So I’m not really a horoscope-y / star sign person in life - when I was younger I avoided them like the plague and refused to let my eyes read my future, because I thought it was all so bogus. Or maybe I would be cursed for trying to look so hard into what’s to… Continue reading scorpio talk.
I need to be ok with not doing everything. It’s a hard lesson to learn for someone like me. My obsession with being “productive” is extreme and not always the most helpful. It means I can’t just sit and binge on Orange is the New Black (although I need to so I can finally be… Continue reading melbournite for a day.
The lightning last night blinded me through my eye lids - I felt like the naughty kid during the magnesium experiment in high school science class, trying to peek at the insanely bright effect. A reminder that the weather is such a powerful and wild thing, completely out of our control. I'm not sure what… Continue reading feels for australia day.
Over the years I’ve developed a theory of some sorts - maybe not as clever or scientifically proven as a theory, but a thought at least - about personal style bloggers. For me, that was never an opportunity on the cards due to a number of factors - lack of wardrobe space, only a drop… Continue reading anatomy of :: personal style blogs.
As part of the whole social media cleanse, my overarching goal is to live in the moment and avoid taking in everything through a screen. That means trying to avoid walking around the streets with my nose stuck in my phone, blinded by the latest Facebook posts. Also means avoiding angry passers-by and their disgruntled… Continue reading model muse :: tilda lindstam.
Today is a day that saw way too many crazy emotions flying around, and decision making attempts that were just too difficult. My full brain could not handle. It’s a worry when you can’t even make the decision about whether to have a coffee or not, leaving fate up to a simple 20c coin. But… Continue reading reliving :: stella mccartney.
I've been thinking a lot lately about what I would do if we ever moved rural. And by rural I mean beautiful beach town with sufficient young people to allow friends, at least one quality cafe, and boutiques close enough. Me moving to a retiree town full of wild language would be a mistake. In… Continue reading the sustainers :: st.agni.