On Being Gracious

On Being Gracious. Full stop. Permanent marker. No returns. The latest Aunties adventure began as it usually does… six weeks after the previous, eight months since the last, or tomorrow? There remains no plan or routine, just whenever we begin to feel desperately apart. It can strike, or not strike, at any time. It possibly […]

Literally Nude. Figuratively Naked.

Tonight I am taking off all my clothes.   And dancing nude.   In public.   *wallpaper muzak aka thinking music.   Shall I clarify? Aunty Mod here. The other Aunties are not, at this stage, naked. But I’m working on them! Currently I feel confronted by the fragility of health, the shortness of life, the […]

Aunty Darling and the Snuff Box

It was proving to be the most talked about mission since the Moon Landing of 1969. The Aunties were going to Bright (snow country). It was early winter. The year was 2016. The Valet had gone on holidays, no doubt to escape what was coming next. The planning! Cue: Aunty Lush newly job free, pumping […]

Stacking It.

Wandiligong Autumn

Aunty Verve here, on the bounce! I thought the snow falls were the end of my misadventures! Wrong! It started as a pleasant bike ride with the Aunties. We were in Bright, Victorian Alpine Country, it was Autumn, perfect weather, perfect fun – or so I thought! We hired bikes for an afternoon ride out to […]

Intermediate beginner

This year on the snow I was like a giraffe at an ice rink.  That’s no big surprise probably, however this year my falls were spectacular. It started when the ski shop assistant asked ‘Would you be intermediate skiers?’ Aunty Beads and I looked at each other searchingly, then back to the assistant blankly.  He […]

Mary & Ben

The girls have been very quiet for a bit, you see we have lost the elders of our mob, and the girls are heartbroken. Aunty Joan steps up to tell a tale about Mary and Ben, the grand royalty of The Aunties. Thanks Aunty Joan. Love the Valet. I was ten when I met Mary and […]

Race Bombing

I am now considered somewhat of a phantom owner in the racing fraternity. I don’t own a horse, nor do I lease one but my friends do and I love going to watch.  It’s perfect – no fees, no trainer stories, no bets (not mandatory ones anyway) and all the fun. My friends are very […]

Creating my own moments.

Aunty Darling here. I am at the local outdoor pool at the ungodly* hour of 8.00am. Thanks to the pool’s digital display of time and temperature, I know it is 9 oC but I do believe the wind chill factor has taken it down to -5 oC. My only company are two fat ducks. I’m […]

Aunty London

One day I was meeting Aunty London for lunch, great friend of The Aunties and an aunty in her own right. It was bloody freezing, so I left my woollies on. Red bobbly cardy, purple striped woolen hat. You get the look. Unloved and really couldn’t care. And then a vision entered the Harvest cafe! […]

Frock Race

I regularly peruse the Salvo’s shop in North Melbourne, just to kill some time before meeting a couple of gal-pals. Anyway, just before one of Melbourne’s fabulous racing seasons, I was in the above mentioned shop and happened across a cool looking, vintage, navy blue, crepe frock, with a David Jones label. “Great frock for […]

Mum Sayings

"I wonder what the poor people are doing?"
"Did you see anyone you liked better than yourself?"
"I've had that new coat forever."
"Go on, you deserve it."

Yummy Aunties…

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