Ring a Ring o' Rosies

I’m always happy to share my strange and wonderful love and appreciation for the small things in life. Some people like rain. Some individuals might love bright colours. Some people may get excited at the thought of their favourite flavour of ice-cream. Some live for a familiar song.


Me. What floats my boat? Nothing makes me more content than a decent pair of pockets.


Yes. Pockets.


Pockets are like extra mini handbags attached to your outfit. You can never lose it or leave it behind and it will always match what you’re wearing! Bonus.


It’s just that extra little bit of space that you need for lipbalm, a chewy, and most of the times, a ball of useless lint to fiddle with in a mind numbing meeting.


I truly feel sorry for all the beautiful skirts, jackets and pants out there that have no pockets. I never seem to quite get over the disappointment of picking up a beautiful piece of clothing, only to realize that it has no pockets.


The only thing greater than that disappointment is the sheer exhilarating joy I feel when I find an already lovely piece of clothing only to discover that it has pockets! I’m not proud of it, but I have even found myself buying clothes ONLY for the pockets. My beloved floral apron for instance, not the prettiest apron I ever came across, but it has the most perfectly sized and shaped pocket ever. I can comfortably fit a whisk, my phone, a small recipe book and maybe even an iPod in there. What more can a girl ask for?


If pockets float my boat, then surely this must be the iceberg to my Titanic: Fake pockets. Hmm. You heard me. Fake Pockets.


I have been a victim to his monstrosity one too many times. To buy a pair of pants, already imagining the lovely, yet equally useless things that I am going to fill my pockets with only to realize when I get home that the “pockets”, are nothing more than deceitful surface stitching.


Why even go through the trouble of making it look like pockets? Shameful.


Some people argue that pockets are not flattering on women’s attire. Apparently it makes us look fat. What do I have to say to this? Practicality people! Purpose always trumps curves. Fact. I would rather look fat and have somewhere to put my parking ticket, than look fabulous with my fake pockets.


Sometimes pockets can even be like little mini-time capsules. You might pick a jacket out the baaaaack of your closet only to discover a long forgotten range of interesting yet quizzically alarming items stashed in the pockets. Sometimes you’re dead unlucky and you might find an old tissue, other times the best you can hope for is a twenty. Either way, you never know what you might rediscover in your little mini-handbag.


The best things in life might be free, but I also truly believe that the best things in life are the things we fail to appreciate every single day. Like pockets.

Rejected Submission: For your reading pleasure

This is a submission a wrote quite some time back, I never managed to get it published, but thank goodness I have a blog where I can publish anything I like. Enjoy!

Buying groceries is not exactly rocket science now is it? At least, that’s what I used to think, before I emigrated to Australia. Upon my arrival, I had an endless list of things to sort out, a bank account, medical aid, transportation and accommodation. With all of that settled, I had to eat eventually. I had been putting off the dreadful visit to the supermarket subconsciously. I tend to avoid the unfamiliar, and the supermarket to me was as unfamiliar as it could possibly get at that point in the resettlement race.



On any usual shopping trip back home, I used to enter into an almost semi-automatic hypnotic state. The shopper inside of me knew the layout of a typical supermarket all too well; milk and bread in the back, magazines in the front, and the most important thing on your shopping list, is somehow nowhere to be found. My hands would almost automatically reach for my everyday, regularly consumed items. No need to think about the size, the brand, the price or the flavour, it was all too easy.


But even the most simplest of grocery lists can prove to be a monumental test of patience and skill when conducted in a foreign country. Sure the layout is still the same, but that’s just about where the similarities end.


Let’s start from the beginning, the entrance in this case. I realized soon enough that some supermarkets in Australia have a motion sensor operated sliding gate at the entrance. At first, this blew me away, I thought I was part of some sort of “hidden camera show” and started looking around me very suspiciously in anticipation for the host to jump out behind a trolley somewhere. Now I have become so accustomed to just standing in front of the little metal bar for a few seconds for the gates of consumer heaven to open up for me, that I have often found myself becoming just a little too comfortable. Nowadays I have found myself standing in front of the gate just long enough to irritate the shoppers behind me to realize, that this is one of the stores that actually has a manual gate. Oops.


The difficulty and unfamiliarity of the task at hand does not ease up upon entrance. In fact, this is where it really gets hard. I often find myself strolling through the fruit and veg section thinking that variety might not be the spice of life, but in actual fact, a foreign shopper’s biggest nightmare. I am slightly intrigued by all the exotic fruits, veggies, meats and cheeses on the shelves, but at the same time, their presence confuses me, I long for the simple days when my trolley almost filled itself. And how great it would be if it even paid for itself!


Shopping in this fashion does of course have some obvious advantages. I can try out any new chocolate or ice-cream and simply convince myself that the only reason that I am buying it is to experience all that Australia has to offer. My selection of yet to be tried lollies is running out at an alarming pace.


I guess I thought that the one part of the shopping experience that I did not have to fret about was actually paying and getting out of there, how naïve of me. I remember the first time I went shopping at a store with an automated payment system. My, oh my, of all the weird and wonderful things that I have experienced since my arrival here in Aus, this was probably one of the most awe inspiring. I just could not wrap my head around the idea that people could simply pay for their own groceries and leave. For someone like me, coming from a country with an extremely high crime rate, this concept was simply absurd. How could the store possibly trust patrons to pay for their own groceries and simply let them walk out the door? I decided to give it a go anyways. I immediately felt like I had time travelled by an unthinkable amount of years into the future. Here I was, paying for my own groceries, without the assistance of a check-out person, just me and the machine. Or at least for every second item in my basket, I seem to trigger some sort of reaction out of the poor thing; I end up having to call for assistance way too often when I opt for this method of payment. Maybe I should just stick the old fashioned way. Then again, that didn’t work out too well for me either initially. The very first time a check-out lady asked me if I wanted “cash out” I thought she was crazy.


I said: “yes, I want to pay with cash”.


She said: “yeah, but do you want cash out?”


I said “huh?”


This carried on for quite some time, until she managed to eventually explain to me, that the pay point doubles as an ATM. How convenient, and confusing at that time.


For now though, I am thinking of my grocery shopping as an adventure, an exploration of sorts. Who knows what I might find in the diary section next, what unfamiliar sweet delight will catch my eye at the counter?


So next time you go shopping and you effortlessly just reach for your favourite brand of lavender printed 2 ply toilet paper, take a brief moment and appreciate the fact that years and years of shopping and brand exposure enabled you in that moment to simply pick and pay. Think of us less fortunate confused shoppers. And if you happen to see me wandering around the isles of your local super market, with my empty basket and a bewildered look on my face, do me a favour, and simply say “Try the chicken flavour, it’s quite nice”.

10 reasons why I hate Cruise Ships

In no particular order

Number One: Sea Sickness. It’s real. It sucks. It can be avoided. Why would I willingly go on a floating piece of metal that is guaranteed to induce vomiting if I can safely stick to the mainland, vomit free.

Number Two: Cruise ships are slow. Too slow. Life is short and flying is quicker.

Number Three: Cruise Ships dump massive amounts of poop in the ocean. Not cool.

Number Four: Cruise Ships are more likely to fall victim to piracy than say for instance my beat up Mitsubish Magna. And FYI I don’t mean the rum induced jovial type Johnny Depp pirates, I mean the modern day terrorist type.

Number Five: Emergency Evacuation Drills. You are NOT on vacation if you are in any way forced to do drills of any kind.

Number Six: One for all and all for one. If one person on the ship catches some tropical stomach virus, everyone on the ship cops it. Delightful.

Number Seven: Eating THAT much buffet food can not be justified. Ever.

Number Eight: Older cruise ships have a massive carbon footprint. How massive? Google it.

Number Nine: World wide there are a total of approx 49 000 airports versus a total of approx 8297 harbours. Why limit yourself?

Number Ten: Titanic. Need I say more?

My school teachers would not approve..

I love opshopping. And I love boos. And the only thing that I love more than opshopping and books, is opshopping for books!

I love opening up a bended, beat up book to see if anyone wrote a special note inside. Sometimes the notes are more special than others. One time I found a tiny little note inside one of my second hand books. It was really bad handwriting and it baffled me for days. I finally took my book into work one day and asked the girls who worked with me to help solve the mystery. Turns out it said: Sorry I could not come to the concert, I had diarrhea.

It was really bad handwriting and really bad spelilng. Needless to say, I didn't hold on to that one.

However the other day, whilst shopping for new goodies for my new house, I picked up a dictionary for some reason. It has the sweetest inscription, and I thought I would share it:

People write funny, inspiring, romantic and impressive inscriptions to loved ones, and yet somehow, they end up on someone else's bookshelf.

The Book Inscritpion Project is a dedicates space where people can submit their strange and wonderful inscritptions.

Here is just one of my favourite ones:

This one is a note found inside a book, it says: Note to self, eat more fiber, drink lots of water.

Back to basics. I like it.

This is the inscription that started the Book Inscription Project. It reads:

Joey, I love you Soo much, You have surpassed the definition for all. I will always cherish our orgasmic moments. Love +  Resistance, Mark

So if you inscribe, think carefully, you never know where it might end up. And remember, eat more fiber, drink lots of water.

Just to say Thank You

Moving into my beautiful new little home has been such a blessing. It has been a long time coming and it still doesn't feel real. I was so overwhelmed by the amount of support and generosity from all my friends and family during this whole proces.s

I really wanted to say a heartfelt thank you to my girlfriends who helped me with the big move, so I made them some home-made choc-chip muffin mix. I saw this once at a Christmas Fleamarket and I have wanted to make it for someone ever since, so this was the perfect opportunity. It was heaps of fun to make, and I got to use my heart-shaped measuring spoons for the first time! I know they will make each muffin taste extra yummy!

Isn't it lovely?

It's super easy to make.

You will need:

- Some glass jars - got mine from an opshop

- An extra delicious muffin recipe of your choice

- Some ribbons and a card of your choice. I got my Night Owl Paper Goods cards from PigeonHole.

Measure all the dry ingredients out into seperate bowls, then layer them however you like according to colour. A bran muffin recipe with heaps of sultanas and bran will make the prettiest layers!

Now write the missing wet ingredients on the card and attach it to the jar with a pretty ribbon.

I hope my friends love their muffins as much as I love my new home.

Thanks again for helping me out girls!

Playing House

Wow. I feel like I haven't posted anything in ages. It will take me a while to get back into the swing of things.

Last year I made myself a little list. I always fail dismally at keeping new year's resolutions, so this list is not to be confused with resolutions.

My little list is simply 12 things that I would love to achieve in the next twelve months. Ergo, I have to achieve atleast one goal every single month. Some are tiny, other are gigantic, but more about them later.

I am pleased to say that I have officially achieved my first goal.

Finding a House.

I have been sharing with other people since I can remember, and this is the first time that I will actually have my own akwardly long name on the lease! Snaps for me!

Ever since I signed the lease, I've gone into a mad, frantic, uncontrollable shopping mode.

I am buying egglifters, pots, brooms, bookshelfs and wineglasses left, right and centre!

This blogpost however is not about my house, my efflifter, my landlord or my gorgeous new bed.

This post is a tribute to these gorgeous measuring cups..that sadly, I will  never own... 

I found them online at Anthropologie. Unfortunately, I am in Aus, and this gorgeous online shop is based out of the US. I wanted these measuring cups sooooo bad, unfortunately , the shipping costs is more than the actual cups. Sad face.

I really thought that these measuring cups would make all the cakes that I plan to bake in my new kitchen tase extra delicious. Ah well. I have to move on. It wasn't meant to be...



Sole-mates

I have a confession to make. I like taking pictures of my feet. Alot. Not in a weird fettish kind of way, just in a sweet, look-where-my-feet-have-been kinda way. It's kind of hard to explain. I think everyone has a strange habit, and this his mine. A friend of mine, whom I shall not name here, used to like eating cement...

I think we should all embrace our freakiness and flaunt our funky habits to the world. So here, for your viewing pleasure, is a collection of my favourite footy snaps. Enjoy

Beach feet, soon after my arrival in Australia this year

Green Feet, Shovelling 4tons of peas on a friend's farm in Delmas, South Africa

Sailors Feet, Relaxing with some blue feet after sailing the Swan River, Perth

Scuba feet, Great Barrier Reef, Queensland, Australia

Jazz feet, at a friend's birthday this year, Ellington Jazz Club, Perth

I hope to collect many more of these footsie pictures in the future. What is your freaky habit?

xox

My day in Pictures

Today I started off with a bit of early morning early bird Christmas shopping at the Freo markets and then headed off to a day spa for some much needed mid morning relaxation. Next stop was the Beaufort Street Festival. Needless to say I headed straight for the Huge Vintage Sale.

Oh. My. Gosh.

I picked up three lovely dresses, two for m sister and one for me ofcourse. Can't wait to wear it!

My absolute favorite treat for the day was the Laundromat. The creative folks from Flexhaus transformed an ordinary old laundromat into the Kingdom of Lost Socks. Their whimsical story tells the tale of how lost socks and washing machines come alive and party the night away... It does make me feel a bit better to think that all my lost socks are out there somewhere making friends with other lost socks and  partying up a storm every night instead of actually just being lost... under my bed... or in a corner of my room somewhere.

The laundromat was alive, not lifeless and glum,

The machines know how to work,

But also have FUN!

I hope you had a fun weekend too.

xox

 

On the Line

I am househunting. And by househunting I mean searching on all my favourite blogs and sites for all the lovely things that I am going to buy for my new adorable litlle house instead of searching for the actual house. 

So I might end up with all sorts of lovely bits and pieces and nowhere to put it, but who cares, I am loving it!

Today, I found these cute dolly pegs via Not on the High Street. 

The strawberry ones are my favourite, how about you?

xox

A spring crush

One of my absolute favourite blogs ever ever is A Beautiful Mess. The author of this gorgeous space is Elsie, and she is getting married soon ! Yippeee and Congrats! Today she launched her very own wedding blog, Le Wedding Party, and that deserves a crush for sure.