the end was just the beginning
Where do you stand on leftovers? It's a topic that's more polarising than a Kardashian wedding. Some people have the absolute horrors at the mere thought of eating old food and insist upon throwing all their dinner remains out. I don't get it. I love 'em. Always have. My favourite brekkie in my hungover youth... Continue Reading →
The "selfie" has been loudly decried at the Cannes Film Festival, which is currently raging in the South of France and crammed with every celebrity and their dog ... (Unlike Queensland, where Johnny Depp took his Yorkshire terriers and discovered they'd be euthanized if he didn't send them home STAT. He reportedly spent $400,000 flying... Continue Reading →
It's funny the little things that float my boat as I descend into middle age. I was soooooo excited to discover Bonds tracksuit pants at my local Woolies and couldn't resist slipping a pair into my trolley. There was a whole display of leisure wear .... I almost bought gym pants, a T-shirt and a... Continue Reading →
Things got messy last night. And hot. And sticky. And this little Cinderella didn't tumble into bed until 1.30am ... I went to something called Hot Dub Time Machine. It was awesome. You might even say it was bulk fun. OK, you'd definitely say it was bulk fun between 10pm and 11.30pm. That was one... Continue Reading →
Where do you stand on lady gardens? Are you on the bald-as-a-badger, au naturale, bikini wax, G-string wax, or Brazilian side of the fence? I pondered the hairy issue yesterday as I endured extravagant pain at my local beautician. And I decided I'm oddly dogmatic when it comes to denuding the bush. While I'm all... Continue Reading →
Yesterday ... it wasn't good. Something distressing from my past came back to haunt me and something in my future laid me low. I cursed the unfairness of life on my train journey home, wondering yet again why I was the only person who DOESN'T get away with blue murder. Instead I'm the sucker who's... Continue Reading →
Tinder is a funny old place. It's such a superficial way to decide if someone has potential as a partner: swiping left or right based on their appearance a photograph. I never really took to it. Kerri Sackville wrote a very amusing piece about the Tinder photo palaver at the SMH: The men who post... Continue Reading →
I've never been a rat kinda girl, whether they be the furry or love variety ... but Riff Ratt has almost turned me. This little guy was rescued from a reptile store where he was about to be fed to the snakes and is best friends with a three-year-old Dutch shepherd called Osiris. The adorable... Continue Reading →
Ah, the stars can wait. Here's how I celebrated ... I'm not really a wrapping paper and ribbon kind of gal. I much prefer "experiences" - words, gestures, time together. So my favourite gift on Mother's Day was the youngest staggering out of bed all tousle-haired and wishing me a spontaneous "Happy Mother's Day" then... Continue Reading →
Don't you, don't you! Why do I love that song so much? Anyways ... more about that later. Happy Mother's Day to all my mum readers out there. I'm celebrating by going to an 8am pump class at the gym ... woo-hoo! There will also be a ceremonial opening of my gifts from the school... Continue Reading →
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