Feelings run from frustration to determination. The sense of reward – world domination – when I push through the last millimetres of steel bracket is thrilling. Maybe akin to that sense of achievement as a little girl when I learned to lift my little legs off the ground and ride unaided on my first little […]Read more "Ol’ school tools"
No money for a new wardrobe? No problem. Over the Christmas season I have inadvertently undertaken a moneyless wardrobe reinvention. Moneyless living can be abundant. Again I have proved to myself how easy this is. Or maybe I’ve just proved that I live in a world of ‘peak stuff’. They are calling it ‘slow fashion’, repurposing, upcycling, […]Read more "‘a reinvention’ – the low-impact way"
I feel like a little kid stomping my foot, pointing and shouting about the unfairness of it all! It’s climate change’s fault! I want to scream, rant, wail, rail against the injustice. Why did I have to be here in this time of climate upheaval? Why am I forced to make choices that cause me […]Read more "climate change made me do it"
The story of independence/dependence is one of contention in my moneyless life. I sit between competing worldviews and internal voices. Below are two pieces of writing created at different times in the last few months. Does the truth lie somewhere in between? ‘Independence’: I’m feeling bad. I have been too dependent on others for […]Read more "the independence myth"
For the first time in my moneyless experiment I’ve been on a trip to places where there wasn’t the comfort of old friends at the other end. This time lots of new friendships were formed. Camaraderie and kindness was shown by a plethora of amiable and delightful people. I am now safely ensconced back home processing […]Read more "trippin’"
My new outhouse is built with old things and I love it. There’s the old pallets for walls – washed up in the floods and painted with old paint a friend no longer needed. There’s the old sheets of corrugated iron for a roof from a guy who wanted it gone from his place. There’s […]Read more "outhouse"
Me and my little blue wagon are parked up at my lovely friend, Kim’s, farm now. The big flood forced a relocation – from Martyn’s to Kim’s, just around the corner. To keep the farmgirl in me happy, I will call Kim’s ‘farm’ a farm even though it’s a medium sized town block in Lismore. […]Read more "little blue wagon"