Running away from errands.

Running errands. It's amazing how often we mention the phrase. Every time a friend calls, if I'm not at work I tell them I'm either doing chores at home or "running errands" outside. Coming from a simple, salaried household- as a child I never saw my parents "just chilling". Ever. Hard work was valued above...

Ambre Imperial.

Sultry. Warm. Intriguing. Androgynous. Quietly confident, subtly sexy. There, but not quite. Like the softest, most fluffy cashmere sweater. Like an autumn evening in the smoky woods. A woman who is supremely herself, and makes no excuses for it. A man who doesn't fit into pre- requisite boxes, yet knows his way around the world...

The ladies lounge- New love.

I love mascaras. The good ones of course. And though some of the Maybelline ones are good and I'd been repurchasing them for years, I felt it was time to move on. For a couple of years now, I have been on the hunt for a new "go-to" mascara. I tried several top rated, blogger...

Being a crappy mum.

I honestly despise the organic, organised- playdate obsessed, daily-trips-to- the- park, let's bake teddy cupcakes to nursery, TYPE- A mums that are constantly posting holier- than- thou updates on Facebook and asking really stupid sounding (at least stupid sounding to more 'go-with-the-flow' mummies like me) questions on the half a billion or so "mommy forums"...

The time of our lives.

I had an epiphany this afternoon. It wasn't a particularly extraordinary afternoon; it was in fact one of those mundane, lowly ones. I was driving home after a gruelling  8 hour ER shift and the traffic was uncommonly horrendous. I had to wait full hog at every one of the nine, painfully long traffic signals...