Is it how you express yourself, how you hide yourself, is it all about comfort, or just some stuff you put on your body because being naked all the time is frowned upon? I always think even people who try not to conform end up looking like all the other people trying to do the… Continue reading How do your clothes make you feel?
What do you do when your mind goes blank? I am never without a funny comment or comeback. Annoyingly now and again it’s just a bit too late. Those are the moments that kill me, if only we could request to redo the argument so I can really burn you. #controlfreak. But right now stress… Continue reading Insert funny comment…
I had one of those moments at work the other day where I had a little think about the way I dress. Just a split second, after a comment someone made. I was wearing my gold Converse with some frilly socks. A couple of people said they haven’t worn socks like that since they were… Continue reading What does dressing your age even mean?
There are some very socially acceptable cool things that make me very happy. High quality cocktails in great bars with friends (and let’s face it crappy cocktails in crappy bars with the same friends are also good). Going to see gigs, open air festivals, trying new restaurants, and shopping for amazing stuff. But then there… Continue reading What makes guilty pleasures guilty?
I think I’m becoming a bit of a master of this. If you choose to live on the other side of the world from your most important people, you need to get good at it. The quickest route from Aus to the UK is still about 24 hours! I’ve now done this return flight 4… Continue reading Flying economically.
One minute you’re enjoying your daily afternoon twix and coffee. Next minute it’s a green tea and a protein bar. How does this happen? At what point did I turn the corner from unfit 38 yr old, to 40 yr old gym addict? I’m still not totally sure. I blame my Dad. He has a… Continue reading So fitness, who knew?
Visiting Home, back in the UK, is one of my most favourite things to do. When I first moved over to Aus I went home at least once a year. But this time I had pushed it to 18 months. You realise that as much as you want to see your family and friends more… Continue reading My trip home, really universe?!