watch|things to binge

Currently obsessed with, can't stop thinking about, the following --

The Good Place -- I'm not sure why I held off watching this so long {I do adore Kristen Bell} but it's just so good. So good. Forkin' funny. You can watch Season One and Season Two as it airs on Netflix.

It -- oh my goodness. I never liked the original. Too long and boring. Not scary. But this -- Husband and I watched on my birthday -- was amazing. I always find it fascinating when an actor can transform so wonderfully and that smile. I love it.

Unreal -- I watched season one but never managed to get started on season two until now and I'm hooked. I never watch The Bachelor or Bachelorette but this show makes me happy and feels entirely believable.

I've always been a massive fan of horror but have never taken it seriously which is probably why I find such joy in slasher films such as this. Happy Death Day is one of the best horror films I've seen recently. Funny and fun. Sure, the killer is easily guessed but in a nice, not annoyingly pathetic kind of way. It's rather sweet and touching in places and provides a few good jumps. It's in cinemas now. Go watch it. 


friday five|halloween picks

I've mentioned numerous times before that Halloween isn't really my thing. Heck, it's not even really Australia's thing but, alas, B. loves it so we tend to celebrate in small ways. A local, annual, trick or treat trail. Costumes. A little present here or there. Husband and I usually watch The Strangers after B. is asleep on the 31st {the only movie, along with Annabelle, that genuinely terrifies me so I can only watch them once a year}. It's one of those holidays that I don't love but can't help but celebrate anyway. And this year I've found myself shopping for spooky goodies of my very own. Five picks --

one. this Dangerfield blouse & skirt {which is technically two items, sure, but you can't have one without the other} -- I Scream Blouse & All Hallows Eve Skirt. The blouse is basic black with a front tie & the skirt has so many wonderfully spooky details and -- pockets! Essentials and currently in my wardrobe.
two. this Ghost Ruffle Tank from Peter Alexander. So it's not spooky at all but it has a ruffle. Need it. 
three. Erstwilder Drop Dead Gorgeous Brooch. I've been lusting after this since Erstwilder dropped their Halloween collection and, lets be honest, I'd wear this year round.
four. Atomic Swag Witching You a Happy Halloween Tee. I'm not much of a tee person because -- hello boobs -- but there's just something about novelty varieties like this that make me so happy.
five. this Bewitch Dress from Dangerfield/Revival -- I'm just so chuffed with this and so glad I picked it up. I feel like a person like me needs a dress with their counterparts all over it.    


mental health|conquering fears

To know me well is to know that I am legitimately terrified of most things. Being in a car. Death. Life. You know, the usual, can't leave your house kind of stuff. And while I still have trouble leaving my house most days I've found myself conquering multiple fears lately and I'm really quite proud of myself. 

A fear of heights -- 
I have a terrible fear of heights. This is one of those fears that came along when my anxiety hit its peak when I was pregnant with B. and it's never gone away. I've avoided heights whenever I come across them. I've never been inclined to try and overcome this fear because I was too scared. Overcoming it seemed pointless. But then, one day, I just decided to jump on a Sky Safari at Taronga Zoo with B. {who, at six, is much braver than I am}. 

We did a lap of the zoo and I didn't succumb to an anxiety or panic attack. I was terrified. Completely sure we were about to die. I tried to envision ways I could save B. in that instance so she, at least, could make it through. But I did it and I felt so ridiculously proud of myself after stepping out of the thing when it was over.

Am I still scared of heights? Yes.

Would I do it again? Definitely. 

 A fear of boats/being out on the water -- 
Aside from the fact that I get terribly sea sick I am also petrified of being on a boat and being out on the water. So why the heck did I decide it was fine to go on a dolphin cruise on our holiday? Because B. wanted to. And, that's the thing, if B. wants to do it I'll do it for her ninety percent of the time. 

Sure, I was an absolute mess {well-hidden, as per usual} and had a panic attack and cried silent tears. I was sea sick and felt so certain that we were all going to die. I was terrified every single second we were on that boat. I didn't let on to Husband that I was having a panic attack and crying underneath my glasses because, heaven forbid, I ruin his time or make B. worried. 

It was a wonderful experience, watching B., but it was, quite honestly, one of the most hideous experiences and I feel quite secure with the fact that I never want to do that again. But, despite all the negative, I can happily say that I tried and that counts right?

A fear of speed --
Ok, this feels like a dumb one but here it is -- I am scared of going fast. In a car. Down a slide. Anywhere you can move at speeds greater than you can walk I can't do. Yet, down a toboggan I went, multiple times with B. and by myself, and I loved it so much I miss it. Sure, I still hate being in a car but, somehow, mostly, speed doesn't leave fear in the pit of my stomach anymore. I like it.

Fear of leaving the house --
I think anyone who knew me well last year would attest to the fact that I rarely left my house. I don't detest it as much as I did then but it still terrifies me. And, yet again, for B., I packed up the car and left the house, unattended, for multiple days while we went away. Sure, I couldn't sleep in the days leading up to us leaving. And, yes, I was too scared to sleep our first night away because I kept envisioning coming home to our possessions gone and our space invaded. Our drive home left me in knots. But we went and we had fun and I really was okay.

I don't think I'll ever get over the fear of my safe space being tainted but I've done it once and know, especially for B, I can do it again. 

My mindset on life, on anxiety and fear has always been -- what's the point? Because, even if I do the thing I'm scared of it won't magically cure me. And it hasn't. And I don't think it ever will. I have never been capable of doing something that terrifies me and, when nothing bad eventuates, being fine with it. That's not me. I will always think -- well maybe next time. And, maybe, just maybe, that's going to be my forever, and maybe I'm never going to tackle all of my fears. Maybe they'll still always scare me but, maybe, I'll just do them anyway.


friday five|i love

Random birthday gifts like a giant bag of my favourite red frogs {must be the big ones} that make me feel ridiculously loved.

Dressing to a theme -- a birthday needs a party treats dress {find here}, dinner near the beach clearly needs a fisherman dress, a trip to the zoo needs an animal dress and Harry Potter earrings {just in case I can talk to snakes} and a trip on a boat obviously needs a sailboat dress. I don't know why but being dumb makes me happy. 

Muggle Studies mug and some reading for this {sob} Muggle -- The Tales of Beedle the Bard. I do adore a Harry Potter gift {or fifty} for turning thirty. 

I saw this print at a little market and it instantly reminded me of B. and I so I had to get it. One would think that I'd think to remember the artist to note here but, nope, I'm really clever like that. 


friday five|thirty

It's official I'm thirty. My birthday quietly passed a few days ago which is just how I like it. I've always imagined that thirty would feel like a big deal, mostly because people seem to go on about it all the time and throw big parties as if it's a thing. I'm here to say that's it not, not really. It's just another year and, no, I'm not freaked out about getting older. Life is just the same as it's always been which is wonderful.

I think it's pretty clear that I'm not a big fan of my birthday mostly because I'm terrified that if I celebrate with people I adore I'll get used to it and, then, when they get fed up with me and leave because I'm always depressed/anxious/sad I'll be worse of. I'm such a ball of fun. Anyway, I may not be a big fan of my birthday but I do adore a good late gift to myself. Here's five picks --


did you finish...?

I've come to the conclusion that the phrase "did you finish?" is the worst one any human being can utter. Worse than, if you can believe it, "we need to talk". I just... I can't. Why do people say this? Or, rather, why on earth do I say this?

I'd always envisioned that once you were with your partner for a long period of time there wouldn't be a need for it. After all, I never uttered those annoying three words when I was with anyone else. Granted, I didn't tend to care whether they finished so long as I did. So why, eleven and a bit years in {or is it twelve?} am I still saying it to my Husband?

Lets just leave aside the fact that I care about his satisfaction I just... shouldn't I know him well enough to know when he's done? And even when I am 99.9% sure that he finished I still ask him. Mostly, because I grew up believing that no man would stay with me unless he was sexually satisfied but, also, because that scene in that semi sex-less Josh Hartnett movie scarred me for life. 

So, my Husband, still has to hear those cringe-worthy three words multiple times in a week/month and I feel bad for the guy and, also, for my ears. I detest the phrase as much as people detest moist

I want to stop asking.

I need to stop asking.

But I can't stop asking.

And, also, I'm scared that if I do stop I'll become one of those weirdos who examines semen content and that's just weird. 


guest post|how to deal with your post-baby body

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What most (new) mothers never speak of is the fact that, apart from bringing their angel into this world, not everything is as happy as it seems. While most post-baby talks come down to being overweight, i.e. finding ways to deal with the extras after giving birth, things are more complex than that, and – if you’ve given birth recently, you know this by your own example. If, however, you’re about to give birth and you have no idea what’s in store for you, join the crew of new mums who are reading these lines to help themselves overcome a few postpartum body dilemmas and problems they are facing. 

Your hair will fall off

Most new moms start panicking when they see their hair falling off in strands; be the exception to that. Obviously, losing your hair cannot be a pleasant experience but you should know that the hair you lose after giving birth will grow back within a few months or a year. The hormonal changes in your body are the reason the hair is changing structure but once the hormones are back in balance, you are good to go. Light scalp massages, PH neutral shampoos and non-invasive hair treatments may help. If you are afraid you’ll go bald, you won’t. However, if you feel like you’d feel more comfortable with a shorter do, have your hair cut short and rock a pixie cut for a while.

Your breasts will hurt

Most new moms suffer from sore nipples and painful breastfeeding straight after giving birth. This often happens because the milk glands are swollen after the delivery, causing the breasts to get unusually firm and sensitive to touch. Luckily, you’ll have a nurse and your OBGYN to consult with and avoid being in pain more than you have to. One of the ways to help your breasts hurt less while you breastfeed is relying on a nursing jumper with good support, it will help you stay comfortable as you are moving around with your baby while providing comfort for the breasts.

 You’ll be overweight

As you are aware, we live in the world that doesn’t really tolerate imperfections and that promotes “healthy living” by bombarding us with celebrity-promoted lifestyles, habits and actions that, for the most part, do not have a single connective thread with our lives. One of the celebrity-inspired hypes is the post-delivery recovery; although you may have gasped in awe seeing amazingly toned post-baby bodies of celebs like Gisele Bundchen, Beyonce and others who have gotten in shape after just a few weeks of giving birth, accept the fact that your body may not be as banging after your delivery.  No, there’s nothing wrong with you – you just don’t have tailored menus, personal trainers, chefs and nutrition experts, nannies and other supporting staff helping you get in shape. Accept that your body is going through a change and that your stomach (i.e. baby belly) won’t go away for a few months. In fact, you might still look like you are pregnant even a few months after the delivery. Still, you’ll see the belly gradually go away and your whole body will slim down as you start regaining strength, stability and your hormones return to balance. The best form of a workout after giving birth are light walks or post-delivery pilates and yoga sessions. 

 You’ll have constant mood swings

Nope, the mood swings aren’t reserved for PMS only; once you give birth, you’ll be on a constant rollercoaster of moods you won’t be able to explain. If you notice you are starting to feel different, more sensitive and easily ticked off, know that you are going through a normal stage of post-baby recovery. If, however, you start feeling like you are becoming depressed, unwilling to hold your baby or talk to anyone, please talk to a professional. Postpartum depression is more common than you think, and it’s best dealt with early on.

Dear ladies, we hope we helped. Embrace your post-baby body with grace and rock every single aspect of the recovery process!
This was a guest post from Brigitte Evans. All opinions and ideas expressed here are her own. For more from Brigitte you can find her here.



planner love|twenty-eighteen picks

As soon as October hits my mind instantly goes to planner picks for the upcoming year. I will always be a pen to paper girl. Planners just make me happy. Here are my picks for 2018 --

one. Rifle Paper Co. 2018 Floral Planner -- a horizontal lined planner with the gorgeous designs Rifle Paper Co. are known for.
two. Floral Stitches Erin Condren LifePlanner -- veritcal, horizontal and/or hourly with new and improved paper and even more minimal designs.
three. Kikki-K 2018 Neon Planner -- a simple pink weekly neon planner. 
four. Louis Vuitton 2018 Weekly Agenda -- I have no idea what it even looks like inside but I'm so madly in love with the cover on this that it had to make the cut.
five. Kate Spade Scatter Dot 17 Month Agenda -- a black background with gold dots is just divine. The planner comes with gold stickers and adorable quotes.
six. Ban.Do 2018 Rose Parade 17 Month Agenda -- adorably quirky like all Ban.Do goodies. A horizontal planner with fun stickers and designs.