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Saturday, June 30, 2012
Monday, June 25, 2012
Man! I Feel Like a Woman!
Hairstyles I'm loving
Hair products/tools I'm lusting after
♥ Paul Mitchell Awapuhi Wild Ginger Hydrocream Whip
♥ Tangle Teezer
♥ L'Oréal Paris Hair Expertise EverSleek Intense Smoothing Shampoo
♥ Schwarzkopf Extra Care Hair Repair Deep Nourishing Mask
xx
Hair products/tools I'm lusting after
♥ Paul Mitchell Awapuhi Wild Ginger Hydrocream Whip
♥ Tangle Teezer
♥ L'Oréal Paris Hair Expertise EverSleek Intense Smoothing Shampoo
♥ Schwarzkopf Extra Care Hair Repair Deep Nourishing Mask
xx
Saturday, June 23, 2012
Birthday Wishlist
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| Tony Bianco Moment Flats, Clinique Turnaround Overnight Radiance Moisturiser, Sportsgirl Triangular Necklace, Revlon Just Bitten Kissable in Cherish, Sigma Mrs Bunny Essential Brush Kit, Motel Jodie Jeans, Urban Decay Naked Palette 2, Slatkin & Co Leaves 3-wick Candle |
My birthday's still not for a couple of weeks, but I thought it would be fun to put together a wishlist! It will be my 25th.. the big two five! I haven't even organised anything for it yet.. whoops. Maybe I'll just keep it low-key this year.
What did you do for your last birthday?
xx
Monday, June 18, 2012
Our Wedding
Hey lovelies,
I finally have some wedding photos to show you! Yaaaaay!
Our wedding feels like forever ago now (even though it was only in April), every time I think of that day I get butterflies and can't help but smile. It was the best day of my life and I couldn't have been happier with how everything went. I love that we kept it small and intimate, and I was soooo thankful that we got nice weather. There were, of course, a few hiccups.. I only had 15 minutes to do my makeup with a little hand mirror (don't ask lol), the stitches on the left sleeve of my dress came undone just before the ceremony and one of my contacts slipped to the back of my eye while walking down the aisle (too many tears!) and I had to pull it out during the ceremony.. luckily no one noticed! None of this mattered though, seriously, all I cared about was marrying my best friend and nothing could bring me down from the natural high I was on. I can't wait for you to experience it if you haven't already! It is the most amazing feeling.
xx
All photos were taken by Jonathan from Vibrant Photography. He did such an incredible job.
I finally have some wedding photos to show you! Yaaaaay!
Our wedding feels like forever ago now (even though it was only in April), every time I think of that day I get butterflies and can't help but smile. It was the best day of my life and I couldn't have been happier with how everything went. I love that we kept it small and intimate, and I was soooo thankful that we got nice weather. There were, of course, a few hiccups.. I only had 15 minutes to do my makeup with a little hand mirror (don't ask lol), the stitches on the left sleeve of my dress came undone just before the ceremony and one of my contacts slipped to the back of my eye while walking down the aisle (too many tears!) and I had to pull it out during the ceremony.. luckily no one noticed! None of this mattered though, seriously, all I cared about was marrying my best friend and nothing could bring me down from the natural high I was on. I can't wait for you to experience it if you haven't already! It is the most amazing feeling.
xx
All photos were taken by Jonathan from Vibrant Photography. He did such an incredible job.
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Clothing and memories...
Guest post by Laura Edwards (of Love, Life and Lessons)
Sometimes, there’s no better therapy than cleaning out your wardrobe.
It’s as if throwing away all those unused clothes signifies a clean slate, a fresh start – or at the very least room for newer, better things.
I did this recently.
Most of my clothes went to charity, but the rest I decided to make some money from and sell at a vintage market.
I set up a stall, and as I carefully hung my clothes on the racks, they suddenly looked like new again – shinier, glossier.
I had gone into this in sales mode: sell the clothes, pocket the money, done and dusted. I was hoping to be as clinical as a clinician. I never thought emotions would come into it. Selling a house, yes. A car, maybe. But clothes?
Yet I still felt the sting of rejection when shoppers flitted nonchalantly through my clothes and abruptly turned on their heel, uninterested, to the next rack.
There was a pang of regret when the designer baby doll dress I bought for $300 – and had never worn – sold for $40.
And then came bitterness when a woman smaller than me tried my Sass & Bide jeans that I could no longer get past my hips and looked…better than I did.
“Look away,” my friend consoled me, as the girl happily walked away with the jeans for $30.
“At least they went to a good home. It’s like the sisterhood of the travelling pants! Except they, er, just didn’t fit you.”
It’s not just the pain of someone looking better than you in your own clothes: it’s the many memories that come swarming back when you remember what you were doing when you were wearing them. Like perfume, a piece of clothing can instantly trigger a moment in time.
As I pulled together my unworn, crumpled clothes from the back of the cupboard, I was piecing together those significant moments in my life, good and bad.
The jacket I wore on my very first date with my now partner. The dress I wore to my school formal.
The sweatpants I was wearing when I was told my grandfather had died.
The red dress I wore when I spent the night crying in a nightclub toilet after a breakup.
The top I proudly bought with my very first pay cheque.
Although some of these clothes didn’t even fit anymore, I wasn’t sure I could bring myself to put them on the sale rack. I felt like selling and watching someone else walk away with them was like throwing away a link to a memory.
I always had visions of me, old and gray and losing my marbles, suddenly being able to connect the dots through said garments. One of the shoppers at the market approached my stall and held up the lace skirt I was wearing when I had my first kiss.
“This is beautiful,” she said shyly.
“It is,” I smiled, secretly wondering how I could somehow snatch it back from her without causing a fuss.
Although it didn’t fit me anymore, when I looked at that skirt the same butterflies I felt back then entered my tummy again. I could even almost smell the (copious amounts of) Lynx deodorant my date had been wearing and the scent of lavender outside my house.
“I was thinking I could wear this to my engagement party,” the woman said, smiling.
Watching her eyes light up, my urge to snatch the skirt slowly faded.
I knew I was being silly, that I’d always have my memories, no matter what – and rather than sitting in the back of the closet collecting dust, this lace skirt could have a new life, creating new memories for someone else.
Resisting the urge to tearfully whisper: “take care of it – it doesn’t respond well to water above 30 degrees when washing,” I packed the skirt into a bag, pocketed $30 and locked away a memory in my mental filing cabinet, which will hopefully be easily found later when I’m old and gray and losing my marbles.
To view more amazing posts from Laura check out her blog - Love, Life and Lessons
Sometimes, there’s no better therapy than cleaning out your wardrobe.
It’s as if throwing away all those unused clothes signifies a clean slate, a fresh start – or at the very least room for newer, better things.
I did this recently.
Most of my clothes went to charity, but the rest I decided to make some money from and sell at a vintage market.
I set up a stall, and as I carefully hung my clothes on the racks, they suddenly looked like new again – shinier, glossier.
I had gone into this in sales mode: sell the clothes, pocket the money, done and dusted. I was hoping to be as clinical as a clinician. I never thought emotions would come into it. Selling a house, yes. A car, maybe. But clothes?
Yet I still felt the sting of rejection when shoppers flitted nonchalantly through my clothes and abruptly turned on their heel, uninterested, to the next rack.
There was a pang of regret when the designer baby doll dress I bought for $300 – and had never worn – sold for $40.
And then came bitterness when a woman smaller than me tried my Sass & Bide jeans that I could no longer get past my hips and looked…better than I did.
“Look away,” my friend consoled me, as the girl happily walked away with the jeans for $30.
“At least they went to a good home. It’s like the sisterhood of the travelling pants! Except they, er, just didn’t fit you.”
It’s not just the pain of someone looking better than you in your own clothes: it’s the many memories that come swarming back when you remember what you were doing when you were wearing them. Like perfume, a piece of clothing can instantly trigger a moment in time.
As I pulled together my unworn, crumpled clothes from the back of the cupboard, I was piecing together those significant moments in my life, good and bad.
The jacket I wore on my very first date with my now partner. The dress I wore to my school formal.
The sweatpants I was wearing when I was told my grandfather had died.
The red dress I wore when I spent the night crying in a nightclub toilet after a breakup.
The top I proudly bought with my very first pay cheque.
Although some of these clothes didn’t even fit anymore, I wasn’t sure I could bring myself to put them on the sale rack. I felt like selling and watching someone else walk away with them was like throwing away a link to a memory.
I always had visions of me, old and gray and losing my marbles, suddenly being able to connect the dots through said garments. One of the shoppers at the market approached my stall and held up the lace skirt I was wearing when I had my first kiss.
“This is beautiful,” she said shyly.
“It is,” I smiled, secretly wondering how I could somehow snatch it back from her without causing a fuss.
Although it didn’t fit me anymore, when I looked at that skirt the same butterflies I felt back then entered my tummy again. I could even almost smell the (copious amounts of) Lynx deodorant my date had been wearing and the scent of lavender outside my house.
“I was thinking I could wear this to my engagement party,” the woman said, smiling.
Watching her eyes light up, my urge to snatch the skirt slowly faded.
I knew I was being silly, that I’d always have my memories, no matter what – and rather than sitting in the back of the closet collecting dust, this lace skirt could have a new life, creating new memories for someone else.
Resisting the urge to tearfully whisper: “take care of it – it doesn’t respond well to water above 30 degrees when washing,” I packed the skirt into a bag, pocketed $30 and locked away a memory in my mental filing cabinet, which will hopefully be easily found later when I’m old and gray and losing my marbles.
To view more amazing posts from Laura check out her blog - Love, Life and Lessons
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Day 29 - Thailand - Phuket - Last Day
So sad that it's all over! This was our last day in Thailand and as homesick as we were, we still weren't ready to leave. Phuket was a great place to stay despite it being super touristy. I think if you stay out of the hussle and bustle you'll enjoy it alot more as you get the best of both worlds. Staying at 'The Shore' was one of the highlights of our trip, it was pure luxury and made me feel like a super star! I definitely recommend staying there, it was AMAZING!
Here are a list of things..
I absolutely LOVED and would recommend doing in Phuket-
♥ Staying at The Shore
♥ Eating at Two Chefs
♥ Eating at Horngrill
♥ Going on the Flying Hanuman Adventure
♥ Eating at Cafe Opera
♥ Getting teeth whitening trays made at the dentist
I would avoid if I were you -
✘ Eating at Baan Laimai
✘ Eating at After Beach Bar
So that's it! my honeymoon is over.. I wish it never had to end! Now I'm back home, freezing my ass off and dreading going to work each day (waah!). I'll just have to start planning another adventure overseas :)
xx
PS. Not sure if you guys noticed but I've given my little blog a face-lift! What do you think?
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