Sunday, 3 May 2015

let's jump

I'm not sure of the exact date and time; but somewhere between believing in the tooth fairy and falling head over heels in love with Zac from Hanson, I became very serious about life. I quietly packed my imagination into a box and stored in securely on a shelf in my mind. The days of make believe quickly became a thing of the past. I decided being cool or 'grown up' was more important than having fun. And I began to do (or not do) things based on what everyone else thought of me. (Let's blame my mad crush on Zac Hanson on this very theory). 


 I   S T O P P E D   B O U N C I N G   O N   T R A M P O L I N E S


And doing cartwheels.

And running through sprinklers.

And rolling down grassy hills.

I lost my sense of child-like wonder.

At some stage - Everyone does.

I don't believe this is just a by-product of growing up. 

George Bernard Shaw said it best - 

We don't stop playing because we grow old;
We grow old because we stop playing.
-- George Bernard Shaw

How disappointing that in our society to be playful is considered 'childish';
and how heartbreaking that for an adult to exhibit playful behaviour results in judgement from others.

Rather than search outdoor furniture and courtyard inspiration since moving into my new place; 
I've been trawling gumtree for a trampoline.

I have decided to play again. 
To defy others' judgement; 
And find my inner-child full of energy and excitement.

Also - who doesn't love lying on a trampoline on a clear night and looking up at the stars?!

It's about mindfulness. 
Living in the moment. 
Unleashing fun. 
Let's bring back our childlike wonder.
You should be allowed to jump if you want to.




xx

Wednesday, 29 April 2015

one by one



"The lotus is the most beautiful flower,
whose petals open one by one. But it
will only grow in the mud. In order to
grow and gain wisdom, first you must
have the mud - the obstacles of life and
its suffering. The mud speaks of the
common ground that humans share, no
matter what our stations in life.
Whether we have it all or we have
nothing, we are all faced with the same
obstacles: sadness, loss, illness, dying
and death. If we are to strive as human
beings to gain more wisdom, more
kindness and more compassion, we must
have the intention to grow as a lotus
and open each petal one by one."
                                                               
                                                                 -- Goldie Hawn


Monday, 27 April 2015

i've been baking; i've been baking

I was in my new place for over 2 months before I even tried to turn my oven on.

It didn't work...

Thankfully, I was only trying to bake a potato for my dinner, so I thought the fact that this highlighted my lack of cooking/baking was hilarious.

Everyone else in my life was in shock - 
"But you're a baker! How did you not know?!"
"I thought that the oven would have been the first thing you checked when you moved in?!"
"What have you been eating?!"

First of all - 
Somewhere in the last 6-10 months, I lost my baking mojo.

Second - 
My diet is a healthy combination of Ben & Jerry's; and leftovers from dinner at my dad's house. Thanks for asking.

In any case - 
The oven now works. 
And in the past month I have even made a couple of cakes.

Carrot Cake



C A R R O T   C A K E

1¼ cups (220g) brown sugar
¾ cup (185ml) vegetable oil
3 eggs
1½ cups (225g) plain plain flour
1½ teaspoons baking powder
1 teaspoon bicarb soda
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
½ teaspoon ground ginger
2½ cups grated carrot (about 5 carrots)
½ cup (60g) chopped walnuts

Preheat oven to 180°C.
Place the sugar and oil in the bowl of an electric mixer and beat for 2–3 minutes.
Add the eggs gradually and beat well.
Sift the flour, baking powder, bicarbonate of soda, cinnamon and ginger over the sugar mixture.
Add the carrot and walnuts; and mix until just combined.

Pour into a greased cake tin lined with non-stick baking paper and bake for 55–60 minutes or until cooked when tested with a skewer. Cool in tin.
Frost.


xx

Wednesday, 22 April 2015

i support the #selfie

Selfie  [sel-fee]
noun
a photograph that one takes of oneself with a digital camera or a front-facing smartphone, tablet, or webcam, especially for posting on a social-networking or photo-sharing website.

The selfie...
Love 'em; Hate 'em.
Everyone has an opinion.

For the record -

I   S U P P O R T   T H E   # S E L F I E



Sure, it's easy to look down your nose and claim narcissism at those who hold their camera phone aloft and strike a pose..
And of course I think there's a distinct difference between an innocent selfie and a blatant effort at amateur p0rn..

But the selfie appeals to my Type-A personality -
It gives me the ability to appear in photos, on my own terms.

And with the ability to control the angle/my appearance/the filter (!) comes a confidence I had never experienced before.


I T ' S   E M P O W E R I N G


Because (believe it or not) I was once the girl who flat out refused to be in a photo.
In fact, until the rise of the selfie, finding a photo of me other than those mandatory school photos or mother-enforced family snaps is near impossible.

There's a solid chunk of my life when I hid behind the camera.

"Selfies aren’t as simple as self-absorbed snapshots. In documenting ourselves, we’re documenting the ways our most important relationships have shaped us. By documenting ourselves, we’re valuing the intrinsic good that we bring to the lives of others... We’re humans that are loved and love. That make funny jokes, and have good hair sometimes, and make awesome lipstick choices."
-- Meg Keene

‪#‎wellsaid ‪#‎isupporttheselfie ‪#‎proselfie ‪#‎becausegoodlipstickshouldbecelebrated


Scroll through the camera roll on my phone and you'll discover it is full of selfies.
Some document a cute outfit, or capture a good hair day;
There are a good portion in which Miss Emmy plays the selfie game too...
Others are snapped in a moment to later remind me of an event or experience.

My photos document the life I’m living, right in this moment.

To me, that's not narcissism or vanity;
It's the preservation of memories. It's human nature.

And that's why I support the #selfie



xx




Sidenote: If you're looking for an entertaining tv show to binge on this winter -
Check out Selfie.







Tuesday, 14 April 2015

dating dealbreakers [brought to you by that time i played on Tinder]

First of all ...
Don't roll your eyes / judge / pretend like you haven't played on Tinder yourself. 
Everyone's doing it.

Second of all ...
It lasted a week.
A week of swiping, and chatting, and swiping, and judging.

And then I realised -
I DON'T NEED TINDER TO ATTRACT WEIRDOS INTO MY LIFE.
I got it covered!!

But as if the tales of Tinder aren't entertaining enough on their own, 
I decided to bring some expertise to today's blog post;
So I have enlisted the help of none-other than my gal

B R I T N E Y   S P E A R S

*insert applause*




This post is not Tinder specific by any means..

It could apply to any online dating site (although I have no experience with those);
Or it might simply apply to a guys social media accounts or general day-to-day behaviour..


Let's start with :


T H E   L A M E   S E L F I E S


Gym selfies.


Shirtless selfies.


Shirtless gym selfies...


Urgh.


What these photos tell me :

This guy will never love anyone else as much as he loves himself.






U S I N G   P R O P S

Whether it's a puppy, an infant, a snake, or a tiger they have managed to coax into the photo;
My reaction is the same -


Is that really necessary?!


[Bonus points to the guy with the teacup pig though.. Did you know you can't get those in Australia?!]



T H E   S O F T    O P E N I N G   L I N E

'Hey'...

I literally have nothing to say to this.





P O S I N G   A S   A

" H U N T E R   /   G A T H E R E R "

Because how will I know that a guy is a manly man, able to provide for me, if he doesn't show evidence of that one time he caught a fish.


And then took off his shirt so he could take a photo with it.





T H E   O N E   L I N E R S


I'l leave this to your imagination, because this is not the place to repeat vulgar messages..


Obviously in an environment where I have the attention span of a 3-year old in a toy store, a guy needs to catch my attention.


Some guys are flirty, some are bold, and some are outright disgusting.


Very rarely did I pause and laugh at a creepy one-liner.


Except the guy who claimed to be "Harder than Chinese Maths"...


[I swiped left]






B E I N G   T H E   D U F F


There's a new term for this specific person in a friendship group.


The D.U.F.F. = Designated Ugly Fat Friend


And 99.9% of the time, the Tinder profile belongs to the ugly guy in the group photo.


This is not me being mean; this is science.


[It did make me wonder about the etiquette of swiping right to ask about the guy on the left in the second photo though...]





S H O W I N G  I   A M   N O T   R E Q U I R E D


This is kind of hard to explain..

Obviously I don't want to meet some guy who sits at home alone with his 5 cats every weekend..

 But if all photos include group shots of a guy with several hot female friends, I can't help but wonder why he isn't dating one of them.

Or assuming that he did at some point...
Or wants to...


Extra special mention to the guys who include a wedding pic as their photo;

in which it is evident that they were the groom.
You know what - Who am I to judge a person for being married before?!
But seriously? Using it as the profile pic?!
... Is this person still married? Does their wife know about their Secret Swiping?!


Need I say anything about the guy who chose to post a duck-face selfie...

with his mother vacuuming in the background?!




F A I L I N G   A T   E N G L I S H


I am very particular about spelling and grammar.


But even if I wasn't.. A grown man should know the difference between his

Your and You're; and
There; They're; Their.

These are the basics.





If nothing else - My week on Tinder provided some fantastic office gossip;

And made for great Show n Tell with my friends.

[Hot Tip : This isn't Snapchat - The screenshot is totally permitted]


And now we can all thank Britney for reminding us to keep our standards high.


The girl was once married for less time than I took to realise this app is not for me, and I would rather meet someone the old fashioned way -

Drunk and at the pub.




xx


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