26 March, 2017

Goodbye Sunshine. I will miss you.

26 March, 2017

Goodbye Sunshine. I will miss you.

For 10 years. For 10 bright, sunny years.... I have been driving a mustard yellow car (in my opinion mustard yellow beats canary, butter, lemon or any other type of yellow - even Buzzfeed agrees with me, read '33 reasons why mustard yellow is the very best colour'  ) And this week it is all coming to an end. This week, I am saying a final goodbye to my little ray of sunshine. Note: It was not…

25 November, 2016

caught red handed.

25 November, 2016

caught red handed.

  Yellow. Magenta. Brown. No, I am not describing the colours of my mood ring. I am describing the colour of my hands in last 5 days. YELLOW. For the past 8 weeks, every morning, I have been having a mixture of turmeric and almond milk  (apparently makes your complexion glow - great wedding prep ). When I told my mum about my new beverage of choice - she laughed in my face; "hahaha Nix!!!…

14 December, 2013

50 shades of brown.

14 December, 2013

50 shades of brown.

Summer has officially arrived. The sun is out with vengeance. Every year at this time I face a massive dilemma… "to sun, or not so sun..." I lather on the SPF 50+ (which makes me go a weird purple tinge). I wrap my entire body in a towel when I lie on the beach (resembling a human 'beach burrito'). I go through tubes and tubes of 'Fair & Lovely' cream (google it...yes, it is a cream…

15 September, 2013

Breaking News.

15 September, 2013

Breaking News.

It has happened five times in the past 3 weeks. No exaggeration. Two iphone screens. Two mugs. One antique bottle (which I bought from NYC). Glass seems to be breaking all around me. I know I am clumsy. But this feels like a joke. I am starting to wonder whether I am carrying around some bad ju-ju vibes or something. The theme of glass re-emerged on Wednesday night. But this time in a more positive…

08 September, 2013

Pink Finger Buns.

08 September, 2013

Pink Finger Buns.

Everyday. For 6 months. Always at 4pm. In my final year of school…. I bought a pink icing finger bun on the way home (it HAD to be the one with pink icing). It was a stressful year as I was intensely studying for the HSC exams (yes, I was...and still am a total nerd). But...the routine of buying and consuming a pink finger bun on Turramurra Station offered me total emotional comfort. Forget meditation. Forget…

04 August, 2013

YES, I drive….a yellow car.

04 August, 2013

YES, I drive….a yellow car.

OK, I promise this will be my last post on NYC. Plunged into the routine of daily life, my adventure in the big apple is now a distant memory. Thank god, for Jay Z and re-runs of Sex and The City ...they will keep the dream alive! Upon exiting JFK airport the first thing I saw was a yellow taxi. I grinned to myself like an idiot. I love NYC taxi's. For me, they are…

29 May, 2013

Gurrrll, what’s your name?…..Brown Sugar

29 May, 2013

Gurrrll, what’s your name?…..Brown Sugar

A creamy piece of milk chocolate. A steamy cup of coffee. A well-worn pair of leather boots. A raw American black walnut table. And....my skin. All Brown. All Beautiful. (Ofcourse, there are are something which are brown and not so beautiful...but I HATE toilet humour so I am not going to go there....) Coming from an Indian background, I was born with chocolate coloured skin. Born and bought up in Australia, my friends have always…

24 February, 2013

My day as a ‘giant freckle’….

24 February, 2013

My day as a ‘giant freckle’….

Brown underneath. Multi-coloured on top. Yes, on Sunday after the 5km Colour Run, I resembled that of a giant freckle. The Colour Run was a 5km fundraiser run - we wore white t-shirts and walked 5km with coloured powder been thrown at us...hair, eyes, ears, arms...I was a piece of fairy bread (on brown bread). The explosion of colour was amazing. It was quite hilarious to watch grown men rolling around the ground covering themselves…

21 October, 2012

My thumb is…not so green.

21 October, 2012

My thumb is…not so green.

I should know that I was not born with a green thumb. As a five year old girl I spent hours 'weeding' our garden. To my dad's horror, I had not pulled out any 'weeds', but instead I had successfully removed his entire herb garden. Last week, 21 years on I thought I would give it another shot. I purchased a beautiful basil plant form the markets. I named him Bertie. I lovingly watered him…

09 June, 2012

Pixelated.

09 June, 2012

Pixelated.

Combined they are the colourful elements that create a digital image....however, they often get forgotten. Whilst working on photoshop today, I accidentally set the pixels to the wrong setting - it created the image below. Rather than disregarding it, there was something about it that fascinated me...the shift of focus from form and shape to ...colour. I enjoyed the fact that if I showed this to others, only I knew what the image had originally…

04 June, 2012

For the love of…Post-It Notes.

04 June, 2012

For the love of…Post-It Notes.

Post-It notes. They trigger your memory. They are bright and colourful. They are a vehicle to deliver passive-agressive 'anonymous' messages. They are awesome & could possibly be my favourite item of stationary. I love their smell. I love their unique stickiness. I love the way they look when they are clustered together. Whats even better is that their function is not limited to the mere pen. CHeck out some of these inspirational projects below... (Images via…

03 June, 2012

Don’t dress for the weather.

03 June, 2012

Don’t dress for the weather.

I can't help but laugh when I see it...until it happens to me. Yes, it happened to me yesterday. My umbrella turned inside out whilst walking to central station. I could feel eyes burning on me. I don't really know why I find it so embarrassing - or why I find it so amusing when I see it happen to someone else. I think its the combination of the flaying arms as you try to…