I’m a night owl. An ideal working day for me would be from 11am-6pm. When I was living at home I was sent to bed at exactly 7pm. I’d then hang out in my room until 10-11 o’clock in the dark with a torch writing in my diary. I guess that part hasn’t changed, I still do most of my writing late at night whilst everyone sleeps.
I like to wear thongs, I would choose them over any shoe in the entire world but they have to be thin strap Havaianas. Judge me if you will but I don’t care. I’d rather be comfortable and engaged with life rather than distracted by crippled feet. Yes, I’m an awkward Aussie breed of fashion blogger aren’t I?
I’m a spender not a saver. Saving for NYC for the last few months has been tough but I know it will be worth it. I’ve also be concentrating on wiping our debt, so far so good. Don’t fret, I have more money than this stashed away.
I’m not a TV person, watching episode by episode week after week drives me insane. I prefer to download or buy the entire season (or better yet the series) and then stay up all night and watch them back to back until my eyes feel like they’re about to fall out. I’ve had this set for years and I watch it over and over again.
Some people shout, hurt themselves, hurt others, eat food, do drugs or drink too much to deal with frustration, anger, disappointment and rejection… I cry. I cry until I can’t breathe, until my eyes are so puffy I can barely see, until the snot runs down my face and I make Kim Kardashian’s ugly crying face look like the Mona Lisa.
Every single morning without fail, I’m surprised that Aidan is there smiling back at me. That he exists. That he is a reflection of my husband. That he is smart, handsome, kind and generous. That he is my son.
I like to run long hot bubble baths and then call my friends on the phone to chat until the water goes cold. The kind of friends you can call when you’re naked and you know they couldn’t give a hoot. I could talk on the phone for three hours (in the bath or not) and not want to hang up. I miss them.
I’ve never really had any desire to travel. I never wanted to go to Paris or even NYC but looking back I think it was because I believed that it could never happen. Proof that sometimes your own mind can be your worse enemy. Changing my mindset was hard work and a slow process but the rewards are more than I could have ever allowed myself to dream of.
If I could permanently outsource only one chore it would be laundry. To be able to drop my dirty clothes in a basket only to have them magically appear in my closet neat, folded and hung the next day would be simply magical.
I never sleep with make up on, not ever. Even when I used to get monumentally trashed on tequila I’d still manage to wipe off all my make up before I fell asleep. I used to only use Aldi remover wipes but I was sent some Neutrogena ones and now I’m hooked. I honestly hate when that happens.
So there you go, now that was random!