Tuesday, June 22, 2010


My country road boots are going to go down a treat on the river beds

I am too excited, come morning time the Bird and I are jumping in the beast and driving off into the sunrise. You heard it peeps Im going for a bush whacking tiger fishing off road extravaganza to Caprivi. The Bird's family are serious fisherpeople so the pressure is on either I reel in some kind of freakishly large tiger beast or thats its. Yesterday the bird and I went on down to the fishing shop- do you know that fishing shops have the most incredible collection of feathers and wild bananas thread colours- the Bird cruised around with his professional pants on talking rapalas and spoons and japanese makrel while I darted around like a glossy starling possessed shopping for my styling kit and rubbing all the soft feathers on my cheeks:)

So we left clutching our bags of goodies the birds with a new fishing rod- called the passion stick- can you cope Im not even joking that is the name printed on the rod bah a whole heap of hooks and sinkers and professionalism me with my bag stuffed with feathers and pink thread. At the end of the day there are two ends to this tale, 1- we go on our adventure and I emerge a triumphant tiger wrangling bad-ass or, I come home with a huge collection of beautiful feathered headbands. There is no loser here either way this is going to be swell.


Not the warm pink crying kind but the delicious golden kind you can stir into your tea and enjoy without the hassle of labour and stuff. 

Monday, June 21, 2010


You know that awesome moment when you crash into the hottest guy you have ever seen in your life, you go crashing to the floor, legs all over the show and then your handbag conveniently empties out its entire contents along with a deluge of tampax you swear you have never seen in your life. He walks off into the distance while you are left chasing tampax that have now rolled in every direction. Don't pretend you don't know what im talking about. Now this has been happening to women for years and years and it has become something we have learned to just shrug off and accept- that is until now. Finally someone has taken some incentive and come up with a really lovely solution to every girls cringe moment. Enter Ava  Secrets.

" The gorgeous tins keep your Secrets neatly and discreetly in your bag or bathroom meaning no more flimsy packaging, embarrassing spills or damaged tampons. Ava Tins are reusable and are perfect for storing little treasures such as hair clips, buttons and pins. Refill boxes are also available for when your tins run empty." 

These little beauties are available at all Clicks stores nation wide

Sunday, June 20, 2010


today I thought I would open with a cracker to lift you out of your monday blues seude shoes and into something a little more comfy and delicious like the Latest Lonny Mag . So open up a spread sheet and make like you are doing some very very important work and secretly pour over this beautiful magazine and let your monday blues float away- but don't let your boss see.

I am totally besotted with this bed's vibe

Friday, June 18, 2010


I don't care if their food goes straight to my ass, with ads like this I feel it is a dis-service not to support Nandos.


Im not sure if you remember, but a while back I mentioned that the photographer and I were planning a little rendezvoux with his camera- at the bottom of a pool. Well it just so happens that we managed to sink model Megan Galt in rather a beautiful fashion. I am very excited about how well these piccies came out- do you like? 

Photographer: Bryan Powell   Stylist: Lexi B   Make Up: Candice Drury


I am totally smitten with Donna Wilson 's tea towels I mean how hilarious is that mans funny beard? They make me excited about drying stuff.


You will all be happy to know that I am not infact dead, trapped inside a fiery dragons tummy or living in an igloo in the north pole. I have recently resurfaced from the inexplicably paralysing and horrifying fiery depths of internetlessness. I never thought I would see the day that my connection would be up and wizzing busily through cyber-space again. I actually thought this really was the end. But then Fazim- from Vodacom 4 U - arrived armor clad on a galloping white stallion and pulled my flailing arms from the fiery doom I was about to submit to and now everything is back to normal- thank gaaaaad. and maybe Fazim too.