69 days to go!
We’re officially going on our first ever cruise. Squee!!
It’ll be our first overseas trip together (recent health risks = no flights), and I’m just so excited to be getting away from it all (quite literally, there’s hardly any interwebs in the middle of the ocean!).
We originally snubbed cruising as a holiday option because of the cost, but we’ve discovered that leaving from a port that isn’t Sydney is MUCH cheaper. Also, given the crap we’ve been through in recent months (read: we had to cancel our “proper” wedding, #stillprettycrankyabouthatthankyouverymuch and I had my mother moved into a nursing home). So, South Pacific honeymoon, here we come!
I can’t stop looking at photos of our destinations, which includes the Isle of Pines:
Can’t wait to get the sand between my toes and sniff some New Caledonian fresh air!
My Place & Yours: favourite shoes
I actually have favourite shoes in varying categories:
- casual summer = Haviana thongs
- work = my brown leather Duo Boots from the UK
- casual winter = hand-me-down boyshoes from Dan
But my overall favourite? Ugg boots!
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Gotta love her style
Having an addiction to energy drinks isn’t exactly socially acceptable. I get told often about the negative effects of drinking V is having on my body. Negative effects, which, much like a smoker, I’m totally aware of.
So I get embarrassed when someone finds out that I drink THAT STUFF. Cause more often than not, I get a firm talking-to at the same time.
Someone who’s not afraid to show her love of energy drinks, though is the gorgeous Suze. Though she drinks Mother instead of V. Check out what she tweeted* this morning:
Alas, the 7-11 $1 sale didn’t include V, so I couldn’t join in with the taurine, guarana and caffeine overload. Sadface.
While I’m totes jealous (check me keeping up with the young’uns), it’s probably better for my insides that I wasn’t able to buy 3 cases of V, no?
* I feel like tweeted should be a proper verb. As in, Tweeted. I think this is a sign of over-Tweeting.
Malt extract!
Remember when I tried to use malted milk to make a choc cheesecake? But it tasted all gross?
I found the stuff I should have used, near the honey and whatnot in the supermarket. Try not to notice the price:
I’m thinking I might call this Friday Flashback
In the last few months I’ve been going through the boxes of photos I have at home. And found some fabulous photos of myself.
Perhaps I’ll regret this, but I’ve been wondering if I have enough to turn it into my own personal meme, a-la Noice-ities:
This is me, circa 1989, crossing the Sydney Harbour Bridge for an anniversary of some kind. I remember thinking I was so cool with that canvas backpack and the hoodie underneath my jumper and THE HAIR. Oh my god, the hair. I appear to be sporting a fetching camel toe, too.
Perhaps I should call it “Friday Fashion Faux Pas by Rah”? I have no doubt I have an infinite supply of pics to fit that category!
Product reviews, brought to you by my kitteh
A few weeks ago, Bear and Elvis were given an expensive sheepskin rug to trial.
Here’s what Bear thinks:
At first, Bear would only fight the rug; then he ignored our attempts to sweeten the deal by putting it next to the heater (and masking it with polar fleece and even his beloved $10 pet rug).
And Elvis? Oh, he won’t even acknowledge the rug. He stays as far away as possible.
So, um, sorry guys, the sheepskin rug is full of fail! Cats really do have a sixth sense when it comes to ignoring all the expensive shit you buy them.
