Category: Getting Older
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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 dog…
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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 of…
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Allergy-friendly cupcakes
I hate the lunchbox rigmarole. I have a friend who is insanely organised. She has a weekly lunchbox meal plan, that she just rotates. That much structure freaks me out. Even thinking about it gives me a headache (in a jealous “I so wish I could do that” kind of way). As a result, every…
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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 plane…
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The not-so-joy of Motherhood
I don’t think I’ve quite got a grasp on this motherhood thing. Just when I think I’ve got it sorted, everything seems to change. Conceptually, it’s as slippery as an eel in a BP oil slick. I’ve realised recently there are a lot of things I hate about this motherhood lark. Hate is a strong…
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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. …
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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 positive…
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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 and…
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Vivid
Ahh Vivid – the natural beauty of Sydney’s foreshore adorned with jewels of light. A celebration of artistry and imagination. An irresistible calling to all Sydney-siders to get out and enjoy this amazing city we get to call home. How fitting then that it should be my first post for June – a month I am dedicating to seeking out…
Midlife Unpacked 