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 […]

The Pied Piper of Bali

Bali is a wonderful place, the people friendly, weather fantastic and it was fabulous to have time to spend with the aunties, outlaw aunties and nieces. I’ll treasure the memories of this holiday for a long time. So Aunty Verve? In Bali? She’s clever, professional and always tries to do the right thing – see? […]

Accidental Rebel

Aunty Verve here. I generally (& genuinely) always try to do the right thing, play by the rules, be the diplomat and peacekeeper but sometimes things happen outside of your control, no matter how hard you try. After scoring tickets into the Makybe Diva marquis for Derby Day at Flemington Racecourse, of course I felt […]

What was I thinking?

So here I am at the airport. It’s 1.31am and my flight leaves at 3.35am. And I’ve got no-one to play with. Figure a drink is in order. I’m flying to Dubai, what fun. However I am reminded of my first trip. What horror. Talk about learning the customs real fast. Picture this: alone, first time […]

The Sunday After

For the benefit of those you who didn’t attend “Tiddling Tales with The Aunties” this weekend gone, those present were given a clear unambiguous warning about not finding yourself alone with Aunty Lush. Not for any reason! Not for any purpose! Not if you want to maintain your decorum. This is a tale of warning […]