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My 2016 Manifesto

How often have we preached that age should never be a deterrent to anything?   2016 is the year that I vow to advocate this mantra throughout every single act of every single day.  Acts which might seem nondescript or even trivial to some but for me, will be momentous (if somewhat tremulous, tentative) steps towards being the person I was meant to be. ACROSS BLOG. PERSONAL LIFE. AS WIFE AND AS MOTHER. To be more genuine. To be more present. To understand, and accept, that things grow, and change. And if that change leads me in the direction I was meant to take, to not fight it. To produce work that is honest and truthful. To stop being apologetic for sharing personal issues, thoughts and opinions in a seemingly public forum. To know when to take a moment to pause and rest. And to not apologise for that either. To regain perspective. Write to the best of my abilities. To remove myself from stats, expectations and perceptions, and, quite simply, to live the fullest …

Being Different Is A Good Thing

Even as a teenager, I stood out because of the way I dressed. The way I styled my hair. The way I look. I mean, I have freckles for crying out loud. And when I did use it, the make-up on my face. I’m digging for photographic evidence but basically, my style of dressing emulated that of the amazing Anita Mui. Just do a quick search on Google for how she styled herself during the 80s and you’ll understand my groupie feelings where she was concerned. I wore harem pants in the late 80s. Pixie boots in a country wherein the only seasons we had were dry and hot, and wet and hot. This was also the time I very happily painted my lips Black and swished around in ankle length skirts (in Black, but of course) as homage to Robert Smith. I recalled odd looks aplenty and how my parents would be ever so often asked why I did the things I did. They, bless their hearts, never once mocked or ridiculed anything I …

My Week On Instagram

So it’s been quite the food-filled week with Father’s Day on the 21st as well as my husband taking me out for a lunch date on Friday. We try to do that every fortnight or so, give or take, more or less. In addition, we had yet another tropical storm alert, this time for Bill. And although no arks were ultimately needed, it made for a very wet and gloomy time. Here’s the calm before the storm. We all tried to enjoy the pool as much as possible leading up to Bill’s arrival. The Hibiscuses endured and prevailed. Alleluia. Because it was raining for the most part, we stayed indoors and I finally got around to opening my mountain of boxes/mail. This delightfully cheeky number is my Ipsy Glambag for May. Yes, May, and yes, my head is thus hung in shame. The weather cleared just in time for the weekend so we watched Inside Out in 3D. It wasn’t too shabby. For Father’s Day, we treated the man of the hour to crepes. Beautifully …

And The Award Goes To … Me!!!

There are awards and there are awards. There are those which, to be perfectly candid, irk me in their somewhat pesky nature, not dissimilar to chain letters and mass advertisements. And there are still others which appear wishy washy and dubious. Today, however, I’m talking about the Versatile Blogger Award which, my friends, is no insipid title of a suspicious nature. It is, in fact, a credible, prestigious recognition, one for which I am truly thankful to have received, thanks to the incredibly lovely Kirsten of The LIFB Issue. If you have not yet explored her blog, you are missing out.  Really, really. How it works 1. Thank the person that nominated you and include a link to her blog. 2. Share 7 things about yourself (perhaps little known facts?). 3. Name 10 bloggers you’ve recently discovered or perhaps already follow regularly. 4. Nominate those 10 bloggers in turn for the Versatile Blogger Award. 7 things about myself 1. I’m ambidextrous. Growing up, I figured if I learned to write with both hands, should I …

It’s A Barbie World

Can authenticity exist under such faux circumstances? When I published my first blog post, it was for the pure love of writing. I mean, I write for a living and it seemed only natural to extend that into the de rigueuer online world. After a while, I saw how some were creating a lucrative, successful profession out of it and I wanted that too. The seemingly glossy world, the freebies, the picture perfect life. And when brands came knocking, I was eager. That is, until I realised how many were very unethical and were only interested in furthering their bottomlines. I started saying no, and eventually, they stopped knocking at my door, I became completely discouraged and stopped blogging for a good two years. I did post a few things, once in a blue moon, but that was it. Last September, I began again and this time, I told myself, I am blogging for me. I am blogging about things I truly feel connected to. And that’s what I’ve been doing ever since. We need …