I collect cookbooks. I love them. I love the pages and pages filled with possibilities and pretty pictures. I have about 40 of them. Excessive? Probably, but it doesn’t stop me wanting more. I remember learning in a food history paper I once took that we buy cookbooks because we are wooed by the lifestyle portrayed in them. Effortless entertaining, overflowing laughter and platter upon platter of the most delectable food. They give the idea that this author lives the most sociable and fabulous of lifestyles and is of course the most popular of all his or her friends.Read More
New Zealand Fashion Week. I am so glad you are over now.
My Instagram feed can’t take it anymore. Zambesi this, Stolen Girlfriends Club that. I’m just sitting here in some old frayed Glassons shorts that are held together with a safety pin feeling like a hobo. Not even a cool hobo but like an actual poor person.Read More
I was thinking. Dangerous I know. Especially for a woman ha.
But after a frustrating time at work, a pep talk from my Dad and discovering the best YouTube channel ever (search Anna Akana), I felt like I had a lot of thoughts that needed to be caught and tied down somewhere.Read More