Part 1: Mix Tape 1998

It’s 1998.

I unearthed my actual mixed tapes from this time. I can thank my cousin for the addition of the Led Zeppelin track.

I was going to say, “whatever else you find, don’t judge me” but I’m not going to apologise for a time in my life. This was me in 1998. It’s me with influences from my parents, friends and the ’90s and I don’t regret any of it. Mostly.

Much of this I still love. Much of this is me NOW.

Joe Cocker – Feeling alright


Shirley Bassey – History Repeating


Mountain –  Chocolate Starfish


US3 – Cataloop (Flip Fantasia)


Marc Cohn – Walking in Memphis


Travelling Wilburys – End of the Line


Donna Lewis – I love you always forever


LED Zeppelin – When the levy breaks


Massive Attack – Teardrop


U2 – Streets have no name


Michael Jackson – Stranger in Moscow


The Grid – Swamp Thing


I think I have enough tracks to fill another couple of posts.

The memories burn…





Moments of Melancholia

Marzi at Introvert Doodles posted a list of things that made her feel melancholy. She further clarified “I think of melancholy as an inexplicable sadness, sometimes tinged by a bittersweet nostalgia”

She asked “Are any of these relatable or am I just weird?”

For me, they’re relatable in that we all have a list – just not necessarily Marzi’s list.

So what’s on my list?

Watching life from afar. Marzi called this “being up high and watching people scurry below” but I think it’s the same thing. It’s when you’re up high in a building or when you’re on a plane and suddenly the world is made up of Matchbox cars and the traffic moves like a surreal clockwork.

Related to this, SonderSonder is the realisation that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own. If I pondered this every time I passed someone in the street I might go mad, but when I do have time to take this in, the extraordinary wonder brings melancholy.  [Which, in turn, makes me wonder if ‘sonder’ is pronounced ‘sunder’]

Old photographs and photograph albums. I’m not good with change, and photographs prove life is change. For better or worse.

Music. Not all music, but it is difficult to be specific. Some music arcs you back to a different time, some music reminds you of who you were, some music reminds you of someone you loved. Marzi got specific and made a good choice.


Things that are broken.

Spring cleaning. This in itself can be invigorating, but sometimes it involves letting things go.

Like Marzi’s ‘geese flying in formation’ , similarly – a murmuration of starlings.

Cacoons. Melancholia in a place where I am safe from the world, particularly during wild weather despite being ever thankful for the roof over my head.

Sunrise and/or sunset can be wonderful. It can be thoughtful, it can bring melancholy.


So I ask, are these relatable or am I just weird?

What’s on your list?


Folding Sheets

Family habits are a funny thing.

Your family is, as your family is.  As a child you believe what you’re experiencing is normal and everyone has a family similar to yours. Depending upon your life and who you meet along the way will determine how quickly you discover normal doesn’t exist and that thing your family does isn’t necessarily a thing other families do.

I’ve spoken of some of these habits before. Some of these differences are minute. Tiny little differences you only observe once you start living with someone who grew up in a different family. Like, do you leave the pegs on the line, or off?

[A surprising number of these relate to washing.]

I inadvertently discovered that my family’s rules for washing jeans are not universal. We always dry them inside-out because it frees up the pockets and allows them to dry faster.

My husband’s family always pegs clothes by the ankle, my family always pegs socks by the toe.

As we were bringing in the washing today I was reminded of another ritual that never ceases to make me smile. I find it endlessly and ridiculously amusing which my husband finds similarly amusing because we’ve really been married long enough now that I really should be over it.

And when I tell you what it is, you’ll be underwhelmed.

Folding sheets.

As we fold the sheets, I’ll pull on my right hand corner and he’ll pull on his right-hand corner, diagonally stretching the fabic taught. You’ll then do the same from the left-hand corner.  He says it makes sense, it squares-up the sheet and be that as it may, it’s still funny.

What are your family’s quirks?


Blog Lag

I participated in Nano Poblano knowing I wouldn’t be able to complete the challenge. Already I’m a couple of days short of success and I’m only at Day 10. And that’s okay.

I could have pushed myself and posted something trivial each day, but I decided against that. Life is particularly hectic for me at the moment and I refuse to stress about it. What upsets me more is not having the time to read my fellow bloggers’ posts.

I’ll see if I can lift my game this weekend.

Happy blogging, my friends.

And goodnight.

Miniature Magic

During some A-Z blog posting challenge, I decided to blog an A-Z of knick-knacks.

I failed to complete this challenge, but remnants of my attempt still remain in my drafts folder.

This one is brought to you by the letter M.

I love things in miniature.


On the right, a small cabinet of curios. Lower-left: A close-up of the slightly bug-eyed Old English Sheepdog figurine. Top-left: A fashionable woman of the twenties walking her dog in front of a Christmas card.

Do you have a teeny decorative piece?

Daylight Spendings

Daylight savings always creates a fascinating dichotomy. Lovers or haters. Do an indifferent group of people exist?

As my Twitter feed fills with people sharing their opinions on the matter, I can only presume America is transitioning out of the light.

In October, participating states of Australia transitioned in the opposite direction and I LOVE it.  During the spring transition I’m like – bring me the light! When it turns back in autumn, it doesn’t make a lot of difference – except for that one ostensible bonus hour on Sunday.

Most people spend the first week of daylight savings speaking of time in twofold.

“What time is it?”

“Three o’clock, but it’s really only…”

In either direction, those most confused are the elderly and pets and possibly (if farmers alter their routines) livestock. My cat is only upset if it delays feeding time, he’s not so concerned if it brings it forward.

How does it affect you?

Love it, or hate it?

Face-washer Fancy

Me: You know that incident I had with the spider in my face-washer

*husband nods*

Me: It happened again, this time with a baby scorpion!

Husband: You mean it crawled out onto your leg?

Me: Well, no. Since the spider incident, I thoroughly drown the face-washer in the bath before I wash myself. The scorpion was more released into the water and slow motion arm flailed like *flails arms in slow-mo and makes drowning-blurble-noise*

Husband: Scorpions don’t have arms.

Me: You’re spoiling my story.