Category Archives: our little rollercoaster

musings about life and all its ups and downs

Celebrating two years at the blog and meeting Ita Buttrose

“Why do you blog? I don’t get blogging. Why would you put your stuff out there for people to see?”

All I can say, is that … It Just Felt Right.

When I started this blog two years ago I had no plans except to use it as a creative outlet, a place away from clients’ work where I could be playful and do my own thing.

Along the way something else happened. I rediscovered my love of writing, something I had trained in but something I hadn’t done for many years.

And suddenly I had a place where I could use my words and images together.

It was a natural fit.

It. Just. Felt. Right.

And then something else started to happen. I slowly started to get to know people from all around the world with similar interests and with a similar sense of humour. And friendships blossomed. In Australia, in America, in Italy, Algeria, in Mexico and Norway! And I realised that our little corner of the world in rural Australia has its own charms and people were actually enjoying our stories about Bathurst and our various misadventures.

Last night in Sydney, publishing legend and 2013 Australian of the Year, Ita Buttrose, launched a book I designed for travel writer and photo journalist Christine Osborne.

Christine Osborne and Ita Buttrose at the launch of Travels with my Hat

Author Christine Osborne and Ita Buttrose at the launch of Travels With My Hat

Christine found me via the blog.

If I didn’t blog, I would never have met her and I would never have met Ita.

Blogging has opened up my world in ways I never saw coming.

Why do you blog?

I love making you laugh. I love it when you’re moved to tears by something I’ve written. I love sharing our here and now with you, the little roller coaster that is our life in Bathurst. This crazy roller coaster that we all ride. I love the sense of connection. Of shared moments. Even if they’re a world away.

In a busy, busy world, I am so grateful that you find your way here. And I’m so grateful for all your little comments and words of encouragement over the past two years, especially when we’ve hit life’s lows, and we’ve had our fair share of those in recent times.

Somehow, dreams seem possible here. And that’s a wonderful gift you give me.

Thank you so much.

loads of love

Marg xxx

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…in which the new girl in school makes a complete dick of herself

A few weeks back I decided to do an 8 week intensive online business/marketing course at Marie Forleo’s B-School.

We’ve just finished Week 2.

It’s been a bit like entering Hogwarts, sitting in the front of the boat watching the course loom up in the distance and then, when you enter Hogwarts itself, you find yourself surrounded by nearly 12,000 other students from all around the world.

The main corridor of the Facebook Group is a riot of nervous energy, cheerleaders and bumbling newbies, with seniors hanging off to the side in their little groups – some super friendly, some super cool. Everyone, ultimately, extremely helpful and supportive.

Imagine, if you will, beyond the main corridor are classrooms (sub-groups) for the dancers, the language coaches, the foodies, the gardeners, the life coaches, the graphic designers… you join a few of them in the hope of finding your tribe.

Unsurprisingly I’ve gravitated towards the artists, the writers, the photographers and the travel crew but I’ve also been spending a bit of time with the design crew.

Last night I was jumping around on Facebook, flitting from my personal profile to the groups, getting dinner, stoically suffering through Series 4 of Julian Fellowes’ Downton Abbey … you can see where this is going right?

This morning I check in to see what’s going on in the design group and there, front and centre – actually, surrounded above and below with vibrant and serious design-related conversations – is a lonely status update from me…

“Note to Julian Fellowes.
Please kill Lady Mary off at your earliest convenience.”

No Likes. No Comments. And surprisingly, No Shares.

Mortified, I deleted it straight away and then fretted the morning away, thinking that was the wrong thing to do. I should have left it there and made some light-hearted comment so that the group realised it was a mistake. Too late. It’s gone. And I’m off to buy this.

How Not to Be a Dick A guide

Perhaps it’s my imagination but I could swear that the temperature in the design room has cooled a little. So if you don’t see me for a while, you’ll know I’ll be off in a corner somewhere, friendless and quietly hitting the books.

Lady Mary looking dejected in Downton Abbey

mmm … suddenly I know how you feel Mary …

When you work by yourself, especially after nearly 10 years of doing it from home, it can be a real challenge to put yourself out there and step outside your comfort zone. The course is going to be so beneficial, not just for us but for our design clients as well. Lots of good juice. Seriously good juice. But it is a bit like being back in school. Hopefully, just as I did back in the day, I’ll find a wee gang who are happy to laugh at each other and themselves.  People who are happy to take me exactly the way I am, dicky mistakes and all. Ultimately they’re the kind of people I want to work with too…

One other little thing that I’ve realised is that when people are new to the blog they might not get an instant sense of what it’s about so I’ve rejigged the wording on the main banner up top to try and make it a little clearer. Those of you who have been here for a while, do you think it’s on the money? I’d appreciate your feedback.

Have a great week. Hope all’s well in your part of the world.

Marg the Friendless ;)

x

Get your copy of How Not to Be a Dick here and photo of the effervescent Lady Mary here

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The new art of wuffling and an attempted wooing by a dwunken Irish musician in a double bunk.

Obviously it’s been a while between joggers.

new shoes

But you’ll be so proud of me because I’ve been wuffling.

It’s a cross between walking and shuffling. After I was ignominiously recalled, yes recalled to the doctor last week, where I was wead the wiot act about my cholestewol, I’ve been setting the alarm for 6 every morning, ignoring it most days but then dragging myself out every other to wuffle my way awound the neighbourhood.

They’re so bloody bright even I have to look away.

Regular visitors to casa del Hogan will be pleased to know that we have finally got a new side gate installed to replace the one which was designed to keep Polly the dog in but in reality served more as a death trap for incoming visitors with its exposed staples and dangerous dangly bits of wood.

death trap 2000

The old gate aka the Death Trap 2000.

It is safe to visit again now guys.

polly

Awwww Pol, you’re stuffed now, aren’t you darling?

Steve and I started yoga three weeks ago.

We’re still going and our tree poses are coming along very nicely. Thanks for asking.

… In other news Darcy has discovered Irish music which fills this mother’s heart with joy. He and his good friend have a plan afoot: to spend three years in Ireland when they finish school so that they can perfect an Irish accent and have girls fall at their feet the moment they open their mouths and let loose with their lilting Blarney. I’m beyond proud.

I had a wonderful six weeks in Ireland when I was 24, the highlight of which was a few days spent in a little town called Liscannor during a week long Irish music festival. The Belfast Folk Club was staying there too and every night they’d bring back some bright light from the festival to jam away into the wee hours. Davy Spillane was a highlight. So too the unnamed member of the Bothy Band who drunkenly tried to woot woo me and mount my double bunk amidst a dorm full of female backpackers. My honour was ingloriously left intact and from memory I think he snored the night away on the floor in his ill-fitting underpants.

I might leave you with that happy little visual …

If you spy me on the roads in my bright new wufflers, cover the kids’ eyes quickly and look away.

It ain’t pretty.

Have yourselves a lovely week xx

P.S. Here’s a little taste of Davy Spillane, playing “The Storm” live with Moving Hearts in 2009. It kicks off at about the 40 second mark. Davy plays the uilleann pipes and I think I’m right in saying it’s one of the most difficult instruments to play. I tell you what, if he’d come knocking on m’double bunk with his uilleann pipes back in 1985, well who knows what might have happened. Woot woot!  ;)

P.S.S. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or family members with minor speech impediments is purely coincidental.

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