• 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 […]

  • Wandiligong Autumn

    Stacking It.

    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 […]

  • 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 […]

  • Dear Aunty Lovers

    Dear Aunty lovers, Salutations. It’s the Valet here, with an irresistible invitation. arcade-card-mack-sennett-comedies-five-women-with-hats-covered-with-straw-1920s at http://chuckman1920sarcadecardbeauties.wordpress.com The girls are requesting the pleasure of your company at what they are calling ‘Tiddling Tales with The Aunties”. Between you and me, we know it’s going to be some frivolous fun, however we all need to get in on […]

Welcome from The Aunties

Sunday Mass with Mother

Our mother goes to mass every Sunday, and twice a year I (Aunty Darling) join her at her local church. You know – just to keep my options open. Easter and Xmas are the big ones. These masses always go forever and Easter Sunday was no exception (clocked it at 1 and ½ hours). To […]

Talking to a machine.

Aunty Verve here: I’m talking to a machine! Yes, really. Actually it was worse than that! I was texting to a machine!! So excited about getting my Collingwood membership card I responded to an auto email from my phone! After the ‘fab’ response I even added Go Pies. Lucky it was rejected and I quickly […]

Knitting Season

Every few years I get an overwhelming urge to knit, I wouldn’t necessarily call myself a knitter but I have tackled the odd knitting project. Indeed, one still sits waiting to be finished; it’s all cable and tricky stuff, beautiful Aran wool (bought in Ireland). Even though the back and sleeves are finished, I can’t […]

Aunty for love.

The other day I was digging about, pretending to spring clean. I found these glorious images drawn by my friend’s little girl. Let’s call the friend Tamara, and let’s call her little girl Davida. The drawings were done when she was five. So she was little then, and she is always likely to be little […]

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 […]

I want a puppy…

I’ve been saying this for years, and no doubt, I’ll be saying it for a few more…but how can one resist? Just look at some of my favorite furry friends. Monty who loves yoga …Gigi, a pretty girl who loves to dress up and Lilly, oh don’t be fooled that little sweety is not napping […]

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 […]

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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