You would not be mistaken for calling me girly. As a child I played with dolls, sylvanian families, my little ponies. I bake, I like wearing pretty things, I get excited about new earrings, I have been known to scrapbook, I look forward to flying for all the time I can spend gazing longingly at…
I’ve not always been a big fan of the New Year. It always seemed quite a headache to organise the party – where, who, what. And then stay up all night trying to make it “a night to remember” and then sleeping your way through the whole of the first day of the year, only…
Our (ikea-purchased) tree is up. The decorations are out. The Christmas market on our doorstep has been in full swing for weeks and still making feel all warm and fuzzy despite the lack of parking it creates. I’ve been given mulled wine at work already (it made me feel horribly sick – I think they…
Saturday was our Thanksgiving celebration at our home. Marissa came over at 10am and spent the day preparing and cooking and basting the turkey. I made two desserts (here and here) which both worked out more or less ok (although both needed longer in the oven than stated) and was general little kitchen helper. The…
I forgot to put on my ring today. I only usually take it off to shower, not because I’m worried I’ll lose it down the drain but more because it gets tangled in my hair when I’m shampooing… But it usually goes straight back on after all the suds have been washed away and so…
Every other Monday night I teach English at an asylum residential centre just down the street from where we live. The centre is run by an NGO within the government system and about 90 people can live there at any one time. (There’s another centre a few blocks away run by the government that apparently…