I sent these self-promo party poppers out to a few Creative Directors today. I know I would quite like to be posted a party popper with a message inside. Fingers crossed they go off with a bang.
Show Me The Money!
Andrew, it’s a DEAL! My money has come through! Albeit, not in a shiny gold case or written on a novelty-sized cheque. I would make a customer suggestion to Centrelink if I hadn’t already spent hours in the “satellite office” in Smithton (read, telephone out the back of Service Tas). The brick-lined hovel had a phone, a non-destroyable high school chair and “THIS...
Look! I’m planning again! After hissing and seething that I would happily NEVER think about transport in another country EVER again, here I am. Guide books a go-go! Nan, Mum’s Mum, recently sold her house and moved into a nursing home. Get this: rather than popping the from-real estate money onto her will, she doled it out to her daughters now. She requested to see the money was...
Confessions of a Hoarder
No one warns you how terrifying it is after ten months living out of a backpack to return to all your junk. Mountains of stuff. It’s always in the way, you can never find anything, there’s just. So. Much. Stuff. I LIKED being able to go straight to my storage cube (drawstring bag - luckily I kept that should-have-been-op-shop-bound pillowcase and scrap of ribbon to make it with)...