I’m writing this post from the depths of Cambodia, and I know I’m supposed to be enjoying my vaycay but I just had to share with you all the big news I’ve been keeping secret for the last month! I’m not the best secret keeper when it comes to exciting new things, but I’ve been super sneaky with this one. Advertisements
Stepping onto the marina I was a little nervous because I was all by myself. My hands were shaking, I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I was excited because this evening was all about celebration. Where was I and what was I celebrating? Let us back track a little bit…
If you didn’t know I’m off to Melbourne on Friday. I’ll be putting on my big girl pants and heading interstate (all alone) for the Kidspot Voices of 2014 final hurrah and I can’t wait! I’m not much of a traveller (sadly) so I get a little nervous whenever I do travel, but I think it’s because I’m the type of person who is certain she’ll forget something. This is why I’ve already started packing for my mini weekend away.
If I had any idea how this year would pan out when I started my little spot on the internet I probably would have had a heart attack. Or at least a panic attack. Because the day I decided to really put some time and effort into my blog I didn’t realise that my little place of ranting and reviews would become so much more.
If you follow the blog you’ll know I’ve been on a mission to grow my hair out for summer. I’ve never been a huge hair extensions fan, so all I could really do was let it grow. Yes, that “lovely” song from Frozen came into my head too. Sorry. I’ve tried lengthening and strengthening shampoo and conditioner which is definitely working, but there was one thing I forgot about when I decided to grow out my mop.
E sent me an email last week filled with smiley faces and exclamation marks. Why was she so happy? Because she’d decided she was spending the weekend “spring cleaning”, because, you know, that’s what you do at the beginning of Spring. My reply was less enthusiastic and I refused to spend my weekend dusting blinds and rearranging trinkets, but of course I let her go with it.
Dear Diary, I have a confession to make. I’ve fallen in love.
Pure, uninterrupted serenity. The feeling of having no responsibility. Complete peace. But let us touch on that later. I begin this post as the rain beats down on the tin roof of our “traditional” log chalet.
If you asked me to list my hobbies they’d be reading, writing and food. Food is definitely considered a hobby. And possibly my favourite one.