
Steph went to Perth for LNY, and Hillarys was looking STUNNING. Reader, I definitely got in that water.
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Steph went to Perth for LNY, and Hillarys was looking STUNNING. Reader, I definitely got in that water.
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I went home on the weekend, to celebrate the greatest festival of the year. And today is Day Four, the return to business, so it’s time for some Lunar Festival navel gazing.
In light of the PLEASE LET IT BE TRUE Seagulls on a Train story coming out of Frankston yesterday, No Award brings you: beings you don’t want to share a Metro train carriage with.
(Seriously but first go read Seagulls on a Train first) Continue reading “Don’t get in this Metro train carriage”
Liz has moved from one gentrified Melbourne suburb to another. She’s got feels about it.
Continue reading “On the corner is a banker with a motorcar”
The Australian Women’s Weekly is an institution. Since 1933 it’s been covering, in a gentle and non-threatening way, the public figures of Australia, not to mention providing recipes, dress patterns, advice and occasional facepalms. Like many Australian women, I grew up with it.
I was therefore delighted to discover that the 1933-1982 archives are available online. This is (a) amazing and (b) completely unhelpful for my needs in terms of researching the novels I want to write.
Of course, interesting stuff did happen between ’33 and ’82. Like, oh, a bunch of wars. And also we lost a prime minister (May The Sea Return Him).
How did The Australian Women’s Weekly cover the funeral of a prime minister who died in office?
By putting the US president on the cover, of course! #culturalcringe
Continue reading “Reading The Australian Women’s Weekly in January 1968”