Dating Etiquette - 10 Things I hate about you

By a girl who has experienced every horrific dating experience known to womankind.

10 things men should NEVER do on dates.

1. Be late

2. Not plan ahead

3. Comment on how expensive everything is (girls just love to know you're secretly a tight ass)

4. Joke about your date's hair/outfit/weight

5. Ignore the obvious effort your date has gone to in getting ready

6. Talk CONSTANTLY about yourself (we want to get to know you, not know your mum/aunt/cousin twice removed)

7. Ask about/talk about/hint at previous sexual partners

8. Wear thongs or singlet

9. Ask your date if she will chip in $20 for her salad

10. Not call or text her afterwards

All of these things should be self explainatory, but for some reason, every date I go on at least 4 of these awkward things crop up. If you don't believe me, try ignoring my advice and see how many second dates you get.

How to lose a girl in five days. By Tahnee Brahim, published by Frock Paper Scissors 2010

How to lose a girl in five days

By Tahnee Brahim

There comes a time in every single girl’s life when she asks herself: “Is it me? Or is it the entire male population?”

While there are a few good men out there (some of them on the Frock Paper Scissors team!), there are also a lot of poor fellows running around dateless, due to the fact they have no idea about what women really want, or how to treat them.

So as one of these single girls, my time has come to educate mankind on the dating myths.

Concept: How not to land a girl (aka the dating games boys play that girls hate).

1. Ask her out via Facebook or text. It might make her feel somewhat special to know that you scrolled through your phone/friends list and settled on her, but try calling her! Extra brownie points if you send her a pretty card or write it in chalk on the road outside her house.

2. Wait three days before you text her. The fastest way to lose a girl’s interest is to keep her waiting and wondering whether you like her or fell off the face of the earth. Making a girl wait is a guaranteed black mark next to your name. In this day and age there is no excuse for being late to a date, not sending a follow up text/email/Facebook notification afterwards or never calling her again.

This is the way a girl’s mind works when a guy follows the three-day post date rule:

Day 1: Last night was so great, I can’t wait for the next date. He hasn’t called yet, but maybe his phone died or he’s gone over his cap. No big deal.

Day 2, AM: I wonder why he hasn’t called. Maybe there’s been some sort of family emergency or he went out of town for work…

Day 2, PM: Why doesn’t he like me? He still hasn’t called, but he was online on Facebook, and ignored me when I talked to him? Maybe he forgot he was logged in.

(By this point, the girl of your dreams has likely called a slew of girlfriends who have told her that you don’t know what you’re missing out on and you’re a fool for not contacting her.)

Day 3: I can’t believe I wasted time on him! He has weird earlobes and chews with his mouth open.

Many girls will look for faults in a bid to get over a date that may have been exceptional, but lacked any follow-up contact. If the date didn’t go as you had hoped, get in touch and suggest doing something as friends. Don’t lead girls on. It’s rude.

3. Treat them mean, keep them keen. When has this ever worked? There is nothing worse than being horrible to a girl because you think it will make them like you. It might have been the courting method du jour in primary school, but there’s a good chance you won’t get far with the same philosophy once you are over the age of 10.

The next time you’re considering being horrible to a girl because “it will win her over”, remember: when girls get treated poorly by guys, they tell their friends about it. Keep that in mind, just in case you ever want to date a girl who may have heard about your poor dating manners.

4. Promote the belief that chivalry is dead. Ever heard the saying “It’s the little things that make all the difference”? Girls like to be treated as ladies, so opening a door for your date or pulling out her chair says a lot about your character.

5. Ask her to pay. Nine times out of 10, a girl will readily pay her own way, but it doesn’t hurt to at least offer, especially if you have asked her out on a date. If she insists on paying for herself, let her, but at least make the gesture to pay until you are told otherwise.

:)

Style Stalking

For those of you who are friends with me, you will know it's not unlike me to take stalker pictures and put them on facebook. For those who aren't, I take stalker photos and put them on facebook.

However, my facebook is clogging up with hundreds of pictures that are just unneccessary.

So, here are some of them. Enjoy.

Child wearing a chair as a hat.

They will do great things.

"You're nothing but a tramp from the valley Brooke" - Quote on the bottom of the mug. Brilliant.



Too lazy to push the trolley. And only one bag in said trolley. Kids today... sigh.

It concerns me where the child from this car seat ended up.. surely not the one walking next to him?





Happy Tuesday Night

So, in all the fuss that is moving house, jobs, friendships from one suburb to the next, it's quite exciting to meet someone new who makes you smile.

This guy is friends with everyone and effortlessly cool and leaves you awestruck when he sings.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_kn1kFYoJU8

He speaks through his music, and has made my day.

Have a look.

Nail Salons

I bite my nails.

I always have, and yes it's a filthy terrible habit, but hey we've all got one (and there are some far worse than nail biting).

A few weeks ago I was really good and didn't bite my nails for ages, and they grew really long and pretty. Then I bit them.

So that's the back story as to how I ended up in "American Nails".

You have a lot of time to think in nail salons, and here's what makes me uncomfortable in nail salons.

1. You cannot just look at the price list at the front desk. Immediately, a staff member comes up and then penetrates your personal space asking what service you would like.

2. When there is only one other person sitting in the row of 10 stations getting their nails done, the staff member seats you next to them.

3. After telling the lovely and helpful asian staff member at the front counter what you want, you are led to a station that is wide enough for a size 8 and under, otherwise you bump elbows and handbags with whoever is nearby.

4. The interaction between the staff and myself always goes 1 of 3 ways. The first, is that they have broken or stilted english and say nothing. The second, they have broken or stilted english and won't stop talking to me, resulting in lots of 'oooh' 'ahhh' and awkward laughter on my part. Or three, and my personal favourite, when I ask a question slowly and distinctly such as 'Is acrylic or gel better?', to have them answer me in perfect english.

5. Once you are taken to the back of the little salon to get your nails painted and put under those weird UV lamps, you are forgotten about.

6. There are magazines everywhere but how the hell do you read them without trashing your nails?

7. When you ambitiously read them and trash your nails, the staff member who has completed your service yanks your hand back and then starts muttering in their native language.

8. When the staff talk in their own language across the salon at each other and laugh.
I nearly always think its about me.

9. When you leave the salon and your nails are still slightly wet and you trash them. Do you go back inside and ask them to fix it? Or traipse around for 2 weeks with buggered nails.

10. When you have to pay but your eftpos card is in your wallet at the bottom of your epic handbag and the staff member has to find it for you.

Running.

I really like Lorna Jane clothing.

I dislike the fitting rooms and the super perky size 8 athletic model type sales assistant pestering me about what I need the Lorna Jane garments for.

It's not that I don't like working out. It's that I get bored easily. I get bored in gyms.

And I need a super tough personal trainer who won't buy my 'I have a cold' or 'I have an exam to study for' excuses.

I recently signed my gym membership over to my super sporty younger brother on the basis that 'I'm moving closer to the city'.

Woman on the phone at Genesis didn't buy that one though (although it is actually true) and consequently suggested I transfer my membership to the gym that is closer to the city. No deal love. There's just no point.

However post fashion week and pre summer I'm feeling a little bit like I need to get my ass into gear, thus leading to my horrific first workout of Spring.

So on go the joggers and Lorna Jane workout gear (admittedly a little more snug then usual) and I sprint out the door.

That was my first mistake.

Note to self: When one hasn't run in 6 months, one must not sprint anywhere prior to stretching/walking/valium.

As I'm new to my neighbourhood I went on a whim and ran down my street and to the right. Arms pumping, feeling fantastic about myself and knowing that I've already burnt off the pre-run lollies. That feeling lasted to the end of the street, for as I turned right there was a slight incline.

In all my glory I thought 'Yeah bring it on, I can handle it'.

Turns out I could, it was the 60 degree incline heading down the hill on the other side I struggled with because naturally, everyone in Australia happened to be hanging out on the sides of Narthanya St, watching the world / me go by.

I have this weird thing when I run, in that I only run if people can see me, and even then it's mortifying as I tend to run like a spastic fairy on crack.

So as everyone watches me run down the hill ( at a bloody fast pace might I add ) I finally reach the bottom.

Do a few stretches, acting like I'm a pro, preparing to walk back up the mother of all hills, when I turn and see all of Australia, still watching. Deep breath in and I proceeded to "run" back up the beast, and finally what felt like 4 years later I made it to the top, and consequently threw up.

 You are welcome Narthanya St.

Here's my thoughts on running/jogging/people who go walking:

1. Stay left, unless overtaking.

2. Don't huff and puff like a hillbilly train unneccessarily. I mean really, shhh.

3. Just because lycra is designed to be fitted, doesn't mean you should go down a size. I see far too many asses eating bike pants and it's just not pretty.

4. I know I rave a lot about how one looks for various events and what is appropriate/ super inappropriate, so I feel I should indulge this little known fact: I workout with no make up on and my hair in a bun. There, it's out there in the world now. If however, you find yourself taking longer to get ready for a run then for a cocktail party, stay home and have a drink. Because when you walk so as not to sweat and ruin your make up, you annoy everyone. Particularly me.

5. Don't leer at me from your car, hero, especially if it's some 'super tough macho man' car with a ridiculous bass and music no one can understand, because I will vomit in front of you, and it won't be pretty, and you can think about that when you go home alone tonight instead of the potentially nice conversation we could have had if you hadn't yelled 'NICE ASS RUN THIS WAY' at me and laughed with your deadhead mates.

6. If you are one of those annoying couples who can't bear to be apart, perhaps running on a single lane footpath is not the place for you, for you see if I'm running in your direction, I don't care to then run off the footpath and around you while you hold hands or share an ipod. Fools.

7. There is absolutely no need whatsoever to belt out whatever the F your listening to on your ipod as you run. Particularly if it's Justin Bieber or High School Musical, teeny bopper.

8. If you are a mad keen runner, get on a treadmill. Don't make a fool of yourself by running to the lights, pressing the button, and jogging on the spot until the little man goes green for you to cross. If you could only see yourself.

9. Sweat bands are unneccessary unless you actually intend to break a sweat.

10. Shoelaces are a bitch, your right, and I'm all for your safety. If you have a blowout though and need to stop and retie your laces, perhaps you could get off the footpath so as not to inconvenience everyone who has to run around you while your chillin in the middle of the lane.

:)

Road Rage

So, I have road rage. I guess you could say I was born with it, I always had beef with my cousin when she would overtake me on our bikes without due notice. Needless to say, now that I'm driving around Goldie Hawn (I own a gold coloured car. Sue me) I'm a bit precious when I'm on the road.

Let's rant.

1. Cyclists: Look what's up with them? I see all the campaigns about YAY CYCLISTS SAVING THE EARTH and WATCH OUT FOR CYCLISTS, here's one: WATCH OUT FOR MY CAR. IT'S MORE EXPENSIVE THEN YOUR BIKE.
2. There are footpaths for a reason; walk on them, cycle on them, for all I care you can cartwheel down them, but if a footpath is provided-for God's sake use it.
3. Parking: It peeves us all, so let's try and make it as painless as possible. A few friendly tips-don't park diagonally, it pisses everyone off. Don't give me the finger because I indicated before you, and unless you are in fact parking a semi-trailer, don't take 10 minutes to nose in park.
4. Turning corners: Again, unless your driving a semi-trailer, there is no need to slow down to 12kms an hour.
5. Stop signs/Give way signs: Please take note of them. My poor friend Jill will ultimately suffer heart failure and die if people don't. As I said, parking is woeful enough without having to wonder whether you will be side swiped by a teeny bopper who ignored the signage.
6. Horns: We all have them, we don't ALL need to use them ALL the time. Valid reasons for using a horn: being cut in front off without warning, children running across the road in front of you, a dog hanging out on the highway. Three non valid reasons: someone indicating for a carpark before you, trying to get my attention away from my ipod when I'm at a red light, or for fun.
7. Indicating: Do it. Enough said.
8. Mobile phones: SPEAKER PHONE PEOPLE. PAY ATTENTION TO THE ROAD. It's not only annoying when you sit still at a green light because the douche in front of you is knattering away about some meaningless story, but it's dangerous. Hmph!
9. P platers: Perhaps be mindful little ones that you have 4 points for 3 years. Therefore, don't get the shits when your behind cars who are in fact doing the speed limit and overtake them like a bat outta hell, don't honk your annoying little horn when your sitting in peak hour traffic, and turn your bloody Bieber down.
10. Learners: We've all been there, we know it's terrifying to be on the road, so for God's sake learn to drive in a paddock or in the back streets first.
11. Merging: Just a refresher for those who get confused; you cannot merge onto the highway at 60kms an hour. You should let cars who are trying to merge, actually merge. If it is a slip lane, don't bloody park at the end and just wait; MERGE!
12. Senior Citizens: I know you've done your part for Australia. You picked strawberries and hoed paddocks and worked 15 hour days. That does not justify you doing 40 in a 60 zone, or make it okay for you to take 15 minutes to park your car.
13. Parents with prams: I get that you've got a kid and I'm sure it's hard to saddle them up and take them out, however you can put them in a pram and wheel them, therefore you in fact DON'T need the closest parks to Westfield Chermside. Same applies for parents who DON'T have kids with them and park there anyway. (I don't have or want kids and therefore cannot park closely to any shopping complex, however I'd like to think the fact I'm going to max out my credit card shopping trumps the woman taking her ferral kids to the shopping centre to utilise the free air con)


Do feel free to add on any of your road rage issues. Vent them out people, it's healthy. Feel free to share this to facebook or twitter or whatever it is you kids do (I figured out how to add the share button today).

Drive safe.
T xx

Hilarious number plate that I saw while stuck in peak hour traffic. Fuck my life indeed.

ZUMBA

Ok, so I'm one of those girls who gets inspired every summer to join the gym and get a kick ass body.
Summer comes and it's easier to throw on a kaftan then do lunges up and down stairs. So when winter approaches I trot into Lorna Jane, past the singlets and tights; straight onto the baggy tshirts and trackpants, promising myself that I'm gonna burn that fat right off and slide into a nice pair of Bettina Liano's.

Fat chance.
So when I get asked now if I go to gym I respond with 'I have a gym membership yeah'. Feel free to borrow that one if you find yourself reading along and going 'Is she talking about me?'.

Tonight, I took the petrifying plunge back into the world of health and wellbeing (donning my baggy lorna jane singlet), with my Burberry bag in tow.

So let's start with parking. The thought of gym is painful enough without having to do a 452 point turn to get a carpark. Walking in is mortifying, especially when your following some uber hot barbie doll, and then of course, you get greeted by some bitch face receptionist who's absolutely radiating judgement.

Now the gym I go to, you walk in, and if there is someone already at the front counter you have to stand right in front of the automatic door. Then to your right is the entire cardio area where people just stare at you, and in case it's not already awkward enough, you've got to swipe your barcode keyring in one of those machines like at the train station (you know the ones, where you have to swipe something then push the metal bar and it rotates?). Basically, if you need to enquire anything (or actually use the gym for that matter) your fucked. Of course, I lost my keyring. And of course, there was a queue. So I stood like a fool in the middle of the automatic doors with everyone staring at me and bitch face receptionist giving me the once over.

Finally make it through the turntable thing (by the way, really gym?! You think someone is gonna sprint through the doors past reception for a free workout? Unlikely. Lose the turny thing), and am faced with every piece of cardio equipment being taken, and a good 20 or so men lifting weights. All well and good if your not the kinda girl who trips on flat surfaces.

Make it up the stairs (already feeling the burn mind you), and at the very top of the stairs, are 30 women waiting to get their Zumba on. I found myself a little spot by the wall near the door (cause like hell was I gonna be the last one in the room and have to stand in the front row), and facebooked. Quite proud though, one woman was so overwhelmed-I heard her say to bitch face receptionist it was her first time at gym-that she ended up scurrying back down the stairs before the class started. Not promising for the rest of us.

The best way I can break down the annoyances of gym (and Zumba, sorry to say) is to list them for you.
Brace yourself, and sorry about the foul language.

1. My understanding of Zumba is that it's like a bit of a party, you get your dance on and a good time is had by all. That's what the TV ad with the chick who looks like Baby Spice wants you to think. That's a lie.
2. Your one step away from scratching out the eyes of other gymmers for the back row.
3. I don't care how comfortable you are with your body, WEAR A FREGAN BRA. And while we're on it, gstrings are not made to be seen.
4. If your in fact an experienced salsa dancer, or any kind of dancer for that matter, fuck off. I can barely figure out the forward-and-back step without you in front of me sashaying around like your Beyonce.
5. Don't talk to me, please. I don't need to know why your here.
6. Just because you have a microphone attached to your head, it doesn't make you Britney Spears. Let's keep the singing to a minimum.
7. When you ask for anyone who hasn't done the class before to come to the front, I will lie to you and say I have.
8. I can't speak for the rest of  the class, but if you scream 'PUSH IT HARDER' at me one more time, I will take my shoes off and throw them at you.
9. Don't ask 'How's everyone doingggggggggggggggggggggggggg?' 30 minutes into a class. I'm sweating, puffing, and hating you. It also sets me up for failure knowing there is 30 minutes to go.
10. Seriously, don't bother explaining to me what we are gonna do before we actually do it. I guarantee you I'm not even listening.
11. Think consciously about what you wear to gym. I have no qualms about taking stalker photos and writing nasty things. That applies to you, girl with the sweat marks on your bum. I saw them.

To sum up for you, I spent 40 minutes of the Zumba class just jumping on the spot because I couldn't figure out the steps, 20 minutes hating on everyone in the room, particularly Britney Spears with her mike on stage and Beyonce in front of me, and the entire hour confused about what the point of the class was. The music ranged from Brazilian to a ballad, from country and western to hip hop, all in one hour. I couldn't figure out where the hell I actually was.

And by the way, it's nothing like a nightclub. We all know we were in a gym with 2 of the 4 lights turned off.

So looking forward to Body Balance Wednesday.
Happy dancing! xx

Faux Pas Fiend

Firstly, it's been far too long since I've blogged. This time however it's through no fault of my own, in a bid to 'lower our household expenses' my dad turned off the internet. Yep. To be fair, he was 'switching over' to a 'cheaper alternative' which on the day of installation broke down and has been 3 weeks being fixed.

I'd like to say this is a new addiction that I've formed, but that would be a lie. We all have our bad habits (Right?), and it's a well known fact I adore fashion. However, just as much as I enjoy fashion, I enjoy seeing faux pas's and making a snide remark or two. Don't pretend you haven't done it. Cue pregnant teenage girl pushing stroller in her slippers through the shopping centre and we all know there is a little bit of judgement.

I however take it one step further, and get a bit snap happy with my iPhone, and for those of you who have seen my facebook, you will see my little array/epic collection of stalker photos. It's my true love. However since not all of you are on my facebook, I thought I'd be kind and put them up here. Just a warning though, my stalker pics are not limited to people. Anything I find funny or ironic generally gets a picture taken, half of them are blurred-it's part of the stalker concept. It's hard to be subtle with my brick of an iphone pointed at someone's body.

Please God don't let me get copped with a civil law suit for this. All pictures are taken with the intent of comic value and are not to discriminate, offend, or distribute. :)

Shit hey, bit inconvenient for anyone who had that on their list.

 

See that smirk? It's cause he knows how he looks. Sorry little brother. You asked for it.

                                                

Kids today are bloody lazy. There was one bag in this trolley. Disgraceful.

P.S. Where are your pants young lady?!

Look Mooloolaba, I adore you. But honest to God, I don't get why you have painted this mural on the middle of the esplanade sidewalk. I know it's for tourist pictures, but you have to ask everyone in the near vicinity to step off the wave to take it. Priceless face on the kid in the background by the way.

Kid that chair is not a hat. Fool.

So on location for a photoshoot the photographer's car wouldn't start. Two guys pulled over, and bantered away for a solid 20 minutes about what to do. Look if you don't know, don't stop to be a hero. Keep on driving and call RACQ as you go. Shame on you.

Oh did you forget to put your top on? This is not a gym. I don't care how comfortable you are with your body, there's just no need to traipse around shirtless in a food court.

This sign, was at the top of a caravan park. The caravan park is right next to the main road, if there was an emergency, would you seriously assemble at the top of the caravan park for roll call?

Ridiculous.

Primary school is bad enough without subjecting kids to this. Shame on you Sydney.

Visible bra straps. Fail.

Moving out of the shopping centre?

Or moving in?

Ow.

So, I had foot surgery Thursday. It sucks. Here's a little run down of the morning.

Mad Cow number plate. Who is she kidding?

Not so appropriate hospital attire: Black tights, combat boots, Steve Madden leather jacket, boyfriend shirt, derby hat.

Most stressed little woman in Brisbane, got 9 signatures off me in 5 minutes. I don't even know what I signed.

Allergic to penicillin, actifed and demazin. I fell asleep with my face on this wristband and woke up with it printed on my face. Classy.

Lovely hospital gown.

Booties.

The result of too much botox. Dodgy extensions, delirious, puffer fish lips. Ughhhhhhh.

And 20 minutes after being discharged, Dad dragged (literally dragged) me to the pub for lunch.

Yuck.

How do I loathe you? Let me count the ways.

Ok so here's the thing. As much as I aspire to be a deeply fabulous fashionista who trots around in Jimmy Choo's and calls everyone darling, unfortunately one must pay her bills while one attends uni.

So, I spend my Friday nights, Saturday nights, pretty much every weekend working at the local cinemas.
I know what your thinking, great perks to the job-free movie tickets and all you can eat popcorn.
Yeah no. CheapER tickets, cheapER candy bar stuff, a new found hate for being at the cinemas late at night.
So, my dislike list of cinemas/customers/customer service/people.

1. No, you can't have free tickets. Why? Because you can't walk into City Beach and get a shirt for free can you.
2. No, you can't have a discount. Why? Because you can't walk into City Beach and debate that you have a pension card or you lost your ATM card or that you can't afford the shirt and pants so can one be please be free.
3. I don't care for children and don't want to get to know yours, so no, I will not babysit your child while you go to the toilet, no, I will not supervise your 5 year old because you don't want to see Toy Story and you think they can go on their own, and no, I don't find it cute that your child is screaming and crying, so don't give me attitude about not offering your spoilt brat any sympathy.
4. There is no such thing as a super extra massive jumbo mega drink. Small, medium, or large.
5. If your obese, and purchasing half of what we stock in candy bar, don't try and cover it up by saying 'ohh and um the drink and popcorn umm thing?'. It's a large combo that you just ordered, we both know that.
6. I'm not paid enough to clean up your kid's vomit. So don't even bother asking, because all your getting from me is the spill kit and a disapproving expression.
7. Prices are subject to change without notice. I, do not personally set the prices, so don't give me shit about the cost. I'm not holding a gun to your head demanding you purchase the tickets, so if you don't like it, go bowling instead.
8. For about two years now, there has been allocated seating. Again, not my fault. So when I ask where you would like to sit, and you say 'on my ass', don't be offended if my response is 'yes of course you want to sit on your ass, on a chair in the cinema, but your choice is front middle or back'.
9. Furthermore, if you give me a smart ass response about where you want to sit and I don't laugh, there's no need to joke with your movie date that 'she doesn't get it'. Trust me, I do. It just hasn't been funny since the first time I heard it 6 months ago.
10. Don't give me your cinebuzz after we have finished a transaction. You missed your chance.

T xx

Wicked...

...IS COMING TO BRISBANE IN JANUARY 2010!

I'm so happy I could melt.

You can join the waiting list for tickets at http://www.qpac.com.au/

:) xx

Lookville

Ok so for some unfathomable reason, a lovely lady in San Fransisco read my blog. I don't know whether she read it or whether I got spammed, but regardless, I got sent an 'exclusive invite' to this site called Lookville.
We all know curiosity killed the cat, but I couldn't help myself and followed the link.

And I'm in love. People on lookville love me far more then people on blogger.com and facebook do, and hell let's not even go there with my twitter and myspace.

I don't think I post very interesting things, I'm more so with the pictures, and this Lookville site requires me to upload a picture, talk all about it, and that's it. I've been on the site for only 24 hours, and already people from the US and heaven knows where else have been commenting my 'looks' with compliments, new ideas on how to style my outfit, and directing me to other creative souls to follow.

It's heaven. I STRONGLY recommend it, just don't steal my thunder and get more followers then me.

You can check out my page at lookville.com/dearheart

:) xx

One Tree Hill

So I've developed a really unhealthy obsession with One Tree Hill.
It started a few years back when it was all the rage, and then after season 5 I exercised much self control for the sake of uni and let's face it, you can't live through tv.

Then of course, I finished uni for the semester, and decided it was well and truly time to crank out season 6.
Consequently, I've sat in front of my tv for the past 4 days watching it, and I have to say, I feel like I've learnt some valuable lessons.

1. The lollipop head look is apparently very in.
2. It's okay to say what's on your mind.
3. No one cares who you were in high school, it's who you become afterwards that people remember you as.

and finally,
4. When you don't get your way. Cry, and dramatically slam a door.

Sex and the City Launch 3

Photography by Tim Harris; my kick ass gift bags, the only time I will EVER walk on a catwalk again, incredible designs by Allanah Sarafian of House of Arax on beautiful model Jillian, and Kellie modelling for Vivid Streetwear.

Sex and the City Launch 2

Photography by Tim Harris; my little assistants in our dingy fire exit changeroom, our four labels, and my darling male models who felt it appropriate to throw back a few bottles of alcohol pre-show. Bless.

Sex and the City Launch 1

Photography by Tim Harris; my styling table, beautiful models, and lovely candy bar assistant Jack.

Harper.

So this little ragdollxpersian kitten came into our lives 2 weeks ago, and we've shared a few interesting moments with her. In true fashion, she adores my Steve Madden heels, Napoleon Perdis nailpolish, sits in my Guess luggage when I'm off to work, detests my law book and has a bit of a thing for the wizard of oz. Did I mention she also supervises me when I do model sheets up for runway shows? Bless her.

I'd like you to meet Harper.

Random act of kindness.

There's this fabulous group called Wake Up Sydney! and they have these little things called kindness cards. The concept is that you do an anonymous act of kindness, and leave the card behind. Ideally, the recipient will then do an act of kindness for someone else, passing on the card as they do so.

Visit http://www.wakeupsydney.com.au/ and order your 5 free kindness cards, it's such a lovely feeling taking the first step to a kinder world.

My mum moved into her new house just before Christmas and didn't have enough money to plant her gardens, so off my brother and I went to Bunnings and replanted her backgarden with all her favourite flowers.

My lovely friend Eadie for some reason that I don't remember was pushing this tyre. I think she was trying to get it from her little green Suzuki over to my car. My act of kindness was offering her encouragement.

Balloons on a friend's car for his birthday.

A photographer friend of mine Tim Harris helped me out with a uni assignment, putting lots of time and energy into creating a beautiful photoshoot and then editing pictures for a look book piece. This was my thank you to him.

Sometimes actions speak louder than words.

This old love will never die.

I think I was born in the wrong era. I have a fascination with the concept of true love, and in a society where marriages rarely last, it's nice to see little reminders like these that true love can exist. These are the little lessons we can learn from those who have gone before us.

A little something from my darling friend's backyard.

Over 35 years later, my nan still has the picture of what she wore on her first date with my pop.

That's true love.