Homemade Beauty Treatment, aka Tightarse Exfoliator

21 Sep

I’m hardly known as a beauty blogger for two very good reasons.

Firstly, it is a well known fact that most days I barely brush my hair and secondly, refer to point one but replace the word ‘hair’ with ‘teeth’.

Winter wreaks havoc on my sensitive skin. I used to have hardy skin, and I was never spotty in high school, but as I got older products stung my face and post-sproglets my skin has turned into part pizza, part handbag.

This Winter has been especially bad. My chin is spotty, my cheeks are peeling and my skin looks positively exhausted, and old.

And wrinkly.
a little bit like this (photo credit : Brian Roberts)

a little bit like this (photo credit : Brian Roberts)

I tried straight coconut oil for a time, but that made everything worse. Now I’m using rose hip oil to moisturise but it wasn’t getting through the thick layer on linoleum on my face.

I ran out of my usual exfoliant a couple of weeks ago and I haven’t gotten around to buying another. My scrub of choice is usually Aesop or Grown brands but they are a little on the exxy side…. like $50+.

homemade beauty treatmentMy skin was positively screaming to be sloughed yesterday and I thought I’d whip up a little something to have a crack at removing a layer of dead skin cells and may I just say –  I don’t know if I’ll be going back to store bought.

This shit is the bomb.

I’ve had some organic oat bran in the cupboard for ages but aside from chucking a spoon in my baking here and there and haven’t really known what to do with it.

Now I do.

What you will need :

1:1:1 oat bran, natural Greek yoghurt, olive oil

homemade beauty treatmentWhat you will need to do :

Mix your ingredients and gently rub all over your face leaving it as soft as a baby’s butt.

homemade beauty treatmentIf you want to do just your face, a teaspoon of each is enough, but if you’re going the whole body shebangalang make more and scrub that beast down.

homemade beauty treatment

doubles as breakfast if your tongue is long enough.

I made the error of making more than I needed when I was just doing my face and I thought I’d save it for another shower later.

I gave it a shot but by the time I got around to it I was simply smearing Bircher muesli on my skin. It still worked a bit, and I was delightfully smooth and moist but it felt a tad on the kinkier side of beautifying.

So, there you have it gang. A new feather in my bow. Beauteous blogging.

I’ma gonna give those fashion/beauty bloggers Sonia Styling and Kimba Likes a massive run for their money. Bet they’re shitting themselves.

homemade beauty treatment

Not sure what that look on my face is about. I look like a muppet.


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Portrait 365 : 245 – 255

17 Sep

I have a big fat confession to make…..I have struggled my arse off to get this to you this round.

My tightrope has been a little wobbly this past fortnight, and I realised that maybe I needed to chill a little before my brain bent irreversibly! Everything is balancing out now and I’m super looking forward to going away to Uluru next week.

Imagine the portraits I’ll get out there?? Reckon that’ll get me right back in the saddle.

I know you’re waiting for the latest instalment so here they are, and my tardiness just means that there is more for you to love this time, like a fat bottomed girl that makes the rocking’ world go ’round.





“What would you say to your 15 year old self?”

“I would give that kid a massive hug – even though she would pretend she didn’t want it. And I would say “You won’t believe how well this is going to turn out. And for the love of God, lose the green eye shadow.”

It’s no secret I have the biggest lady crush on Champagne Carolyn. She is a great big shining beacon in my life right now…..and a little bit of a bad influence.



“A potential friend has to first and foremost satisfy one criteria; that they make me hurt laughing, when I’m sober. There are other boxes to tick, but the people I laugh with or at the most are the people I love the most.”

I went to primary school with this bird for about 6 months in year 6 and I thought she was amazing. Fast forward 25 years and we reconnected through the blog. We caught up in human when I was on the Gold Coast. I still think she is amazing.



“My first orgasmic experience was in the shower with a shampoo bottle”

We may or may not have been slightly boozy during this conversation. Go and check Shae’s blog out. She calls herself the hippy next door and she’s a lot of fun.



“I’d tell my 15 year old self don’t take life too seriously. Things will work out in the end.”

A tiny chat in park led to a lighter mood and a shared smile.



I’m so bummed I lost this guy’s quote. But basically he told me that anything is possible. He speaks 5 languages, has 5 businesses and was here travelling from the Middle East from memory but he really wanted to say don’t limit yourself. You can do whatever you want.

If this is you and you see this, get in touch with me, please!



“I hid behind the bocce-drome and I kissed a kid called Roger. It was my first kiss. Naturally, there was about 3 other kids gathered around watching. It was really dreamy. He was a good kid.”

I’ve been watching this chick for about a year and been secretly jealous of her talent. When I met her, though, that just fell away and we talked the real stuff and laughed, and we hugged. Bianca Wordley is as amazing in real life as she is on the page. 



“Ann Stacey was a girl who lived around the corner and one afternoon she was sitting on a gate to a field at the end of my street. One day we just kissed and then we were boyfriend and girlfriend. I was about 14.”

Reckons he’s not photogenic. Whatevs.



Happy 4th Birthday, darling Foxy Pants.



“I’d tell my 15 year old self that boys with long hair look good but they’re more trouble than they’re worth.”

Once upon a time Peta was my baby cousin. I guess she still is but now she’s a stunning, intelligent woman who loves a short haired man.



“Tom was my formal partner’s good mate and we ended dating for a whole year before he dumped me really badly. Then we’d get back together and then he’d dump me again.We did it about three times. The first two times broke my heart but then I became blasé about it. I think it was habitual.”

You know when someone tells you you’re gonna love someone and you’re all sceptical because you’re jaded and shit? Let me tell you, Champagne Gillian did not disappoint. She was everything I was told she was and then some. A true pleasure to be around.




“It’s hard to pick one thing that I’m proud of because I’ve always enjoyed everything I’ve done. I started Double J radio station and I enjoyed that. Then I became a furniture maker and I enjoyed that too. Now I’ve moved to the suburbs and I am a gardening enthusiast which I really enjoy. Oh, and I enjoy making curries.”

I’v known Graeme for almost 20 years. He used to drink at a bar I worked at and when I left there I never saw him…. until recently when I’ve seen him twice walking past my grandparent’s house in the middle of nowhere. He hasn’t aged a day.

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Information is beautiful, until paralysis

14 Sep

information is beautiful, until paralysisI don’t know about you but I’m finding a little information overload at the moment.

It’s as if there is so much information available to help me succeed in anything I want to do that it’s like the entire interwebs is beaming down celestial beams to help me become all that I can be.

I do want to be all that, but it’s a little exhausting at times.

We’re all trying to have time to do everything we need so, as much as I see the benefit of hacking life, I reckon mere survival should also be high fived.

We’re surrounded by -

Ways to be a better parent.

How to fit it all in.

How to organise your pantry.

Take a better selfie.

Housecleaning life hacks.

Be a better lover.

Be a better friend.

Have shinier hair.

How to be incredibly happy.

Obviously, I do not desire to let myself, my children, my pantry or my hair down but holy snapping duck shit, but my head starts to spin like Linda Blair without the zombie eyes and pea soup.

I don’t know where to start with getting my life in order, and according to the internet oracle I’m obviously doing everything wrong, so I’m getting the PARALYSIS. It starts in one leg like a dog with a tick and before you know it you’ve drunk a whole bottle of wine and decided to just leave world domination until tomorrow.

Do we really need to be ALL THAT WE CAN BE?

What if I just BE?

Slow down? Breathe a little?

You know when you’re sitting on the loo trying to do a poo and you push and push and all that happens is a fart at best or a fissure at worst?

Forgive the poop analogy but sometimes no matter how much you strain that shit ain’t happening so you just need to wait it out and not force it.

I read a post by Kelly Exeter yesterday about making life simpler that used the term ‘cherry picking’.

I am so guilty of that.

Looking at people’s fabulousness on social media and wishing I was living their fabulousness.

Their perfect husbands, hanging terrariums with plants that are alive, shiny well behaved children with clean faces. Their amazing shoes and handbags that match, and hair that never looks greasy. No adult acne. None.

No one puts the really shit bits on social media. Their partners skid marks, their infected ingrown hair on their bikini line, but you can guarantee everyone has THE SHIT.

And then I had the most hilarious thought.

I thought that if I’m in here looking at all of you thinking your lives look so interesting and cool and soooo together, then maybe someone out there is looking at my life thinking that my life looks so interesting and cool and I’m sooooo together.

And I laughed, and then I laughed some more.


I had some girlfriends over for dinner on Friday night, and one of my girlfriends is going through a terribly difficult time in her marriage. And she said it….

She said the very words I had been laughing about.

“I see you and everything you do and I think you’ve just got it all so sorted, and you’re so together. You’re juggling everything and doing it on your own and you’re ok.” (paraphrasing, I was a bit squiffy)

I looked her in the eye and her told her that I spent a small portion of yesterday afternoon lying on the floor in my daughter’s room having a little panic attack and crying, hoping the children weren’t distracted enough from Jimmy Giggle to look for me and bust me on the floor, and I’d have to pretend I’d lost a shoe under the bed and got dust in my eye.

I don’t know where I’m going with this…..maybe I do.

Maybe it’s don’t be fooled.

Everyone is dazzling each other with smoke and mirrors, and if their pantry is jealously spotless maybe there is a skeleton in a closet that you would never wish for. Just cherry pick your own life. Look at those bits you love and highlight them and turn down the volume on the crappy bits.

Just breath. And instead of trying to be everything…

Just be.

At least for this week.

World domination can wait until next week.

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Wholefood Salt Caramel Slice ; Simply to die for, plus a Pureharvest giveaway

11 Sep

whole food salt caramel sliceWhen I was asked if I would be interested in receiving a hamper of goodies from Pureharvest I was pretty keen. Although not traditionally a super, mega organics shopper you know I am very aware of what I feed the family, and besides I’m not one to look an organic gift horse in the mouth when it comes to products I’m actually keen to sample.

In my pantry I already stock the Pureharvest Rice Malt Syrup as it’s a low GI, complex carbohydrate blend of glucose and maltose used as a sugar alternative. I like to mix up my sweeteners and Rice Malt Syrup is considered one of the gooduns.

The argument about fructose versus glucose is a valid debate, but I’m not going to be entering into it today. Partly because I’m not that sugar-free chick and partly because I have cracked a ‘healthy’ version of a caramel slice that’s to die for and I can’t wait to tell you that instead.

I’m just going to give you a disclaimer -


Now, where were we?


whole food salt caramel sliceI met founder, Don Lazarro, at ProBlogger and he told a story of how back in the late ’70s he had a health food store that sold mostly dried legumes and seeds.

In the early ’80s Don took a punt and bought 1000L of soy milk into Australia on a big, heavy pallet to try to sell in his shop. He had no idea if it would fly, but he thought a non-dairy milk alternative was a good idea.

It was better than a good idea. It was bloody brilliant.

I’m not a fan of soy milk for loads of reasons but I’ll tell you what- Pureharvest have cracked almond milk, rice milk and Coco Quench milk. I’ve been experimenting with them in my cooking – oatcakes, French toast, scrambled eggs have all had the Pureharvest treatment and I reckon it definitely adds something good. Nuttiness? Earthiness?

D Man has gone nuts for the CocoQuench on his cereal. It’s a cross between rice milk (made from brown rice) and coconut milk. Seriously bloody yummy with great nutritional benefits.

Late the other night I made a Coco Quench hot chocolate with organic cocoa, sweetened with rice malt syrup as an experiment. I went one step further and chucked in 2 marshmallows and a fat slug of whiskey. Not sure if that’s what Pureharvest had in mind however it rocked my socks.

Will I completely switch from cow’s to these alternatives?

No. But having options and mixing it up is something I love. Options.

Anyhoo, I’ve been ploughing my way through their products but I wanted to make a little something amazing as I do see a great trend towards gluten free, dairy free, sugar stuff…. don’t screw your face up, it can be even yummier than traditional baking. Give this a shot and tell me it’s not ALL THAT.

whole food salt caramel slice

What you will need : 

For base – 

  • 2 cups pitted dates
  • 1 cup unsalted roasted cashews
  • 1/2 cup desiccated coconut
  • 2 heaped tablespoons cacao (or cocoa powder if that’s what you have)
  • 1 tablespoon coconut oil
  • 2 tablespoons rice bran syrup
  • 1 tablespoon chia seeds
  • 1 270ml tin coconut cream (I like Ayam brand as it’s pure)

For salt caramel – 

  • 140 ml coconut milk
  • 2.5 tablespoons rice malt syrup
  • 1/2 teaspoon vanilla paste
  • a big pinch of salt

For top – 

  • 2 squares of Lindt dark salt chocolate

What you will need to do :

Line a tin, I used 25 x 15, with baking paper.

Stick all of your ingredients for the base into a food processor and wazz it until it starts to stick together and clump.

Tip into your tray and press down with your fingers so it’s nice and even and then pop it in the fridge.

whole food salt caramel slicePop your ingredients for salt caramel into a saucepan on medium heat and bring to boil. Leave at a medium boil keeping an eye on it until it reduces, thickens and darkens to a rich caramel colour. About 20 mins.

whole food salt caramel slicePour immediately onto your chilled base, spreading it evenly, and using a microplane or the finest grater you can grate the salt chocolate over the top whilst it’s still hot and it will melt on contact.

whole food salt caramel sliceEnsure an even coverage and pop back into the fridge for an hour or so until all cooled.

Cut into pieces as large as you wish. It’s fairly rich so you don’t need much.

whole food salt caramel slice


Would you like some of this Pureharvest goodness for your very own?

They have offered for me to give one of my peeps a generous hamper like my own if you can just name this slice.

Gluten free, sugar free, dairy free, no bake salt caramel slice is a bit of a mouthful in more ways than one.

Leave a comment on my Facebook page or right here to go in the running. Winner will be announced Wednesday 17th September.




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Portrait 365 : 237 – 244

5 Sep




“I was happy to find out I was pregnant, but it was a surprise. When I started spotting I went to my obstetrician but because it was still early he really couldn’t tell what was happening. I went for a blood test thinking I was 8 or 9 weeks but my hormone levels were dropping and we thought I was miscarrying. The next couple of days I had terrible pain. I was told to go for another scan so I drove myself there but the sonographer could not believe I could even make it on my own. My pregnancy was ectopic and my fallopian tube had burst and I was rushed straight to hospital and operated on immediately.”

I searched Heather out, asking for someone to point her out to me after she mentioned how much she was enjoying Portrait 365. I knew she had to be one of my portraits. Then she proceeded to remove my carefully laid psychological band-aid until she could see my very heart. We connected. She shoots and talks and blogs too.



“I fell in love with a Finnish exchange student and then she went back to Finland. I wrote her a little book with pictures in it and made a mixed tape and on the end of the tape I said something really soft and cried a little and I’m worried one day it will come out.”

This guy was an endless course of amusement. It doesn’t get much drier than his humor. If you want some, you can find him here.




“I’m proud that I pushed myself to come here. I’ve been blogging for a couple of years but not pushing myself. I’m ready for a change of direction in my life and this is a great step towards that.”

I lost Morgans card. If anyone recognises her ping me so I can link her blog, please.



“I just came back from 2 months traveling in The States and it’s a bit of an adjustment. The reality of not being able to party and go to the beach every day. I’m planning on heading back there soon for my modelling.”

I practically tackled Ruth in my effort to shoot her before she got away.



“The last time I cried was when I lost my father-in-law. He was a passionate person and he loved the outdoors. I want my daughter Daisy to know that he was a super positive person.”



“Before my brother Cam died he was a big fan of Henry Rollins. Henry Rollins once said “All of the people on the planet are your peers. What are you doing for your peers?”. I really love that.”

If you’ve never come across Eden before you wouldn’t know that she has a rare heart condition. Her heart is the size of the moon and it feels all the feels one million times more than your average bear. This is both a great gift, and a very heavy burden. She writes the best. Hands down. Check her out.



“My first proper kiss was with a boy called Elmore in a shelter on a cricket pitch and I really wanted to kiss him because he smelled like bourbon and cigarettes. Now every time I smell cigarettes and bourbon I get weak knees.”

Candice is an aficionado in all things vintage. You can find her here.


 Who is your favourite this week?




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Lessons in Life

3 Sep

You may or may not know that I went to ‘blogference’ on the weekend called ProBlogger.

550 bloggers converging on one hotel on the GoldCoast is a hell of a thing, you can only imagine how many selfies and images of food were zipping across the interwebs. You would be forgiven for presuming it was a room full of narcissists, but I assure you it was anything but. There was much love and support to be had…

As many of you aren’t bloggers I’m not going to talk to you about the conference which although it was ten kinds of amazing, it’s boring as batshit if you’re not a bloggy type.

What I am going to talk to you about are a couple of the invaluable life lessons I learned while I was there, because I believe that no matter who you are or what your dreams are this stuff is relevant across the board.

Fear is a killer.

We all feel it.

It’s natural to feel fear around something you’re passionate about but you mustn’t let it cripple you.

I was shitting my pants about going and hanging out with so many chicks (chicks are freaky, right?) but what I discovered was a coven of love and support.

Darren Rowse, PB founder, said “If you want to conquer fear, don’t sit home and think about it. Go out and conquer it.”

How true is that? You need to go and punch that fear in the throat because scared people don’t achieve their dreams. I could be all ‘feel the fear and do it anyway’ but it’s a bit wanky, so hear this….


You already know I’m a wanker. I told you about my vibrator.

Don’t be afraid to tell someone how you feel about them.

Just before PB I received a message from someone I didn’t know. A blogger. A really good blogger. And she reached out to me to tell me she really loved what I was doing and they way I was doing it.

She made my god damned month. I hugged the crap outta her when we met for the first time over the weekend and I told her she really touched me.

It made me realise that it takes little effort to tell someone you acknowledge what they’re doing and that you rate them. I took that on board and went and gushed all over a few people that I wanted to tell I admired and did I make their day?

Who knows, but at least I wasn’t scared to share my feelings.

You don’t get successful overnight.


This one sucks big balls, sure, but it’s a great reason to keep going. Success, life, all of it – it’s a marathon, not a sprint.

Rand Fishkin, a specialist in something that I find really confusing, said “The price of success is failure after failure after failure.”

I personally would rather not fail lots of times, my poor ego hates it. Or maybe I already have failed many times. Lord knows, I’ve tried lots of things before I found this writing thing, but either way, you just need to start, and then you need to keep showing up consistently.

Set goals.

He who is aiming at something is more likely to hit it, than he who is aiming at nothing. Capiche?

Matthew Michalewicz touched on something that smashed me in the nose and made my eyes water….

Matthew Michalewicz

He also talked about goals, but you also need to believe in yourself.

And that shit is hard. It’s so much easier to doubt yourself, and wonder how you will ever achieve your dreams but you know what?

You are talented, creative and worthy, so why not you?


Just start. Today. Better to start imperfectly than to wait until you’re perfect. I can’t remember which guru said this, and I’ve totes paraphrased but you get the gist.)

Achieving your dreams is not magic, it’s knowledge and process. Doing the steps that lead you to where you want to be.

When blogging royalty recognises you it’s ok to wet your pants a little bit.

I’m not cool. Not by a long shot. You knew that already but now the cat is well and truly out of the bag with the rest of the world.

So all of this inspiration and joy has left me feeling wrung out like an old sock. I feel a little sad.

I feel a little scared, because this is it.

I’m standing on the precipice of my new life and it’s now or never…..

These really are the days of our lives, and there is no half way.

You either do it, or you don’t.



There were many awesome women, but these women?  They are my tribe.

There were many awesome women, but these women?
They are my tribe.

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8 Easy Dinner Ideas When You’ve Lost the Will to Cook

30 Aug

You’ve been up since Dawn’s crack, and everyone has had a piece of you all day.

You’ve already had to feed everyone a few times today and those needy little creatures want you to feed them once more before you can shut them away  put the little sweethearts to bed and finally have some you time to fold Mount Washmore and clean the kitchen whilst necking a bottle of wine.

You open your fridge and there may even be food but it all needs to be cooked lovingly and you have lost the will to cook.

Fear not.

Here are some fast ideas that will fill little tummies, and you will know that you’re still a contender in the Mother of the Year competition unless you forget to pick your daughter up from day care, and get disqualified like I did.

1. Jacket Potato, Garlic Yoghurt and Salad

Actual heart shaped potato. May be the only love that goes into this meal.

Actual heart shaped potato. May be the only love that goes into this meal.

Stick a potato in the oven until cooked, soft on the inside and crunchy on the outside.

Cut it open, and smoosh the insides a little.

Add a little crushed garlic to some natural yoghurt and place on top. Serve with a little side salad that you gave no love to at all.

2. Cheesy Beans with Sneaky Veg

Not the actual beans I talk about here, but one time, when I could be bothered, I actually made baked beans. This is to give you the idea only.

Not the actual beans I talk about here, but one time, when I could be bothered, I actually made baked beans. This is to give you the idea only.

Open a tin on baked beans.

Grated 1/2 a carrot and 1/2 a zucchini and chop up 1/2 a tomato.

Add a sprinkle of cumin and some fresh coriander if your kids are fancy flavours freak or just keep it simple with a dash of Worcester Sauce. Stir well.

Top with some grated cheese and stick in the over until melted or just nuke it and serve.

If you want to get all crazy and combine 1. and 2. you have uptown fancy baked potato and cheesy beans.

3. Cheese, Tomato and Chutney on toast

Balls. 4 of them.

Balls. 4 of them.

You need good bread for this. And good chutney in my opinion. We like balls. Mrs Balls Chutney that is.

Turn your grill on.

Toast your toast lightly.

Smear with chutney, top with sliced tomato and cheese.

Grill until melted enbougn to burn the shit out of the roof of your mouth on your first bite. Maybe let the kids wait until it cools a little.

4. Pesto pasta

I made this fancy with pancetta and walnut but on this day I refer that does not happen.

I made this fancy with pancetta and walnut but on this day I refer that does not happen.

I’ve banged on about this sucker for 2 years now but I seriously cannot tell you how flippin’ easy it is.

Keep some pesto in the freezer and Bob is your Uncle.

5. Miso soup with veges and soba noodles

So easy. So yummy.

So easy. So yummy.

I always have miso paste in the fridge.

You need a little stock, a splash of tamari or soy, some chopped vegetables, a small handful of soba noodles and a spoon of miso.

If you want to get fancy you can add garlic and ginger and tofu, chicken or prawns, but we’re not being fancy today. We’re feeding animals.

6. Fish Fingers and Homemade Chips

Fish don't even have fingers.

Fish don’t even have fingers.

Yes, I do.

Finely slice a potato into shoestrings. Whack those suckers into a really hot oven on 220C with a little olive oil, and toss after 10 minutes.

Grill your fish fingers, serve with some cucumber and snow peas or some other pathetic excuse for salad and tomato sauce.

7. Omelette

There's the love. All of it. Right there on the godamned Hoot plate.

There’s the love. All of it. Right there on the godamned Hoot plate.

The joy of the omelette is you fold it over so you can’t see what you’ve stuffed inside to turn an egg into a complete meal.

I’ve been known to throw in leftover fried rice, or stir fry, or just grate whatever is in the bottom of the crisper, and smother it with cheese.

Toast is optional. They usually don’t eat it and then it becomes my dinner.

8. Order Yourself a Pizza 

ahhhhh... pizza love. The one true love.

ahhhhh… pizza love. The one true love.

Screw it, peeps. Get someone to bring that dinner to you while you put your feet up and watch Timmy Time with the kids whilst nursing mother’s little helper.


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Portrait 365 : 230 – 237

27 Aug





“The word on the street is that three of my favourite things start with ‘C’ – champagne, cheese, and chilli crab.”



Because, fabulous, darling.



“I’m proud of my daughters because they’re accomplished.”

“Are you proud because they’re accomplished?”

“No, because of who they are as people.”

“Are you friends? Do they tell you their secrets? Is that why your bald?”

“Nah, that’s hereditary.”



“I used to wear heels to the corner shop. Now I’m more of a Cons girl, but these new shoes are comfy as fuck.”



“I felt like there was something wrong. 12 months prior I felt like I could hear two people talking about me and they were discussing how I was sick. I finally went to the doctor for a check up and they sent me straight to Emergency where they hooked me up to machines for 20 hours before diagnosing Type 1 Diabetes. Apparently I was nearly dead. The moral to the story – listen to the voice in your head.





“I was beside myself about turning 39, but when I woke up today on my birthday I realised I have lived a life less ordinary. I have won and lost, and taken big risks, and although my life may not look like I imagined it – that’s why I was framing out – I realised it’s better and the best is yet to come.”



“The poor Chinese waiter retreated in giggles when he heard ‘What colour is YOUR anus?”

One of the funniest yum cha conversations EVER between three very open, and awesome if I may say so, women.

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Favorite bedroom appliance and Fetta stuffed Greek rissoles.

25 Aug

fetta stuffed greek rissolesAs a ‘domestic’ blogger I often get asked what my favourite household appliance is and I always think “how could I possibly choose?”

I’m rather fond of the kettle but that vacuum cleaner can kiss my arse.
The fridge keeps the wine cold, so I guess we’re firm friends.

Something much easier for me to name as prized is my favourite bedroom appliance.

Not my hairdryer, nor my bedside clock.

My vibrator.

I currently only have one and it doesn’t even work properly any more but I’ll take that over the washing machine or the even my food processor any day of the week.

The food processor definitely brings me a modicum of joy, but my tickle stick?

No competition.

I bought it at Sexpo under the watchful eye of my sex therapist friend Isiah whom I presumed has much experience in these matters. She hailed this one as the bomb. The brand was titled Fun Factory, which was remeniscent of a 90’s dance group so I envisaged hours of solo disco.

My previous battery operated lovers had been lurid phallic looking monstrosities but not so with this little darling. She, yes, she was compact, sleek and looked bugger all like a penis.

She looked gentle and friendly, rather than like a truncheon that wished to terrorise my soft bits. She was almost unassuming enough to try to sneak into hand luggage through an airport, but not quite, because as friendly in appearance as my buzzing friend may be she would still cause an awkward conversation at the X-ray.

I realise discussing self-pleasuring is not everyone’s cup of tea, but whether you keep on the down low or sing it from the roof tops I thoroughly recommend everyone rubs one out from time to time…. or all the time if you wish.

It’s a great reliever of stress and puts you in a better mood. When it’s just you you needn’t care about waxing your bikini line, nor need you worry about how long it’s taking or whether you’re being suitably appreciative.

Or if you say the wrong name – Joe Manganiello for instance.


If you wish to languorously make love to yourself, rock on, but if you want to jump straight into lift-off position and be back about your business in a couple of minutes flat – power to you.

I didn’t mean to disrespect my food processor before, I really do love it. For turning mundane mince into orgasmic little, creamy centred rissoles my food processor is essential, but my point was if I needed to pick just one household appliance to take to the desert island my mince would be mundane for eternity.

After all this wank talk, before we get onto the food, I do recommend thoroughly washing your hands.

PS Champagne Carolyn, I cannot resist a dare.

fetta stuffed greek rissoles


Fetta Stuffed Greek Rissoles, with Crispy Cubed Potatoes

Serves 4

What you will need :

For the rissoles – 

  • 500g lamb mince
  • 1 spanish onion
  • 3 cloves garlic, peeled
  • zest of one lemon
  • 1.2 packed cup of mint
  • 1 teaspoon dried oregano
  • 1 egg
  • 100g fetta (I used delish goat’s fetta today) cut into 1cm cubes.

For the potatoes – 

  • one potato per person, plus one cheeky extra one
  • two sprigs fresh rosemary
  • olive oil
  • salt and pepper

For the salad -

  • remainder of the bunch of mint
  • 3 tomatoes, cut into eighths
  • 2 cucumbers, cut length ways then chopped
  • 1 roast capsicum, home grilled or from a jar
  • lemon juice
  • olive oil


What you will need to do :

Pop your potatoes into a saucepan of boiling water and boil until just tender.

Preheat oven to 200C.

Chop potatoes into cubes and toss with olive oil, salt, pepper and rosemary. Chuck them in, tossing now and then.

crispy cubed potatoes

Into your for processor toss your spanish onion, garlic, lemon zest, mint and oregano. Wazz it up until it’s a paste. Add it to your mince, chuck in the egg, season well and mix that sucker with your hands.

Taking dessert spoon sized chucks, roll into balls then dig a hole with your thumb. Insert a cube of fetta and close the mince back up over it. Continue until you’re all done.

fetta stuffed greek rissolesCook your rissoles on the BBQ until they’re cooked through and the cheese is melty. 6-7 minutes a side.

Toss your salad ingredients onto your serving plate and mix well with lemon juice and olive before serving the rest of your stuff on the platter and chucking it on the table.

Dinner is served.


fetta stuffed greek rissoles and crispy potato cubes



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What not to say to a newly separated lady.

21 Aug


I got this.

If you follow me on Facebook you would have heard me mention that the neighbours are circling like gulls trying to ascertain WTF the new living arrangements at my gaff are.

If this is your first ever post, I’ll fill you in quickly – My marriage just ended and I’m doing a remarkable job of pretending it’s business as usual. I wear bright lipstick and stick a smile on my face and I drink a lot of wine.

This shituation is under control.

As I step out of my front gate I get swooped upon by curious suburban neighbourly types fishing for information to which I’m infuriatingly schtum.

My bestie suggested we build a man-sized mound of dirt in the back yard to really ‘fuck with them’. I personally thought that was pure gold. I could make it the new naughty corner and really look like the Mansons had moved in.

I explained the sitch to my direct neighbours because they’re home a lot. Now on my own in the house I thought having some neighbourhood watch was a sound plan. They’re a nice enough young fam bam. We say hi over the fence and it has real warmth but that warmth has not extended to backyard BBQS or key parties.

I’m good with that.

There is one particular Mrs Mangle nosey neighbour a few doors down whom I have avoided for about a year because I don’t dig her swag. Neighbourhood gossip ain’t my bag, and although pleasant enough, there’s not enough time for the peeps I’m crazy about let alone ones I’m lukewarm on.

So, the nice young Fam Bam was having a pretend picnic with their dinosaurs and teddies on a lovely rug in the gentle winter sun, and I stepped onto my back deck (which in awesome suburban style looks straight onto their greying knickers on the Hills Hoist), I gave them a ‘nice day for it’ salute and we all felt fuzzy for a moment and went about our business, until I heard my name being yelled across two gardens and a couple of fences by Mrs Mangle.

“Danieeeeeellle, where’s your husband? I haven’t seen him lately. Is he here? I saw him packing boxes into the car a couple of months ago.”

It was like a punch in the face to be honest. I could see the fam bam slowly sinking into the ground as they wish for invisibility and I did that thing where your tummy drops and your wee nearly squeezes out like silent tear from your urethra.

“He doesn’t live here anymore” I yelled back ” but perhaps over two fences and two gardens and a teddy bear’s picnic isn’t the best way to chat about it.”

And I stalked in, slamming the sliding door enough to shatter the glass into a million pieces – At least in my head I did. I really just politely closed it grumbling to myself because even though I never want to speak to her again I still want her to like me.

The other one I’m loving at the moment is “Wow, you have we very second weekend off from your kids. You’re so lucky.”

Yes, I am lucky. Because my marriage didn’t work out how we planned and I’m a single mum struggling to keep my shit together I get two days a fortnight to try and regain sanity. It’s awesomesauce. Everyone should have a crack at it.

In truth, the weekend thing is nice, but in an ideal world everything works out swell and you get a little ‘me’ time and family time is balanced  and everything is shiny and life is played to the ‘Family Ties’ theme song…..

“I bet we’ve been together for a million years, I bet we’ll be together for a million more…. sha la la laaa.”

*earworm alert – you’re welcome.

I’d also like to say if you have a distant acquaintance going through this, asking them about their financial status is actually rude. Asking me how I’m getting along financially is a little bit like asking me if my bowels are regular, and what’s the consistency.

Actually, you know, I’ll take the scat chat, please.

But I’m not immune to putting my foot in my mouth. No, sireeeee, Bob.

In fact, I’ve put my foot so far in my mouth on occasion, it was easier to remove it rectally than it was to cough that shit up, so I’m not judging anyone for their lack of tact….. however, if you’d care to express concern or curiosity buy me some goddamned $5 flowers and invite yourself over for a cup of tea.

Like I would do.

Or simply grab my hand, look me in the eye, and ask me,

“Are you cool? Can I do anything?”

I’ll say “yes, I’m cool”, and “no you can’t” so you’re off the hook but at least you weren’t a thoughtless dick.










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