Sunday, April 19, 2015
....which means coats are coming and cosy socks are coming and the urge to eat six pastries in a row while watching Scandal in a snuggie is coming. And I'm excited. I mean, I wore a turban to work the other day and my head was only sweaty and overheated for 30 per cent of the day. Thirty per cent! That is an entirely tolerable amount of the day to be heinously uncomfortable in order to look cool, I think.
For someone like me, who sweats about a litre of perspiration just walking ten minutes to the train station in summer (fun fact: did you know you can sweat from your knees? True story), this cool change is much appreciated. So let's hear it for autumn/winter – the bomb of all seasons for all number of reasons. Well, at least ten reasons.
1. It is totally acceptable to decline a dinner invitation because... a) it's too cold; b) it's too dark; c) William and Catherine: A Royal Romance is on TV; d) all of the above.
2. You can wear scarves and beanies and gloves – and you don't ever need to shave your legs, unless you are going out, which you're probably not (see point one).
3. You can feel your sophistication levels rising as you start drinking red wine with everything.
4. Hot meals start to become enjoyable again because you don't have to take breaks to mop the sweat off your face and when your oven overheats the apartment, you are surprisingly grateful.
5. You can take up fun new hobbies like colouring in and cross stitch. Consider winter a licence to go full grandma.
6. It's a great time to save money – at least, that's what you can tell yourself as you add up all the cash you're not spending at trendy, overpriced bars. And it will make you feel tres responsible, until you realise that nightly pizza delivery is actually really expensive.
7. Ugg boots. Erry day.
8. Long hair stops feeling like a blanket covering your head and neck and starts looking cute under hats.
9. Other people stop caring about their muffin tops (because, layers), so the gym is empty and you can work on your sneaky bikini body in peace. Then come spring: bam! Ignore the haters – that tiny indent is an ab.
10. When you inevitably get a little down about the fact that it's already dark and it's only 5pm, you can just casually Insta stalk people on the other side of the world for a dose of sunshine and spring blossoms. Ahh, social media: helping us through seasonal depression since at least 2013.
Friday, February 13, 2015
Image: Eye Poetry Photography.
You can get it from your girlfriends (by gosh, I do), you can get it from your family, you can get it from you colleagues, you can get it from that stranger that smiles at you on the way to work. You can get it any ol' place that you give it. And in the end (and in the infamous words of The Beatles) it's all you need. Because when you love and when you have people that really truly love you, little else matters. And I honestly believe that.
One of my favourite blog posts maybe ever (you can read it here) talks about love. But not in that mushy send-me-a-dozen-roses kind of way – although, don't get me wrong, that sappy romance would be most welcome in this single lady's life and if you fancy sending me a bunch, my preference is that they come with wine – but in a very grounding way. Because I think that's what love does. It grounds you. It puts things into perspective. It gives you a purpose and a path. And it fills your life as much as it fills your heart.
I might not have a "Valentine" this year (unless you count my mum, which sorry mum, but I don't) and I might have to buy my own box of Guylian seashells, but I'm content to say I'm not missing out on anything in the love stakes. In fact, I'm surrounded by love. My life is packed full of people who care about me and support me and are always in my corner. (And thank goodness because the number of times I call on them is somewhere near infinity.) So today I'm going to embrace this not-even-a-little-bit-ridiculous holiday and celebrate it. I'm going to wear a bit of red and give out some lovey dovey notes and maybe even watch The Notebook.
Monday, February 2, 2015
This weekend, the city looked like this and it was marvellous.
Sunny days like this always put a big ol' smile on my face. Blue skies, cotton ball clouds, palm trees... It's enough to make you pinch yourself and thank Bananaman that you're alive.
I guess sometimes it pays to actually put pants on and go outside. Who knew?
Monday, January 12, 2015
Image: The Fresh Exchange
I love hosting dinner parties. Even fictional ones. So when I read an interview recently where the person was asked to name ten people they'd invite to a dinner party, it got me seriously thinking about my own dream list (because these really are the big life decisions). And I settled on placecards that read a little something like this...
1. Kanye West
2. Rafael Nadal
3. Steve Martin
4. Taylor Swift (not seated next to Kanye)
5. Barack Obama
6. My mum
7. JK Rowling
8. Amy Poehler
9. David Attenborough
10. Prince Harry (definitely seated next to me)
Hell of a dinner, no? I think we'll have duck to start...
* It's worth noting, the one person I'd really like to invite is Meryl Streep (no-brainer, right?) but I'm terribly afraid I'd come off all crazy and fan-girly, and ask her to start reciting lines from The Devil Wears Prada, which in front of the impossibly cool Ms Streep would just never do.
Friday, January 2, 2015
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
How did that happen? I swear five minutes ago it was August and I was blowing out the candles on my birthday cake, then somehow I blinked and the Christmas decorations are all going back into storage already. (With the exception of my mini tree. That stays close for emergencies – you know, those bad days that only festive twinkle lights can fix.)
I'll admit that the complete cheeseball in me loves the start of a new year. It feels so fresh and full of possibility. Will this be my Taylor Swift year? Will I do big things? Will I meet new people? Will I party with Beyonce and make $64 million. Will it finally be the year that I clean out my car? (Not likely, but who could say. It's a new year – anything is possible.)
So far, 2015 is looking like a cracker. I kicked it off on a boat with much champagne and two of my very best friends (as well as some over-the-top sparkly headwear) and it was perfect. I have never felt more lucky to be living this life. Not only do I have the most amazing group of girlfriends, who have had my back more than a decade (that's some ride-or-die shiz, right there), I have an ace new job that is throwing me all kinds of never-thought-I'd-do-that challenges, a little apartment that truly feels like home, and a wonderfully tight-knit family. Oh, and did I mention that a new waffle house is opening up around the corner? Honestly, it's too good.
Of course there are going to be little hitches – bad days, tough weeks (that's what the mini Christmas tree is for...) but if I get 365 more days of this love-filled life, then bring it on.
I'm ready for you, 2015. Let's see what magic we can make.
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
You guys, this month. It started with a teeny tiny wet patch on my carpet, which turned into a giant pool of water on my bedroom floor, which turned into me moving in with my parents temporarily. (Side note: My parents really are the most wonderfully supportive people that a 28-year-old living back at home could ask for. They even cook you dinner at the end of the day. So that bit wasn’t all bad...) Then my car was hit by a truck (rude!) and the driver didn’t even stop (ruder!) and now I have a leaky hot water tank. But the real bummer is, with all the tradies coming and going in my apartment, I haven't even been able to put up my Christmas tree. (I mean, c’mon – November is nearly over. I am missing out on prime festive time. Soon I’ll only have a month to enjoy being Christmassy!)
So in short, things have been way stressful and way overwhelming lately (in the way that things are when they are miles out your know-how) but there have been good things, too – and today I’m choosing to focus on them...
1. I have a sister who can make the most delicious prosciutto, tomato and buffalo mozzarella sandwiches in history. These things could end wars, they’re that good.
2. In other food-related news, there have been deliveries of cronuts in the office. (There's also been a spike is joyous jumping, which may or may not be related to the cronuts.)
3. I’m yet to get an my own desk at my new job, but the girl I'm doing sharesies with plays Taylor Swift (new and vintage) all day... so, you know, winning.
4. Jacarandas are blooming everywhere in Sydney and the wind is blowing the blossoms around like purple rain. My camera roll is 90% jacaranda pics right now.
5. The Newsroom is back on TV. And just like that, my Monday nights have meaning again.
6. Christmas trees have started popping up in every shop and office building. The most wonderful time of the year is finally here!
7. The supermarket has decided to start stocking my favourite rose tea again.
8. Mockingjay was every bit as as awesome as I had hoped it would be (Liam Hemsworth, mmmm...).
9. I have not had to take a jacket to work for two weeks. Yeah, warm weather.
10. Cherries (let's just call them nature's candy) are now in season.
11. I’m happy to confirm: the funnest way to spend a Saturday night is at Katy Perry’s concert with a $15 flashing glow stick in hand.
12. And getting out of the multi-storey carpark afterwards in five minutes flat when it usually takes more than an hour? You’d better believe I was high-fiving myself all the way home.
13. There’s a brand spankin' new iPhone 6 on its way to me. Hustle, iPhone, hustle.
14. Finding $10 in your jeans pocket = guaranteed happiness. Realising that it’s actually two $10 notes squished together = actual squeals of excitement.
15. Last Friday night at a tequila bar made it official: My new workmates are the raddest group of girls ever. Ever ever.
16. There is no such thing as a boring train ride when you have the Serial podcast.
17. My shopping game has been right on. Now I just have to work on my earning game.
18. Gelato Messina had a fairy bread flavour. (For those of you playing at home, that's bread and butter gelato with sprinkles. Otherwise known as 'heaven on your taste buds'.)
19. The dentist gave my chompers an A+. (Cue: back patting.)
20. I have a hellava lot of people in my life who will drop things to help me when I'm in a pickle. And, well, damn if that doesn't make me one lucky lady.
Monday, October 27, 2014
At about one-and-a-third is when the pork bun rating starts to swing from delicious to slightly sickening.
Sometimes it takes trying on twenty different pairs of shoes with an outfit to realise the skirt is the problem.
I have the most patient, wonderful friends who will diligently keep an interested expression plastered on their faces while I recount a 58-minute call I had with a government agency that went nowhere.
Jonathan Tropper is the kind of writer I would like to narrate my life in a book.
Jaffa and mint choc-chip ice-cream do go together quite nicely, thank you very much.
Nothing can turn my mood around faster than a cup of tea with my nan. And a biscuit.
Five o'clock on a Sunday night is no time to do groceries, unless you enjoy getting caught in trolley gridlock.
One Tree Hill is so much cheesier the second time around.
I live in the prettiest city in the world. Take a bow, Sydney. You played this weekend perfectly.