(and other ponderings)
I bought two things this week to evoke my inner domestic goddess. One of them, I plan to tenderly master - bit by bit, page by page, failure by failure. And hopefully blog my experience along the way. The other one is an iron. (Although it must be noted, I have somehow lived without one since moving out of my parents' nest ...
Independent women, don’t hate me yet. Beyonce is alive and well in my heart & I know I don't NEED no man. But there are times I would like one to open a door for me, hold my hair back after a big saturday night, or help me grab that overpriced, imported cordial ,that I foolishly insist ...
I hate to whinge … But I cried over a red Commodore this week. Now, I’m no rev-head nor car enthusiast; I’m from Adelaide and never been ...
Here's a little secret; my name's not Rosie. (In fact, I have a theory all Rosie's were born by another name unless they were born dogs. Seriously, ...
I haven’t been looking forward to the epic 4-day Easter holiday this year because, well, I don’t have one. And everyone else does. All my family's interstate, ...