Weekends are for spending time with your favourite folk, squishing in everything you didn’t have time for during the week. I have a few really close friends, and the particular group I spent the weekend with have been around forever. Well, not forever, but since I moved to the city a good eight years back. We sadly don’t get together as often as I’d like due to conflicting schedules, and well, life, but when we do hang out it reverts back to exactly where we left off last time. And we share one common interest that makes planning a weekend outing simple – we are all brunch obsessed!
I’ve always held a soft spot for Fremantle. I spent a lot of time in the hippy suburb in my uni days. I worked at a couple of different restaurants on the cappuccino strip, I (embarrassing) used to frequent Metro’s Freo most weekends and being a uni bum spent many hours wandering the markets with a coffee in hand. These days I live on the other side of the city, so Freo adventures are very special to me as they are (sadly) far and few between.
Whilst I didn’t really over indulge on Christmas goodies over the festive period the last few weeks of my life have been pretty stressful (I’m okay, don’t worry) and unfortunately I’m a bit of comfort eater. Hello carb party. I haven’t managed to stick to my usual semi-healthy food routine as of late and this probably contributed to a low immune system and catching a summer flu a couple of weeks back. And when you’re used to seeing the number on the scales slowly tick backwards it’s a bit of a nasty surprise to see them climbing back up again. So I had to do something about it. And fortunately The Juicist came to my rescue.
Fringe is my favourite time of the year. The city is buzzing with activity, something new and exciting is happening on every corner and there is literally something for everyone. From comedy to cabaret, burlesque to boylesque, you need to get into the city ASAP. Trust me, if you don’t visit Fringe World this month I’ll have to smack you. Noodle Palace was the venue of choice for tonight’s Fringe adventure (and my first of the season) for a storm. A Storm In A D Cup.
It’s only open two days a week. It shares a home with a few other foodie ventures. It’s a concept cafe filled with love and delicious eats. Intrigued? So was I. And that it why I recently had to keep a weekend morning free to visit The Sarapan in Victoria Park.
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again- I’ve certainly never claimed to be a beauty blogger.
I’ve had the same discussion with a few friends lately about how shattering it is when your favourite local neighbourhood cafe becomes way too busy and popular that you can no longer just pop in on a Sunday morning without having to wait for a table. I’m obviously very happy for the cafe owners who deserve all the recognition and customers they are attracting, but I miss my local. My local is now everyone’s local.
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.