A Room of One’s Own

I reckon Virginia Woolf nailed it when she declared “a woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction”. In fact I think we can apply that to “a woman must have money and a room of her if she is to any damn thing at all”.  I have a room, I’ve been trying for twelve months to set it up as a study. We’ve worked through a substantial amount of the junk and memories that were overflowing from it, in fact we cleared enough space for Hippie Child to live in there for the past month while my mother-in-law stayed for a visit. Now, I’ve got the space to start work on the final clear-out – if I can just get past my natural hoarding tendencies. Today as I fought with myself over what was a future historical document and what was rubbish  I ended up simply clearing a corner of the desk and setting up some flowers and family photos in a delusional attempt at convincing myself that I was getting the room under control. Isn’t it marvellous the image you can project with careful framing and a bit of filtering?

Do you have space of your own? What do you use it for?

Sunday Night Dinner

In yet another example of why I’m not a food blogger, here’s the meal I called for Sunday night dinner.

Despite it’s appearance it was quite delicious, to see what the baked meatballs with tomato sauce and feta should look like (and to get the recipe) head over to Meet Me At Mike’s.

Surfing The Net

As for what I’ve been reading this week, here’s what caught my attention.

Is this the worst time to be a journalist? Nic Christensen considers the state of the Australian media.

Angela Mollard faces her body issues in all their naked glory.

Books and Authors: An evening with Isabel Allende.

Now 45 is too old? Huh? Anyone having trouble getting a job once they reach a certain age?

Hope your weekend is awesome.