Sunday night rewind

{A reposted post from two years ago, which I'm hoping might amuse you unless you've read it before and then you are probably my sisters who were the primary readers of this blog two years ago. And in that case this awesome shot of my very grey hair taken yesterday is for you. Yes I can hear you both snorting on two different continents. I'm doing it. I'm growing in the grey. The end.}



Originally posted Tues 16 June, 2009

After I almost lost my hair tonight in the fireball I created by spraying Canola spray directly into a pan on the stove, a gas stove, (yes I know I'm an idiot), I am reflecting on the effects of my short cutting, my quick fixing and my life of interruptions.

I'd like to blame my mother. The master of the domestic short cut. If there's a way to do a chore quicker and better she'll find it because when you finish doing whatever it is, you get to read. Or play in the garden. Or do something fun. And that's worth a short cut.

So, no ironing. I grew up clothed exclusively in non-creasing polyester cotton, folded off the line. Hemming tape. Scuff stuff. Nail polish on a laddered stocking. The slice we'd make for morning tea was actually called "Lazy lady". (It was EXCELLENT. Essentially a speedy chocolate brownie. Will post the recipe. But I digress.)

When I'm done blaming Mum for introducing me to aerosol Canola I can consider the influence of my friends.

One of my dearest pals of all time doesn't even use pegs on her clothesline. She hangs the washing out and when it's dry it falls off the line and onto the ground. She and her children always look very clean so this system obviously works. Love you, Nessie.

I short-cut every single day. Some days it's no underwear. No butter under the vegemite. And don't even get me started on the cleaning short cuts I make. Eek. 

Maybe that's why I'm doubly killed by the occasional need to write "home duties" next to "Your occupation". I'm so unbelievably crap at home duties that I almost set myself and the house on fire. My children quite frequently leave the house with spectacular bed head and I noticed in Woolies last week that Henry was still wearing his pyjama bottoms. I'd changed his top half and his shoes but neglected flannelette Elmo. 

And it's not that I'm short cutting and reading or gardening, greater the shame. Some days it feels like roller skates down a really steep hill. On concrete. Without the exhilaration (and the great early 80's perm and short skirt. And legs, for that matter.)

I'm off to make an instant coffee, speed read the Sydney Morning Herald headlines online and not do any cleaning. Again. No cleaning except for the big black smudge on the wall behind the stove which is all that's left of my eyebrows. 


11 Comments on “Sunday night rewind

September 12, 2011 at 8:00 am

Good on you for growing your hair out…I have just come through the process with the encouragement of my hairdresser…and it’s white but kinda looks blondy and people think I have coloured it that way…especially if I put a few brown bits around the front!!!

rhonda jean
September 12, 2011 at 8:01 am

LOL, great post. I’m glad you kept your hair in the fireball, it’s very pretty. Now, I can cope with cleaning short cuts, creating a fireball with a spray can, even no underwear – I’m fine with all that, but NO butter under the Vegemite! Crikey!

September 12, 2011 at 9:15 am

Hi Fiona, I just started following your blog after reading about it on Rhonda Jean’s πŸ™‚ It’s fabulous and a real credit to you πŸ™‚ I just loved your post today, it so nice and reassuring to hear other peoples accounts of normal life with a growing family. I must admit that I to have come close to creating stove bound fireballs….so don’t feel so bad, there is someone out there just as crazy πŸ™‚ Love the cleaning shortcuts, and your tales of the nail polish on the stockings was a great blast from the past for me as I to was taught similar shortcuts like this by my Mum and older sister πŸ™‚ I used to carry a small bottle of nail polish in my bag to highschool just in case, and many a time I could be found painting my tights when I found a ladder then spending the rest of the day trying to pick the tights away from my skin :). Love being normal! Have a great day, Regards Ruth @

September 12, 2011 at 11:05 am

Hi Fiona, I found you via Rhonda’s link yesterday and I’m very glad I did. I love your story about the Canola spray, it’s reassuring that I am not the only one who has done that. I’m another Illawarra devotee — up in the northern suburbs.

September 12, 2011 at 11:17 am

I have only recently found your blog but am thoroughly enjoying it. I have just nominated you for the Versatile Blogger Award, please come and check it out πŸ™‚


September 12, 2011 at 12:00 pm

Thank you for making me laugh so much I cried and actually snort laughed.

You’ve gotta love a quick fix.

I asked my hairdresser last month when I could grow in my grey and she said never. Unless I wanted a rather spectacular zebra effect. I’d really like to be grey and proud. I’d be a lot richer too. Good on you!

elaine rickett
September 12, 2011 at 6:55 pm

Your post brings back memories for me too, the nail polish on the tights (I haven’t worn tights for years), the housework or lack of it (too busy blogging). I once set my head on fire when I was lighting a bonfire outside thanks to a head generously hairsprayed (that awful singeing smell). Great post.

September 12, 2011 at 8:46 pm

It is nice to know there is another blogger who takes short cuts!! Mine is that I don’t wash children’s hair. Oh shock horror yes! I probably shouldn’t have said that…it is one of my deepest darkest secrets. I think your hair is lovely by the way.

September 12, 2011 at 10:19 pm

This did make me laugh! And also groan in agreement. I too am crap at most of the home duties, especially cleaning, washing, ironing? what’s that?, making beds (why? you’re just going to mess it up again), and tidying. I have said 2011 is the year of decluttering, which is supposed to make keeping the house tidy easier, but so far I can’t see any difference. I obviously need to declutter more.

And haha, Heather, I don’t wash the children’s hair either! Or, only when it get’s really, really, tangled and I need to fill it with conditioner to comb it out.

Thanks for reposting this πŸ™‚

Jeanette King
September 13, 2011 at 8:20 am

Michelle, my sister had the same dilemma. She solved it by using a hair color that isn’t permanent and close to the color she had been using. Then she just did her roots. As it grew out, she would still do her roots, but not be too careful of the coverage. Eventually, she just didn’t do the touch-up and as the color gradually washed out and revealed her gray it just seemed natural and the darker tips blended in well. She is so glad she did it and it cost her a lot less to do her own roots so she started saving money much sooner.

September 19, 2011 at 8:02 pm

Ness here, just BTW we have decent grass, it’s pretty clean and if the washing didn’t fall off the line when it was “done” it would probably never be taken off….I recommend the practice wholeheartedly
Love ya Fi
Ness xxxx


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