Event: Brisbane Mekka Races Attire: Race wear Weather: Sunny – 29 degrees HMUA As I’m a full time student who lives out of home, I often choose to do my own hair and makeup. I hardly struggle with makeup, but I have frequent meltdowns when it comes to doing my hair. Thankfully, I’d recently had […]Read More Style Blog: Mekka Races
When people ask me what I’m studying, I’m almost hesitant to tell them the truth. If you’ve ever studied something arts related, I’m sure you’ve been told you’re going to struggle, that there’s no jobs, and/or you’re doomed for the rest of your life and are going to end up unemployed and homeless. Before commencing […]Read More You’ll never find a job
The last time I visited a beauty salon to have my eyebrows shaped/waxed I was left horrified, mentally damaged, and downright ugly. The elderly woman at Ella Bache, bless her little soul, still assumed thin, sperm like eyebrows were all the rage, and was a firm believer that your eyebrows should be very distant, mutated […]Read More Conquering my fear of eyebrows
Three years go I started a little keepsake book that I’d purchased from stationery heaven, Kikki K. I’ve been quite vigilant with it, and today discovered that I’d completed a whole three years worth of entries. Basically, the book has a different question for you to answer each day relating to different aspects of your […]Read More Three years on
I’ve recently discovered that I can’t walk past a baby (or even a small child under the age of 6) without stopping completely in my tracks and proceeding to “ooh” and “aah” as they toddle past. My ovaries almost burst with joy when I see an adorable little munchkin wrapped up in a onesie. The other […]Read More Clucky or Crazy?
Now that I am halfway through my university degree (that is, if I’ve passed everything), I’ve decided to sit down and work out exactly what I’ve learnt so far. *Spoiler alert* They have nothing to do with my degree…. 1. How to parallel park University parking just may be the reason I get sent to a psych ward […]Read More What uni has taught me
The other day I was teaching a bunch of 5 year olds how to dance, and at the end of the class one of them came gushing over to me. I was expecting her to ask for a stamp on her hand, or even some sort of treat. She simply goes to me: “Miss Laura, […]Read More 3 words. 8 letters.