The Day I Wore A Short Skirt to Work
Roughly 3 weeks to a month ago, I confirmed I was coming back to writing for good. At this time, all I knew was how much I wanted to start again. But I’d made a promise without paying thought to how I would keep it. Unsurprisingly, I have not uttered a word since. It’s not laziness that’s been the issue. There simply hasn’t been anything I’ve felt strongly impulsed to talk about— at least, not for more than an hour at once. What’s more, I refuse(d) to return half-heartedly. Fortunately – or unfortunately, as the case appears – life happens…
5 Reasons You Didn’t Achieve Your New Year’s Resolutions
Well, well, well. It would seem we’ve found ourselves in another year. Happy New Year everyone! Here’s hoping your celebrations were anything but dull. If you follow my Instagram, you’ll know I made it back to Auckland for family Christmas. I shoulder-hopped my way into the New Year once again thanks to Rhythm and Vines. And as we speak, I’m crossing clouds back to Wellington for the remainder of the Summer. One could say it’s been busy. What’s important is I’m back and I’m writing. The champagne glasses are finally clean and in turn, I’m dirtying a mug and a…
5 things you should know about
1. Melie’s Kitchen I remember when I was five and ‘cake time’ was a regularity, even an expectation of birthday parties. A fan or not, we all anticipated the moment for what it entailed. This, of course, was a multitude of things. In addition to a birthday wish, granted was permission for guests to a) leave, b) dive into the more appealing sausage rolls and fairy bread, or c) eat a slice so sizeable that on any other occasion, it would call for judgement. At about 11 years old, the cake tradition died out. It was for the best, too. Cakes…
Christmas Top Five
Last Tuesday, my siblings and I sat down with ginger nuts and green teas (in envy of the British Christmas) for the first screening of Elf. If one thing is promised in our household, it’s that many more screenings are to come. Failure to attend movie nights in December is like skipping granola on an all-day breakfast menu: you just don’t do it. 5 minutes late, and you can expect to be criticised by the masses for having poor Christmas spirit. The truth is, nothing starts the silly season on a more joyful note than the escapades of Will Ferrell in…
How to Get a Man
Wearing: Jeanswest jeans, Missguided Bomber Jacket, Converse Seven Letters from Paris by Samantha Vérant is the book that unashamedly brought me into 2015. It is almost exactly as it sounds: soppy, sentimental and annoyingly delightful. It’s description, despite charming, would typically lead it from mine, into the hands of my friend. She’s a girl who dreams of bumping into a guy in Central Park whilst running her own flower shop. It’s a lovely dream, she’s a lovely girl, but both need to be brought down to earth on the odd occasion. This book floats in fantasy skies, the same ones…
What You Missed
We as humans have never been afraid to ask the big questions. We’ve pondered the meaning of life, the purpose of existence, the guy up there and the dreaded place below, for centuries. It’s become tea-and-biscuit conversation for us, a chat over berries and seeds for our ancestors. If anything the 21st century proves the questions we’re asking are only getting more in-depth. “If you didn’t Instagram it, did it even happen?” Not only do we ask the big questions these days, we also answer them – this one being easy: no. The same answer can be used to respond…