six short & sweet reasons that having a little brother is (secretly) the best.

You always had a best friend growing up. You got to play pirates and make mudcakes and stage WWE fights with him, and he was always down to put on a dress and have a fashion parade with you. Your parents will thank you for those awesome twenty-first photos one day! SO much less work… Continue reading six short & sweet reasons that having a little brother is (secretly) the best.

“I don’t want Noah and Allie. I want Marshall and Lily.”

I don’t like The Notebook. It’s not Rachel McAdams, she’s an absolute star (obviously.) It’s not the script; it’s not the setting. It’s not the fact that the closing scene made me cry- ugly, snotty, heaving shoulders cry. It’s because when I trace back the idea that relationships should be all about chaos, about love-hate, about… Continue reading “I don’t want Noah and Allie. I want Marshall and Lily.”

Strawberries in the oven, wine in my hand, emails open and sweet (local!) tunes playing- saturday bliss.

-- Yeah, seriously- I found a recipe for oven-dried strawberries which promises to give me an energy kick and a sweet flavour punch, and which I suspect will go really well with chocolate so here we are. More about the song above. Total disclaimer, Lucas is one of my dearest friends so of course I'm going to… Continue reading Strawberries in the oven, wine in my hand, emails open and sweet (local!) tunes playing- saturday bliss.

“she let me wear my chain and my turtleneck sweater.”

Until a few months ago, high-necked jumpers as a wardrobe staple were reserved for afro’d white guys and your great-aunt Doris. In a blink-and-you’ll-miss it moment, they’ve climbed the must have ladder to perch with ripped denim, strappy heels and fine rose-gold jewellery. I, for one, am totally kicking myself for not cleaning out my… Continue reading “she let me wear my chain and my turtleneck sweater.”