02 February, 2013

I’m a self-confessed hoarder…

02 February, 2013

I’m a self-confessed hoarder…

If you looked under my bed, you would assume that I could be the next contestant on the TV show 'hoarders'. Before your mind gets too carried away – I am not some freak that collects ex-boyfriends toenail clippings or belly button fluff in a jar... Over the years, I have seemed to have collected piles and piles of magazines. I admittedly am holding on to the illusion that I will revisit images or stories…

12 January, 2013

Oh Deer me….

12 January, 2013

Oh Deer me….

I am always sharing things which I love  or inspire me. However, today I am changing it up. I  want to share an increasing design trend which I can not stand. My interior design diploma has taught me to remain open to appreciate different types of design styles and home furnishings that may not be necessarily aligned with my personal taste.  It is essentially individual aesthetic and taste that prompts the exploration and eventual creation of innovative…

07 January, 2013

What’s your New Years Resolution?

07 January, 2013

What’s your New Years Resolution?

Wishing you all a Happy New Year! Each year, I continue to make New Years Resolutions (yes, resolutionS..I can never pick just one) - inevitably by end of Jan they have been genuinely (or selectively) forgotten. Not quite sure where the 'resolution' tradition originated, but I guess the intentions behind them are always good - with the fear of sounding like Dr Phil, I think they are a nice way to indulge in self-reflection and…

23 December, 2012

Tandoori Turkey & Chai-spiced Fruit Cake…

23 December, 2012

Tandoori Turkey & Chai-spiced Fruit Cake…

Tandoori Turkey…with masala stuffing. Chai-spiced fruit cake…laced with cardamon, cinnamon and pistachio.  A christmas carol singalong....with a flute & tabla as percussion instruments.  A true Sheth Christmas. My grandma was the queen of Christmas – raised by Scottish nannies in India under the British rule, she was a true Anglophile at heart. If it wasn't for her caramel coloured skin, red bindi on her forehead and colourful sari's – you could mistake her for Mrs…

15 December, 2012

Distracted by Design – My 100th Post…

15 December, 2012

Distracted by Design – My 100th Post…

Yeewww…. I have made it to 100 posts! What a year it has been – starting my dream job at Indesign, moving out…then moving back in, completing my Interior Design Cert III, kicking soccer goals, finding some beautiful new friends & continuing to love old ones, a dose of 808 heartbreak. ..oh & a new nickname...they call me - 'Brown Sugar'. I have defs been keepin' it real… One thing that has remained a constant…

26 November, 2012

Hideaway…

26 November, 2012

Hideaway…

At times I believe that my love for interiors started way before I even knew how to tie my shoelaces. As a small girl, my younger sisters & I loved cubby houses. My mum would help us create these diy sancturies out of old sari's and indian blankets -  drapped acoss chairs, couches and tables.....we would crawl belly first and spend hours inside the labyrinth of mattresses, pillows and stuffed toys. We would demand to…

12 November, 2012

Fighting, feasting and foraging…

12 November, 2012

Fighting, feasting and foraging…

As they say, the kitchen is the heart and soul of the home. They extend beyond the functional – they are the power centre. The hub. It is a place where my family goes to feast, fight and forage (for food). NB: without bias my mum is a brilliant cook – it must be the artist in her. Growing up, from sneaky midnight snacks to post-break up emotional binge eating…the kitchen has always been there.…

27 October, 2012

Suffering from…Night Rage.

27 October, 2012

Suffering from…Night Rage.

Night rage is like no other. It is a unique fury that is specifically experienced  in the midnight hours. It occurs when you are jolted from your deep slumber.  Crusty drool marks your chin. Bits of bed hair sticks to your lips – there is nothing sexy about night rage. You stagger around in the darkness, vision impaired by a light red 'angry' mist. Dogs barking, partners snoring, neighbours partying…these are just some of the triggers…

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…

15 October, 2012

What a tease!

15 October, 2012

What a tease!

False summer has punched me in the face, again. Last week, I underwent some serious hair removal, bought a slurpie from the sleven (7 eleven) and packed away my winter warmers. Yes I know, talking about the weather is boring and should be reserved for awkward elevator and photocopy machine conversations. But, in an attempt to maintain my mental and emotional sanity I have to share… False Summer.  What a tease! It gets me every…

07 October, 2012

I can be…..MOODY.

07 October, 2012

I can be…..MOODY.

Like most girls, there is a certain time of the month where I can only be described as 'moody'. During this time, you will usually find me on the couch hugging a tear and share (I never share) pack of Peanut M&M's and watching 'Love Actually' (multiple times, sometimes in carious languages just to change it up). I know this sounds very cliché…but…it's the truth. Moods are quite elusive. They are abstract. Usually described in…

27 September, 2012

I shared my bubble bath…with…a….

27 September, 2012

I shared my bubble bath…with…a….

No matter if I light scented candles, or softly play the Enya CD on repeat  or fill the bath with passionfruit-mango-sorbet bubbles….I just can't relax. To me baths make no sense…how can lying in a tub of dirty warm water be relaxing?   Since I was a small child, I have not been a fan of baths. Deep down on a subconcious level, I probably associate baths with my childhood bathtime routine – sharing a…