Kylo Ren’s Lightsaber cake… and lessons in letting go and being a better mum

It’s another birthday party in our house today.  My son turns 9 (nine! what?), and has requested a lightsaber birthday cake.  Not just any lightsaber birthday cake mind you. Kylo Ren’s lightsaber.   “You remember what that looks like from the movie, mum?” he asks.  Ahh, no.  But google does, of course.  There are plenty ofContinue reading “Kylo Ren’s Lightsaber cake… and lessons in letting go and being a better mum”

Puppy Love

If you follow me on instagram (@sharlzed), it would be hard to miss that I have just become a new fur-mum.  Yes, some people have puppies (and I honestly thought I would be one of those), but it turns out I have a fur-child.  You can tell this by the number of   photos of the dogContinue reading “Puppy Love”

On being older. And wiser.

Lately, I’ve been feeling old.  Maybe it has something to do with spending lots of time with the young and happening things at my acting course.   It is hard not to let their perspective of you take hold.  And they don’t mean it in any negative way – but really, I am a contemporary ofContinue reading “On being older. And wiser.”

A life mostly ordinary…

Weekends away… once upon a time the man of the house and I used to take them on a regular basis.  At least once every six weeks we would be zipping up to The Hunter Valley or meandering around Jervis Bay.  Because in those days we were a two income no kids family, we took planeContinue reading “A life mostly ordinary…”

A Scatterling from Africa

Ever since our trip to South Africa last year I have been feeling vaguely homesick.  Is it homesickness, this wistful longing I have for South Africa?   After all, South Africa is not my home nor has it been so for nearly two decades. Give it a couple of years and I’ll have lived in SydneyContinue reading “A Scatterling from Africa”

Oh to be in Paris…

I love my family dearly…but sometimes I imagine I live in a modern one bedroom apartment in Paris, with a type writer, all by myself.  I imagine an early morning café au lait and croissant, and taking walks through winding cobble stoned streets to the nearby market to buy a baguette and cheese for lunch.  Continue reading “Oh to be in Paris…”

I am a soccer mom (also known as – Growing Up)

I am a soccer mom.  See that woman standing on the edge of the field yelling at the kids.  Turns out, that’s me.  I know you’re not supposed to, and I hated it when my father did exactly the same thing, but I can’t seem to help myself.  If I was playing, I am positiveContinue reading “I am a soccer mom (also known as – Growing Up)”

Is forty really the new thirty?

They say that forty is the new thirty, but quite frankly, when you’ve had two children and a decade too many Lindt Balls, I don’t somehow think so.  Certainly there is no way I could fit into the skin tight jeans I wore back in the days.   And I am definitely a lot more saggy andContinue reading “Is forty really the new thirty?”