Ag May ...

Back to front... let's start with Blueberry Custard Pie. A buttery homemade pie crust, encompassing a custardy blueberry filling; topped with a streusel topping.  Once the pie crust has been made (which can done in advance) then this pie comes together quicker than you can say "a buncha munchy crunchy carrots"  (Octonauts, anyone?). This pie is awesome straight out of the oven, served with a scoop vanilla ice-cream, tea and Mark Harmon in bed, or warmed in the microwave served with a dollop of cream for breakfast the next day.  But better with Mark Harmon. I have written about this already ... actually almost a year ago today!  But I think it's worth writing about again. My little ones are growing up quickly.  Besides all the exasperated sighs, the telling off, rule after rule after rule, we're doing aw-right.  I have been having more energy, am more organised, and more open to laughing with the girls.  Something recently just clicked with m...

I'm a sucker.  And I've got an addictive personality.  And I rationalise and justify everything I do.  So, it's never a good idea for me to pick up a new hobby... aka addiction... unless it's truly good for me. I picked up the capsule wardrobe thing... good. I picked up the skincare/makeup thing... not so good ($$$). I latched onto the no shampoo thing... good. And now I'm onto the Kikki K thing... so NOT good. I'm into it.  So so so into it.  My life can be soooo much better with the help of stationary and vision boards and stickers and pens and yep... workshops. It's mid-year and I'm goal setting.  I've never been a believer in the New Year's Resolution movement, but mid-year goal setting... I'm all over that like a rash, baby. I've "invested" in a planner so that I can live each day with purpose. I've "invested" in a vision board so that I can keep motivated. And I've attended a ...

My wardrobe A while ago, I had simplified my wardrobe.   Jeans, t-shirts, runners.   Yep – simplified. And, as “young” mum, I was happy with this.   “Young Mum” in her thirties, huh?   So, let’s explain something first.   For most of my thirties, I think I’ve been stuck in my twenties.   Both in my mind and in how I look.   What do I mean by this, really?   Well, we all know how most twenty-year-olds dress.   Body confidence is high (or ignorant!).   Happy to be sloppy like a uni student; happy to dress up in a little black dress to party on; happy to don a sexy suit and glasses and face the corporate world.   No problems over here.   Except my body is no longer as pert as it was in twenties.   Imagine that – carrying three babies to full term apparently does that do you! Also, this twenty year old used to think that life was one big role play.   Throw on my corporate suit – and bam – I’m the corporat...

Hey everyone!   I’ve been thinking about my blog and what it is that inspires me to blog.   And here’s the deal… I like to write; I like to have an outlet for my thoughts (especially since I have a lot of them – like keeping track of where the number plates are up to and what ever happened to the series of number plates starting with G, H, I, J, K and L and maybe M but I’m not so sure about that one and yes, it’s just another rambling thought). Eh, excuse me, back on topic. Oh yeah, and I like to think that my thoughts and activities might be of use to someone some time somewhere.   Maybe even of use to me at a later date if I’m in need of inspiration. I originally started to blog, amongst other reasons, to document my journey into the crafts.   And now, I’ve started to view crafting as an extension to how I view my life and how I want to live at this point in our life.   So, I’m changing the focus of my blog and I hope that you can come along t...

Let’s talk makeup. Firstly, what’s the deal?   Initially, to me, makeup was just something that you put on your face.   And that it had to look like you had put something on your face so that you can be deemed an adult. Until… one day, I was surfing the internet and I came across this beauty guru .   And I fell in love.   I fell in love with how I was looking at her face and not her makeup.   I fell in love with how she made Asian features look beautiful.   In how she took her beautiful youthful Asian face and turned it into a beautiful refined Asian face.   And that was part of my revelation – while I appreciated my Asian genes allowing me a youthful appearance, I wanted to be more refined and mature at the same time.   I saw how makeup could help me reflect how I feel about myself.   Ok, maybe not so much the refined bit and more the mature bit.   Ok, ok – maybe not so much the mature bit and more not-so-young.   What...

My Journey It’s been a difficult year for me.   By all appearances, this year should not have been so difficult.   I should have been able handle the curve balls that life had thrown my way.   I mean, I did handle them, but I should have handled them with less angst and more determination, more fortitude, more me.   But I was off.   Something in me was off.   When I find that I cannot manage various circumstances that I find myself in without feeling overwhelmed and victimized, then I know that the problem is with me and not the circumstances. And so, I’ve been searching.   What is wrong?   What is wrong with me?   Why can I not manage myself the way that I used to, regardless of what comes my way.   I felt lost.   I had lost something.   I had lost faith in myself. Now we’re getting somewhere.   So, I lost faith in myself.   How did that happen and why?   How do I get it back? I looked aroun...