Is anyone else wetting themselves that it is spring again? In two ways. Firstly, how is it already September, the year needs to slow down a little, and secondly out of excitement for the coming warmth ( can already feel it brewing in the air ), beach days and wine nights - outside as opposed… Continue reading osakan for a day.
This little collage I pored my lunchtime into sums up how I felt on the weekend, following two massively delayed flights, both to Melbourne and back. So much time spent whining and whinging, stressing about the wrong information on the departures board (surely our gate hasn’t closed when the plane hasn’t even arrived?), and asking… Continue reading thought process of airport waiting.
Tonight is the time to reflect on the year that was, because scarily it is almost over, and 2015 is never coming back. I’ll be finishing the last bits off with a reception-free camping trip and back to back beach days - hopefully perfecting the surfing skills I never quite won over last summer. This… Continue reading highlights reel.
Ordinarily it would seem strange for a Sydneysider to take part in a sweater weather tag during September. The rain has made this craziness redundant though. And in true Australian fashion I’ve adjusted every “fall” to “autumn” instead, which is a lie about my actual current situation, but whatever. Here we go. The rules of… Continue reading sweater weather.
As someone who battles to stop and do nothing ever, sick days are a real struggle. I’m meant to be resting but I always want to get the chores done or do some creating. Yesterday may just be my most successfully restful sick day ever. Here’s how it went: 8am - Wake up groggy and… Continue reading how to sick day.
There are just so many pretty things in the world. Just a moment every day to take it all in isn’t enough, but is often all we are awarded. Years ago I made a pact with myself to find the beauty in absolutely every person, even when I found it really hard, and my first… Continue reading every moment.
I must admit that I am not always the most authentic of flowerchildren. I feel like a farce at times, with my constant dreaming of possessing an Hermes scarf or Burberry trench (hence the persistent eBay stalking). I’m regularly not the cool, calm, collected gal perceived by outsiders, but someone who rarely understands their own… Continue reading japanese for a day 2.0.