Chameleon

Image credit I was looking in my wardrobe the other day, and I’ve decided I’m a chameleon. I like to change my skin.... Well not my literal skin... That would be just weird. But the skin I dress in to go out into the world. I don’t have a “signature look”. I have many. If I’m going somewhere, I will consciously ask myself, what look do I want to portray today? If I’m honest, my mood affects what clothes, or look, I will choose. Sometimes I like to be a little bit hippy bo-ho,...

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everything old becomes "new" again

Everything old becomes new again, or so it seems. From fashion to television and movies. The latest Australian show to be recycled is Young Talent Time. I know people who have watched it, and report that it’s great. The ads that I’ve seen, it looks polished, professional and a great vehicle for young people to dance and sing, and do what they love. I haven’t watched it. I can’t. I know it will probably seem strange, but for me it’s a trigger. A billion years ago when I was nine, I went to...

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Kermit

I have an admirer – or a stalker. I haven’t yet decided. He’s seen me naked in the shower, seen parts of me that will remain nameless, and has woken me up with a thump. Apparently it really isn’t easy being green. People say I should kiss him, and see if he turns into a prince. But I already have my prince. Don’t need another. I took extreme measures the other night, when yet again, Aston alerted me to the fact that Kermit was breast stroking in my toilet....

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Gratitude

Recently while I was having a little melt down about the money tree being bare, my perspective was surprisingly and pleasantly changed by someone that I least expected. It was dinner time and I proceeded to put down our gourmet dinner of sausages, home-made chips and salad in front of my 13 year old son Nathan, with the comment, “here’s another poor peoples dinner.” He said, “Are we poor mum? I don’t think we’re poor. I think we are really rich. I mean not everyone has a computer, a...

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Ode to Nikki

Nikki from Styling you is my styling guru. Like me, she is in her 40’s, has both teenagers, and a young child. Because of that, I appreciate her styling advice. Just because she’s a mum doesn’t mean she wants to run around in trackie dacks, looking like something the cat dragged in. Neither do I. She has suggested many beautiful designers, Sacha Drake, Verily, Metalicus to name a few….. Most of which I could only afford in another lifetime (the pre-children-working -fulltime life). She...

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365 days

365 days, 52 weeks, 12 months, 1 year…. That’s how long I have known M, how long he has been in my world.  He has become a part of my family. A very big part. M and I recently celebrated an anniversary. Our first. *cue hearts and love songs* We went to Mooloolaba for the weekend and had such a wonderful time. Delicious Food Sublime sunsets Wine, Champagne, Corona and Lime Lots of love and laughs I’m so happy. Deliriously happy. It’s a new and wondrous...

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