps of work I had to do, so decided to streamline the food department so I wouldn’t die of decision fatigue. Same breakfast every day (the horror! I’ve never done it!) and a routine meal plan that found tacos every Tuesday, pasta on Wednesday, and pizza on Friday. The rest I could fiddle around with as I wished. It’s been SO GOOD. Less brainpower taken up with lists and shopping and making and defrosting and god knows what else. but I haven’t been making anything fancy. A couple of cakes for birthdays and that’s about it. I’ve no time to be a cordon bleu chef when I’m moving house and changing jobs and juggling school holidays and whatnot. Let’s see how I feel next week!
So I finished Downton Abbey finally… a hundred million and two years behind the general population, but we’re here. We’re done. And I still love Barrow the big dumb idiot. Netflix has thrown up some Stephen King gold – Misery was excellent on the 90th rewatch, The Mist I thought was nondescript until one bit absolutely blew me away and now I’ll never be the same, the new Carrie was just so un-pleasing. I didn’t enjoy it a bit.
What I have enjoyed is Doc Martin, Cosmos, Minimalism, Food Choices, The Queen, and I’m stoked to see Yes Minister, Party of Five, Stand by Me, and See No Evil Hear No Evil have been added.
I’m due to watch the last two episodes of Broadchurch and this time I really don’t know whodunnit… I hope I’m surprised!
YouTube has been throwing up some decent 80s music mixes so they get a run fairly regularly, but Lunchbox delivered my much-desired Human League Dare record this morning, so all is right with the world. Soon I can legitimately make this joke, often, in my own lounge room. a long-held dream fulfilled:
Mind you, we’re all pretty potty in this house.
If only Netflix would add The Young Ones… ahem.
eBay again throwing up the goods for ole VM, I cleaned someone out of their entire shoe and wardrobe collection as they were moving house. I shan’t need to buy a fancy dress or matching shoe for a long time. This is so satisfying to my lazy, shopping-averse self. I also bought thermals, because Melbourne.
- The new house is awesome and we FINALLY have hot water, praise be!
- I spent a weekend afternoon with my old neighbour Nikki at her High Tea with Styling You, lending a hand. It was so nice to see her and hang out properly, I had a ball. We also had a bottle of something nice at Madame Brussells then I went back to her room at The Westin and ate mashed potatoes in her bed. She’s so great.
- The school holidays were really cool, we chilled out most of the time, but did manage to get to Polly Woodside for the launch of the Fun4Kids Festival, the OPENING OF LEGOLAND where I was the most excited adult in the bunch, went to see Mr Stink at the Arts Centre, and had three easter egg hunts. THREE.
- Poor Bobbin has been in and out of the vet’s, he had to have surgery for an abscess thanks to a cranky neighbourhood cat. Turns out Betsy has something similar and we may need to go through the whole rigmarole again. Oy.
- I saw the opening night of Aladdin at Her Majesty’s Theatre with my buddy Nathanael, and attended the opening night after-party where I wore the wrong shoes and felt more like The Little Mermaid after she got her stabby legs than Princess Jasmine. They had an ice-cream bar inside and every dessert imaginable but you can guess I ended up hovering over the cheese platters. The cheese platters and the Genie were the highlights of the night.
- I’m off to Ballarat tomorrow to have a shared birthday dinner with my dad, who turns fiftysomething on Wednesday. he’s basically a baby. fiftysomething is nothing these days, I can’t believe how young my parents are. I probably aged them 25 years apiece between 1992-2001 so that might have something to do with it.
On This Day on Veggie Mama
2010: Smoky Barbecue Kebabs
2011: Where in the World Has Veggie Mama Been? (quiet month that one!)
2014: Toddlertown (I’m so clucky, help!)
2015: The dusty bookshelf challenge – level: Fail (I’m actually still doing this! The Swiss Family Robinson is next)
2016: Easy Garlic Bread (2016’s first appearance in this retrospective! This is nuts).
So what’s been happening? What did you do for holidays? What have you been making for dinner? Watching on Netflix? I want to hear all about what’s going on with you lot, and blog like its 2009.