Inanimate object of desire

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Here is a picture of our new vintage sideboard, purchased just yesterday from the fabulous Woolloongabba Antique Centre.

I keep staring at it, admiring its beauty and fighting the urge to open the drawers just to take in its unique smell – teak mixed with furniture wax with a hint of history.

I don’t think I’ve ever loved an inanimate object this much. I keep sneaking glances at it now, just to try and describe it but I’m lost for words. Continue reading


My best buys online

Oh, online shopping how I love thee!

Got home from work this eve and was greeted by a lovely little express post bag on the dining table. A quick squeeze revealed that it was my black, cocktail style maxi dress for the Australian Bloggers Conference that I ordered from Birdsnest on Thursday. But it could just have easily been my business cards for said conference I ordered from Zazzle, or my hair products that I ordered from StrawberryNet.

Yep, I’m pretty much an online shopping addict!

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Ikea catalogue love

This week I’ve spent most of my time in unproductive mode. I am sick – again – the two rounds of antibiotics have seemingly had no affect on health or energy levels and at the start of the week the good ol’ mucous factory started up again.

This time, there must have been a new employee charged with the task of running a feather duster over my throat with the express purpose of making me cough repeatedly. That, coupled with the last remnants of J’s conjunctivitus and the last week of bad news, I just wanted to lie low – horizontally if possibly – until things started looking up again. Or until I was forced out of the house in search of comfort food or toilet paper.

Then, yesterday it appeared. Like sunshine on a rainy day. The Ikea Catalogue stuffed into my letterbox. The fact that there were cheques of a hefty nature from the lovely folks at the Australian Taxation Office also stuffed in there was suddenly secondary. I had a one track mind – Ikea Catalogue! Continue reading

"Hello, mummmmy!"

Before you imagine the above heading said in a child’s voice, cast your mind back to Bridget Jones’ Diary and in particular that infamous scene where Bridget and that cad Daniel Cleaver (Hugh Grant) are getting busy.

Daniel Cleaver: Now these are very silly little boots, Jones. And this is a very silly little dress. And, um, these are fuck me, absolutely enormous panties.

Bridget Jones: Jesus. Fuck.

Daniel Cleaver: No, no. Don’t apologize. I like them. Hello, Mummy.

Stomach holding in pants, granny knickers, or as they are now euphemistically referred to, “shapewear” have seriously made a come back and let’s face it, post-baby they become a very unattractive, yet attractive proposition.  The marketers and retailers know this, and have now made the move to incorporate shape-wearing properties into normal, everyday garments. Enter the ‘shape your body’ (SYB)  jean.

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