Minimalism and Special Event Dressing

Minimalism and Special Event Dressing

This is what normally goes through my head when I receive an invitation to something slightly fancy. Oooh, exciting. Yay, we are free that day. Bother, we have something the day before – why are these things always clustered together? What am I going to wear?

The what am I going to wear question quickly becomes “What am I going to buy?” A wedding, a big party, a celebration is a lovely excuse to hit the shops and indulge. But not this year. This year my wardrobe options are limited to strictly in-house shopping. Read more

Yearning for Rest

Yearning for Rest

My youngest was nearly one. The mythical “sleeping-through” remained mythical. And from the accounts of my new mum girlfriends, we had all been fed the same fantasy. None of us were getting a full eight hours. My very bones were weary with tiredness. It was impossible to fathom how we could continue and yet we all did. I yearned, yearned for rest.

I remember talking to mum about it. How weary I was. My dear mother has a way of seeing herself in every story. So she told me about how tired she was. As an aside, if you’d like to frustrate a person to tears, be a person without a baby telling a person with a baby how tired you are. Of course, new parents don’t have the monopoly on exhaustion, but for the love of all that’s holy – just give it to them. They are honestly only just hanging on.

And while my mothers “empathy” rankled she then said something that gave me pause “sometimes I wish for just a short stay in hospital, nothing serious of course, just a little rest.” Read more

When no buy gets hard

 

when no buy gets hardI’m heading to the mid way point of my no buy year. To date, it’s been easier than I had expected. I avoided temptation, steered clear of the stores, refused online shopping and all had been well. My wardrobe served as my little shop and I was feeling quite smug about it all.

Then the season changed. Read more

The Beauty Minimalist

The Beauty Minimalist

The other weekend I had lunch with some awesome bloggy-instagram types. These get togethers are always a blast. Nothing is taboo. The conversation is by turns hilarious, revealing and educational. There were a few beauty experts amongst us, which is something I find fascinating. Like peering into a foreign world I know nothing about. Hearing about feather touch eyebrow tattooing, contouring and eyelash extensions was all quite foreign and exciting. You see, on the totem pole of personal grooming I sit very low.  Read more

Postcards from Blogland

Post cards from Blogland

A few years ago my friend and I went real estate shopping in blogland. We approached with quiet trepidation. Unsure of the vast spaces that unfolded. Blogland appeared to go on forever. Just when we thought we may have touched the edges, another array of niches would shimmer before us. Read more