18 January, 2017

breaking the ice.

18 January, 2017

breaking the ice.

Ripping off all my taste buds after sticking my tongue to the freezer door (after I skulled scalding hot milo). Dashing outside to ‘play’ in the hail (this happens, very, very rarely in Sydney). Mum making her signature drink - ‘the titanic’  - you drown one ice cube in sambuca in a shot glass. Flailing around like a baby giraffe on the ice skating rink in central park, NYC (it was not romantic or fun, Hollywood is lying…

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!!!…

25 September, 2016

stop talkin’ trash.

25 September, 2016

stop talkin’ trash.

Sad. Lonely. Neglected. Tossed aside. ....so I rescued it. No, I am not talking about a lost puppy or a feral cat (I am not a 'cat person') or an injured bird (MOST definitely not a bird...see here) I am talking about neglected items. Things that get tossed to the curb. Thrown aside. Given away. Sold. This year I have carried home the following: A retro chair (I carried this onto the bus, places it in…

04 August, 2016

my first time.

04 August, 2016

my first time.

awkward. sweaty. anxious. yes. I am talking about the first time... ...that I wore a sari. I remember it like it was yesterday. It was 2002. It was Diwali. I was listening to Destiny's Child whilst cleaning my room. Mum barged in... 'Beta, let's dress you in a sari tonight - you are old enough...come on I will find you a nice one to wear'. (Note: Prior to this, I had always worn a lengha choli - comprises of…

16 July, 2016

looming on the horizon…3-0…

16 July, 2016

looming on the horizon…3-0…

The big 3-0 is looming on the horizon... Yes. I weaved the word loom intentionally into that sentence. And yes. I weaved the word 'weaved' into the above sentence as well. Anyways, my 30th birthday is looming on the horizon. In less than a week - my twenties will over. finished. complete. goneski. Usually in the week leading up to my birthday I get nostalgic and have started limbering up for my annual 'birthday splits' (see…

25 June, 2016

flipping the bird

25 June, 2016

flipping the bird

Unpredictable. Dirty. Chasing after chicks. No, I am not talking about an intoxicated man walking down Oxford street - I am talking about birds. So gross. So yes, you guessed it. I really dislike birds. I always have. The worst part is they are literally everywhere. In the sky. On the ground. In aisle 4 (Ok...I don't mind the chicken variety). I can't even escape them when watching the AFL - the hawks, the swans, the…

28 April, 2016

paint job.

28 April, 2016

paint job.

4 weekends. 3 nights after work. 30 litres of paint. 20 metres of masking tape. 2 dozen hot cross buns. Numerous arguments. These are the statistics from our paint job. Yes, we painted the interior of our apartment ceiling, walls doors, skirting boards..)….we commenced this 'project' on the Easter Long Weekend. Oh dear gosh…it was a LONNNNGGGG weekend. But, we were armament to do it ourselves with no help. Let me just start by saying – it is NOTHING like what they…

02 April, 2016

shoe crush

02 April, 2016

shoe crush

It is not what you think. I actually crushed my shoes. All 3 boxes FULL of them. I reversed down the drive way. ….and drove over them. It was completely my fault. I am in the process of moving out…so have been storing my goods at ‘Sheth Shack Storage & Co’ (aka my parents house). After removing my entire shoe collection from the boot of my car…I got distracted. (Note: Admittedly, this type of ‘distraction’…

20 February, 2016

my biggest fan.

20 February, 2016

my biggest fan.

driving down the highway, all the windows down. sitting on top of a mountain peak, exposed to nature’s elements. standing at the bow of a ship, looking towards the endless ocean. riding a bike. running to catch the a bus. zooming down a rollercoaster. I love…..wind in my face. It is one of my favourite sensations. (please note: I am talking about wind from the sky….not the bodily types) I have loved it since I…

09 January, 2016

Fresh Start.

09 January, 2016

Fresh Start.

a new slate. a new chapter. a new leaf. yep, its a new year. A typical Cancerian (noted for being the nostalgic and sentimental of the Zodiac), every year (since I was 12 years old), l I have written a reflection of the year gone past (ie. I have categories; funny times, sad times, new crazes, favourite songs, travel, friends, romance etc). Yes. I know. I am strange. This year was no exception. I wrote my categories. Reflecting…

29 December, 2015

tying the knot.

29 December, 2015

tying the knot.

in my hair. on my head. in my headphones. on my shoes. in my balls. knots seem to appear everywhere in my life. ***Note: Apologies, I should have clarified in the first sentence - I was alluding to my balls of WOOL. Whether it be physically tying knots when I am weaving or witnessing my friends metaphorically 'tying the knot'….I just can’t seem to get away from knots. Every morning, I start the day with my luscious…

17 November, 2015

More desert please….

17 November, 2015

More desert please….

This time last week….. I was sitting in a pitch black tent - literally sweating out of places I didn't even know you could sweat from... I was covered in black flies…the little morons even flew through the holes in my flynet, landing on my eyelids, my lips and up my nose… I was feeling slightly ill from consuming way too many snacks - pizza shapes, grainwaves, peanut m&ms…pretty sure I consumed every single primary…