Switching off for the girl who never can
In 2018, I made the realisation that self-care or slowing down in the form of watching TV or lying on the couch simply doesn't work for me. Before the beginning of 2019, I endeavoured to find out if visiting a local retreat would do what the couch didn't. Would Willow Urban Retreat truly manage switch to off the girl who never can?
FORGET WHAT YOU KNOW ABOUT HOTELS: THIS IS THE COLLECTIONIST.
As of Thursday last week, Sydney welcomed its first custom design hotel. For the duration of MBFW, I have been fortunate enough to trial it. Spoiler alert: it's like no hotel experience I've had before.
#MBFW: THE SECRETS OF PREPARATION.
Every year, no matter the extent of prep that goes into Fashion Week, things always manage to go slightly (or wildly) different than planned. To Mercedes Benz Fashion Week Australia, I'm trying to take a smarter approach. This is the truthful behind-the-scenes of a blogger prior to Fashion Week.
IT’S NOT JANUARY 1ST.. AND THINGS ARE CHANGING.
I’ve found a note on my phone of which I recall writing on one of the first days of January, 2017. I say ‘one of’ as it was likely not the very first: I’m notorious for both forgetting and avoiding these type things (growth and the universal expectation that we set yearly deadlines on it). I struggle to discern a cheese scone from a cheese-and-bacon pinwheel at the best of times (and such has pertinence being vegetarian). Trying to discern my larger goals from the cloudy sky in which they reside presents itself as an almost equally stressful task.…
Unhappiness: Is it Sam Smith’s fault?
The other day I was listening to Sam Smith’s, “Too Good at Good Byes”, and weird as it sounds, placing myself in his heartbreak. Ironically, all my relationships have ended somewhat amicably, and even more importantly, I’m in a happy one at the present. It made me wonder: why did it feel so good to pretend I knew Smith’s pain? Was it the gospel choir that chimes in mid-way? Or something much deeper than this? I know what you’re thinking: what’s deeper than a gospel choir, right? Well, it turns out there is one such thing. Another…
NZFW // Parties, Problems & Pick-Me-Ups.
So guys, I wrote a whole post. Actually multiple. And then, get this, Day 3 of NZFW, the day when all would be released of my own tired hands, my laptop decided to freeze mid-login. I could not so much as view my desktop, let alone, access anything residing in pertinence on the goddamn hard drive. To claim this event was situational disfortune would be lying (at least somewhat) on my own part. My laptop has been crapping out for months. In fact, it took so long to construct these once-standing posts, given it could only hold about…
#FIJIME: WHAT TO DO
I’m not sure that I know how to vacate. I am so well acquainted with this competition: it’s called how many things can I possibly do in 12 hours. And the prize is satisfaction. For me, the concept of relaxing – of (god forbid) giving up the pursuit – is a foreign one. It can even be, to an extent, unappealing. Weeks before my holiday, I conversed with Steve from Web Media Fiji. “Before we organise anything, how’s your plan looking so far?”, he asked. I responded that there was no plan. By all means, I said, I’d…
#FijiMe: Where to Stay
If I told you to picture a vacation in Fiji, I’m quite sure I could draw the picture. I’d start with a high-end resort. Crystal blue water. A buffet breakfast. And in all its glory, the picture would be complete. Don’t get me wrong: such minimalism is not a bad thing. It is, in fact, why we book ourselves a holiday. For once, nothingness (coated in luxurious tanning oil) is exactly what we desire. We return home relaxed and rejuvenated. There’s little more we could demand of a vacation, right? Wrong. Well, not entirely. There is no doubt that…
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…