If you regularly follow this blog (or just glance through the dates I’ve posted stuff), you might be wondering why there have been no new posts for many, many months.
The good news is, I haven’t died. Nor have I relegated Lace & Feathers to the land of permanently abandoned blogs languishing in various corners of the Internet wasteland. It’s just been, uh, resting. Which is exactly what I haven’t been doing.
If you’re looking for a way to test the strength of your new marriage, I have been personally road testing a pretty surefire method over the past 3 – 6 months. All you need to do is follow these steps to place you and your marriage under a reasonable (but not completely unbearable) load of stress in order to bring any simmering tensions to the surface for examination: Continue reading
It now takes more than nine times the average salary to buy a house in Sydney. Just a single generation ago it took three.
I don’t know about you, but as a “young person” currently living in Sydney, I find that statistic depressing. It’s becoming increasingly close to impossible for people my age to find somewhere decent to live in this city. Most of our friends in similar situations (twentysomethings, often still studying or recently finished and in their first jobs, many of whom are married or living with a partner) have taken one of the following all-too-familiar paths to living in Sydney suburbs: Continue reading
It was the latest arrival of a package in the mail that finally did it.
My Dad remarked that the Australia Post contractor who delivered parcels in our area was becoming so familiar with our address, he and Dad would exchange a knowing look with each other as my Dad accepted yet another delivery.
“Another one for Emma?” my Dad would ask.
The contractor would nod wearily as Dad signed for whatever my latest mail-order purchase was.
And, as always, I grabbed the scissors and tore open the parcel to find new clothes. An exciting new thing to wrap around myself, made from a luxurious fabric or in a gorgeous rich colour or with an excellent flattering cut. And then I would need to find somewhere to store it in my increasingly overcrowded, overstuffed wardrobe which was practically bursting at the seams and rapidly running out of spare coat hangers.
On this occasion, there were no spare hangers. Continue reading