Posted by suchwildlove on December 11, 2012
Posted by suchwildlove on December 6, 2012
Cleanse, tone and moisturize. That’s what the magazines told me (when I read them in my teens and twenties — I’m assuming they still sing the same song).
I’ve pretty much ignored both messages. My ‘beauty regimen’ consists of an evening wipe of olive oil on the eyelids to remove the scant makeup, and a morning shower lather with Cetaphil. I spend time outdoors every day, without sunscreen, only protected by sunglasses and a baseball cap.
Maybe if I’d cleansed, and toned, and moisturized, and sunscreened all my life, I would have a peaches and cream, wrinkle-free, complexion. But it’s too late now. Sun damage is forever, and I can’t turn back the clock. I’m 52, and while some people tell me I look much younger, my skin is certainly ageing. And I’m totally OK with that.
I’m gonna die with a twinkle in my eye, ’cause I’ve sung songs, spun stories, laughed, loved, and drunk wine.
And I certainly won’t die from Vitamin D deficiency.
How about you? What’s a decision you’ve waited too long to make? And are you OK with that?
Posted by suchwildlove on November 15, 2012
• had a few dates with girlfriends I don’t see often enough, and more are on the calendar.
• been making gifts like a madwoman; I will post a bunch of photos in a few days, all together so my peeps won’t know which one is coming their way.
• planned a trip DownUnder for the birth of a certain little missy.
• almost kicked my month-long cough to the kerb. Such a relief. I’m back at the gym. Wow it feels good.
What I haven’t been doing enough of:
• calling my family
What have YOU been up to? What have you not been doing enough of?
Posted by suchwildlove on November 13, 2012
Posted by suchwildlove on November 2, 2012
Posted by suchwildlove on October 20, 2012
I am sensitive to smells (and noise). I can’t abide incense or strong cologne or that fake cinnamon scent that’s sprayed on pine cones sold in the supermarket at the end of the year (gag).
But there are certain scents I adore.
For example, I love the salty smell of the ocean. When I was a kid, we used to go camping at Kiama every summer. We’d drive north east from Canberra, through Goulburn, then take the Illawarra Hwy up and over Macquarie Pass. There was a point on the eastern side of the range when the ocean breeze would hit us. We’d have the windows down and we’d all inhale that briny promise of summer days to come. Ahhhhh.
And then there’s eucalyptus. Although I’m 8,000 miles from my native land, I’m lucky that gum trees flourish here in Southern California. When I walk through a stand of eucalypts on a summer day, I stop and inhale deeply, and I can almost hear the kookaburras laughing.
What’s your favourite smell, and what does it make you think of?
Posted by suchwildlove on October 18, 2012
7: call me dorky, but I love bush dancing. Nettie hired a well known bush band, Franklyn B. Paverty, to play at Dad’s birthday party, and I, for one, had a blast letting loose on the dance floor. Today Nettie, Dad and I went to see them play at an Australia Day celebration, at which plenty of people got up to waltz and polka. It really was a ton of fun.
Posted by suchwildlove on January 26, 2012
6: my family is all here. Yesterday the clan gathered to celebrate Dad’s 80th with music, song, dance, food and wine. Every one of his children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren was in attendance. We celebrated more than a birthday; we rejoiced in us all being together. It was a day none of us will forget.
Dad said to me, “I know it’s not a competition or a numbers game, but there are more people who love you here.” He’s right.
Posted by suchwildlove on January 22, 2012
Posted by suchwildlove on January 19, 2012