AI Art: Battle Royale
Hug It Out
Am not the nicest mother- it has to be said. More like the willling bad-cop who thinks that telling it like it is never hurt anyone. I wonder where I get it from (looks askance at my parents' room) but it is what is is. My parents continue to be the extremely loving and demonstrative... Continue Reading →
Dafuq Bloglet#3
Red took us all out to play pickleball last evening and as always kept coaxing me to play something rather than have my nose buried in a book or my Kindle. And I, as always, was lethal on the court. Mercilessly swinging the racket like it was a sword and the ball like an enemy... Continue Reading →
Pet Peeves: Continued
It's been a long time between rants, this one especially. Last time I grumbled about this was three years ago. And while this irritant has raised its annoying head on and off, there are certain days when the peeve gets elevated to a different status: in ALL CAPS, bold, italicised and underlined for good measure!... Continue Reading →
In Livin’Color
I first colored my hair while in the fag end of my 30s. It wasn't to cover up the greys (which am convinced are a sum total of the number of years I've been married and how old TO is) but to see if a different color was my thing. It was. And while my... Continue Reading →
It’s Only Words…
Everyone grows up with the lingo of their generation; usually ingrained in their youth. It's a mix of slangs, colloquialism and often, as is typical with kids, some amount of neologisms as well. TO and I have been spending quite a bit of time together in the last two months since his summer break started.... Continue Reading →
Smartalecky Sunday Bloglet
TO has learnt the art of being an utter smartass and sneaks it into conversations with a smoothness that by turns annoys me and also makes me laugh. A little while ago, we were doing a round of Q&A about his upcoming swim theory exams and one of the questions was about what to do... Continue Reading →
Declutter: Why It’s Hard To Do
In the world that Marie Kondo rules (in a manner of speaking), decluttering isn't merely something to be done; it can become a family activity of sorts while setting you free. Free from disarray, free from decisions about what goes where and why and ultimately free to move around your own space and feel good.... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 