League of Her Own




Gigi is one of the most thoughtful people I have ever met.  In all the years I’ve known her she never ceases to amaze me.


It was our good friend Kate’s birthday the other weekend. If you follow Notsopeachie on Instagram, you would’ve seen the sea wench costume I wore.  It was a pirate theme birthday not that I need an excuse to dress as a wench.


I enjoy buying presents for friends but I feel that it gets harder and harder every year.  I bought Kate a Pandora charm.  Some of you will be thinking, oh that’s nice a Pandora charm.  But wait till you read what Gigi got her.


Kate opened Gigi’s present.  It’s a picture frame and inside real flowers arranged into a pretty picture.  I said “That’s pretty Gigi where did you buy that from? She said “I made it using the flowers from Kate’s wedding bouquet”.  My reaction, WHAT THE F***.  WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?  She had dried the flowers from Kate’s wedding bouquet from a year and a half ago and made a piece of artwork with it.

Rose chose that moment to ask me what I did with my bouquet I got from being Maid of Honour at Rachel’s wedding in January.  I answered as quickly as I could “I chucked it out”.  I could feel my heart sink I felt SO horrible.  I felt like the worst friend ever.


One birthday Gigi made me a binded menu and when I opened it up it had three entrées, mains and desserts with pictures. My present was I got to choose an entrée, main and dessert and a day for her to come over and cook it for me.  Another birthday she burnt her finger tips making fortune cookies where she hand picked quotes especially for me.


She made me a shoe box full of them.  All my friends buy me wonderful gifts and I’m very lucky to have such thoughtful friends.  I think with Gigi she puts in so much time and effort with her gifts it’s very touching.


I think Gigi should start a business selling gift ideas for everyone who struggles to think of what to buy people especially for heart felt gifts.


So readers, do you have a friend who comes up with amazing gifts every time? What do you think about a company that offers gift ideas?


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Maid Of Honour…..I Got This!


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When my friend from school asked me to be her maid of honour I was so stoked.  This was going to be so much fun. I have never been a maid of honour before but I love organizing and weddings and I was confident that I could help her and make the whole experience memorable.  I think my words were, I got this!

Rachel isn’t my first friend to get married so I had a little idea of what I was getting myself in.  Brides to be change their minds about what they want frequently, just because they want something today doesn’t mean they will want it next week.  Brides to be can justify anything they want bad enough for their special day, no matter how much it is or how unobtainable it is by simply saying the famous words “How many times an I going to married? once”.  Everything for the wedding has to be perfect.  The words beautiful, elegant and perfect are used a lot.  If the bride to be doesn’t have love hearts in her eyes it’s not making the cut.

I went wedding invitation shopping with Rachel.  We walked into this shop, it was massive with walls covered in wedding invitations.  It was so overwhelming there were so many to look at.  The shop assistant said to pick out three you like and put them on the counter and I’ll give you a quote.  The first challenge was to pick three out of one hundred to chose from.  Than Rachel was informed if she buying less than a hundred invitations she can’t chose any from this wall and because she wanted to allow six weeks RSVP the invitations on this wall couldn’t be made in time.  We left the store hating all of them.

I love shopping, I really really do love shopping and not just clothes shopping all types of shopping.  Food shopping, shopping for socks, infusers and cactus but I’m not loving bridesmaid dress shopping.  Trying on dress after dress, dresses that have so many layers, dresses I couldn’t work out the front from the back. I tried to embrace it by having fun after all it’s not everyday I get a whole shop to myself and get offered champagne.  Normal shopping just doesn’t cut it anymore.  Its like I’ve flown first class and now have to go back to economy.

What I really disliked the most about bridesmaid shopping is I couldn’t zip up most of the dresses I tried on.  Isn’t it the worse feeling when you don’t fit into something you know you should?  It infuriated me so much that I made a vowel to myself that I would not buy anymore clothes till I lost a dress size.

I’ll keep you posted, watch this space.


So readers, do you have any advice to give me on being a bridesmaid?

What The Year 2014 Meant For Me

It was this time last year I was with Heba reading the 2014 horoscope for Aquarius and to sum it up, it said that the first half of my year wasn’t going to be any fun with no rewards – it was going to be all about work…work and more work. Things would get a bit better after July. Nothing that I read was hopeful nor exciting to make me look forward to 2014 and that’s when I said to Heba ” I’m going to prove the horoscope wrong, I’m going to have a great year “.  

It turned out I didn’t really need to try that hard after all because the good times just kept coming. Every week I had some fun event on, I got to meet great people, make new friends, I stuffed my face, put on weight and let my hair out, more than I probably should have. I didn’t worry about much like I normally do, I was all smiles and laughs. I enjoyed the ride because I knew the ride would eventually come to an end just like all good things. My ride lasted for ten months, I enjoyed every second and always reminded myself not to take any moment for granted. It was turning out to be one of the best years I’ve had in quite some time. 

In November the ride ended. I did something which I have wanted to do for years but have always been too scared…I finally got braces! It was one of my New Year’s resolutions. It was awful, I felt every second of every minute for the first ten days but I am proud of myself for going through with it. 2014 had gone by so quickly till the day I got my braces. It was so rewarding and memorable to see my teeth move within the first week of having them.

At the same time my Grandma and Nana had been admitted into two different hospitals for different reasons.  It’s a coincidence you just don’t ever hope for. My parents were away on holiday at the time which only added to the stress.  

I thought I hated hospitals but I realised after my Nana got moved to a nursing home (for rehabilitation for her broken leg) that I hated nursing homes more. My Grandma unfortunately didn’t improve even though I was positive she would. She sadly passed away twelve days before Christmas and less than twenty-four hours from my Grandfather’s anniversary.  I discovered during this period that I come from a long line of strong women.  My Grandma made us laugh until her final days – she was always a character.  


One day I overheard a group conversation on the train about Christmas. One of the ladies said her Dad told her Christmas is fun when you’re a kid and when you have kids, in between it’s just ordinary. I think I have reached the ordinary period. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy the abundance of food and catching up with people but the excitement I use to have has been lost. I did receive though enough chocolate to get me through 2015 and beyond 🙂
Our family had Christmas lunch at my Grandma’s house for the last time. Her house felt empty and was silent. There was not a noise in the kitchen and the table that always had food on it was now empty. After lunch I was off to the nursing home to visit my Nana.

By the end of December I couldn’t wait for the New Year to come. 2014 has been fun it wasn’t all bad but I needed a new start, a fresh canvas to think about all the possibilities 2015 could bring.  

To the people who have been there for me, you know who you are and hopefully you’re reading this I say thank you. I get by with a little help from my friends and I’m grateful for the amazing friends I have.   

2015 I’m ready for you … BRING IT!

Every Wedding Dress Has A Story

It has taken me a while to write this post.  You know how everything happens at once?  It’s that time of the year where everyone is getting married.  Who doesn’t love a wedding!!!  I’ve been looking forward to Kate’s wedding since the day Dan proposed a year ago.  What made this wedding extra special for me was that one of my very good friends who is such an amazing person finally found someone as amazing as her.    

On the Friday night before the wedding we checked into our hotel Noah’s On The Beach in Newcastle.  It’s a good affordable hotel with great views and yummy food.  After our buffet breakfast Gigi and I were off to the hairdressers.  I love love love getting my hair done!  The New Black Industries is a really trendy hairdresser with the friendliest staff I have ever come across.  Not only is this place ultra-cool, got friendly staff they also offer champagne!!! Now that’s what I call a really good time at the hairdressers.

 The ceremony was beautiful, the bride and bridesmaids looked beautiful, the flowers were beautiful, it was all just beautiful!  

Kate’s mum gave a touching speech, I loved the bit where she said there isn’t a lot of magic in the world, for Kate and Dan to have me at the same party which they were both not planning on going to I think is quite magical.  I couldn’t have said it better myself.  With all the evil in this world which we see on the news it’s great to enjoy an occasion where two people found love and want to spend the rest of their lives together.

 The wedding had a 50’s style theme to it.  Kate’s dress was 50 years old but had never been worn.  Sometime after the ceremony while taking photos one of Kate’s lace sleeves ripped.  Not a little rip a BIG rip, if I was Kate I would have been DEVASTATED but not our Kate.  She just kept smiling.  It didn’t faze her she kept going like the trooper she is.  After dinner it was time to dance.  It was on the dance floor where Kate ripped off both sleeves.  The dress still looked just as amazing after she ripped off the sleeves.  

What I took away from the wedding was that there are people like myself who would have let a ripped sleeve get the better of me.  I would have been on the verge of tears, it would have ruined my mood and then there’s people like Kate.  Nothing gets the better of them they always look on the bright side because it’s not the end of the world.  I remember Kate simply saying to me “The dress is 50 years old” when I noticed it with my jaw dropped.

The next time life gets the better of me I’ll remember Kate and her wedding dress.  You can let a wedding dress get the better of you or you can make the most out of the wedding dress.

So readers, do you have any great wedding stories to share? Or know someone who is a trooper like Kate?

The Artist Within

“A picture is worth a thousand words” – Napoleon Bonaparte

Someone once told me just because you’re not good at something doesn’t mean you can’t have fun doing it.  That pretty much sums up anything artistic for me.  This picture wasn’t drawn by a child, it was drawn by me – as in adult, trying hard.  I know some of you are reading this thinking no one is that bad at drawing but I can assure you I am! Who now feels better about their artistic ability? 

Even though the artistic gene skipped me, I was more than excited when the girls suggested we go to Dr Sketchys at the Arthouse Hotel.  Dr Sketchys is a live drawing class and for $25 you get entry, a drink, reserved seating, sketch pad, pencil … and a really good time!

So basically two models came out and you have two minutes to draw before they moved into their next pose.  If you thought this drawing was bad I actually slightly improved as the night went on.    This was my very first drawing attempt.

After I finished this drawing I stared at it, its moments like these where you either laugh or cry. I started laughing hysterically with a glass of wine in one hand and my sketch pad in the other. 

After a few two minute drawings they gave you five minutes to draw new poses and the models wearing different outfits.   

I knew my friends were amazing liars when they told me they liked my drawings and how abstract they were.  Lastly they gave us ten minutes to draw.  New outfit changes and poses.  I attempted to draw their clothing and accessories.  It turned out to be a really fun night and I know the girls enjoyed themselves too. 

Readers do you enjoy something that you’re not good at?  How good are you at drawing?

Could You Eat Chicken If You Had Pet Chickens?

I have been missing in action the past couple of weeks but I’m getting back into the swing of things.  A work colleague on Friday night said to me it only takes three days to break a good habit, if this is true then I have broken all of mine recently so I’m trying to get back into routine and manage my time better.  So stay tuned for my next post.  

A few weeks ago I went and visited my  friend Melissa who lives on the Central Coast, she recently bought three baby chickens.  When she first told me I thought chickens were an odd household pet but as you can see in the above picture they are pretty adorable.  

At Melissa’s house the pets run the place.  You have Luffy the cat he walks around like he owns the place and with all his winter fur he looks like a lion. You haven’t met a dog as goofy as Starlet, she’s such a happy excited dog I thought she was going to knock me over and she’s about the same height as me.  You add three chickens to the mix and shes nearly got a farm.

The chickens are now seven weeks old and are now living in the backyard in their coop but when I met them they were only three weeks old and were living in the house till they were big enough to move outside.  
The baby chickens were quite entertaining to watch to my surprise and there is more involved to them then I realized.  Melissa researched toys for chickens and she put a blank CD in their box and it stopped the chickens from pecking each other because they were too busy staring at their reflection in the CD.

Melissa started talking about factory farming and how she couldn’t imagine now after having chickens as pets how they could live in those types of conditions.  When listening to her speak so fondly about her chickens it made me wonder if she could still eat chicken.  Everyone loves chicken, I have never met a person who didn’t and I know Melissa loves chicken. When I named my dog Snickers a friend of mine made a joke could I still eat Snickers bar which is stupid because Snickers is a dog but you know it actually made me go off Snickers bars for awhile.  When I asked Melissa could she still eat chicken she said it’s becoming very hard.

Would you be able to still eat chicken if you had chickens as pets?

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun!

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I had the best week, you know those weeks that are full of laughter, eating, drinking, staying up late because you’re socializing and doing nothing mundane like cleaning? I had one of those weeks.  I want to start off by saying we need more four day long weekends with three day working weeks. 

It all started with trivia, I’m not one to play trivia normally as I think it’s for people who have a lot of knowledge and I’m not one of those people but when friends asked me to go I thought why not!  Apparently some people take trivia a bit more seriously than I do and sassy Rachel asked me to read up on Geography questions, I didn’t think it was the right time to tell her that I failed Geography.  So of course none of the questions I had learnt were asked (did you know the hummingbird is the only bird that flies backwards?) but that didn’t bother me because I was happy on a sugar high eating ice cream with caramel sauce and hundreds and thousands.  

The next night I went to Chicks at the Flicks at Event Cinemas with Eva and Gigi and saw The Other Women, I’m a Cameron Diaz fan and she was great and movie was funny and definitely worth seeing.      


Thursday night I went out for dinner at Surry Hills then ate ice cream from Messina in Rose’s car and sang Whitney songs till 1:30am because that’s just the sort of thing we do.  Fortunately the ice cream was much better than my singing.

Friday was beautiful weather so I spent the day at Bondi beach with my cousin, we did more eating than walking which was good for me considering how tired I was and we never run out of things to say or should I say I never run out of things to say.

Saturday I went to the races at Randwick Racecourse where I mastered the art of gambling.  I placed $5 bets on half of the horses racing to place and at least one of them did each time. The excitement of winning even when you really aren’t winning if you know what  mean.  I watched football at the Leagues club that night with my brother and sister even though I don’t follow the football and had no idea what was going on.  At the same time my friend was texting trying to convince me to play basketball which is hilarious because I’m 5 foot and get blisters on my fingers from carrying shopping bags.  Isn’t there a height requirement to play basketball?

Easter Sunday had lunch at Kingsley’s and dinner with Rose but this time there was no singing just talking to early hours of the morning.  


Monday came around and I didn’t get my ass out of bed till 11am.  I was so tired it was painful so all my grand plans of washing and cleaning went out the window, my thoughts came down to the bathroom and washing will still be there tomorrow.


It’s now Thursday; I’m still eating Easter eggs and it looks like I will be for quite some time, clothes have been washed but not put away, the bathroom hasn’t been touched, the place needs a vacuum and there is a dead cockroach on the floor and if I don’t remove it soon it might become a permanent resident.  

It was fun while it lasted but now it’s time to get back to the boring stuff, well maybe after Anzac day……..

Vows, Zumbo and a Croquembouche

A friend who I grew up with as a children got married on Saturday, we were neighbours growing up as kids.  It was a beautiful wedding and during the ceremony I saw my childhood flash before my eyes.  Life goes by so quickly, I don’t remember when life started to pass me by so quickly but I’ve been told it only goes quicker as you get older.  I remember busking outside of her house with her sister and my brother using Sesame Street instruments, playing dress ups, decorating the cubby house that dad built which sat in between our fences.  Hours spent playing hide n seek, water bomb fights in summer, washing our parents cars and racing our billy carts down our street.  We were always doing something and we always had the best time and now she was walking down the aisle.  

I was surprised at how many of her family members I recognized that I hadn’t seen in years. What surprised me even more was seeing Adriano Zumbo at the wedding!  The first time I saw Zumbo was on Master Chef when they had to recreate his croquembouche.  I’ve purchased his cake mixes from the supermarket and they are so good so when I discovered he had made a croquembouche for the wedding I was very excited to try it but first I had to get a photo with him.

I was shy to ask but I knew this opportunity doesn’t come around every day and I wanted to send the picture to my friends to rub it in their faces.  My big sister came up with me to ask for a photo and he was so nice about it even though it was a private function.  I’ve bumped into Nick Lachey, waved at President Obama but getting a photo with Zumbo was just as sweet.  

The croquembouche was amazing so amazing I had two pieces.  I especially loved the one that had vanilla inside over the chocolate one.  If I was the bride I would have ordered two croquembouches, one for the guests and one for me to eat later on that night in the hotel room.       

The next wedding I have coming up is my good friend Kate who I’ve mentioned before.  Her wedding is in September and I’m very much looking forward to it.  I think Kate should have a celebrity at her wedding there is no pressure or anything but I would love to take a photo with Angelina Jolie, Jennifer Lawrence or Ryan Reynolds just to name a few….

Have you taken a photo with any celebrities? Or who would you like to take a photo with?

Keep Calm And Speak On

My friend at work was telling me about her weekend during lunch in particular a Christening she went too.  Her favourite part of the Christening was the speech from baby Michael’s dad.  He was clearly nervous and hadn’t prepared a speech, he stood up in front of 60 of his closest friends and family and said “I want to thank everyone for coming I want to thank my parents because if I didn’t exist Michael wouldn’t have existed”. The room erupted into laughter.  


The day of my 21st birthday didn’t go as planned. In the morning it was raining which is the last thing anyone wants when having an outdoor function.  I had to check into the hotel in the city we were staying in that night, get my makeup done, go pick up my cake, write my speech which was meant to already been done and help put up the decorations.  The friend who I was meant to be going into the city with to check into the hotel with everyone’s overnight bags was nowhere to be seen so my other friend came along with me.  Unfortunately she is as great with directions as I am  and a 20 minute trip turned into a 2 hour trip.  This is when frantic mode kicks in.  I told my mum to go pick up the cake without me because I was running late and I had to go to my makeup appointment.  From all the frantic running around I started to sweat which is the last thing you want after getting your makeup done not to mention my hair which my best friend had curled the previous night started to go frizzy and the curls had started to drop which for my hair never happens but of course that day it did.  This only added to my stress.  I had also spent time making a photo presentation that was going to play on my TV but of course it wasn’t working and I couldn’t figure out why so I had to make do with playing it from my computer.  I was stressed, pmsing and nothing was calming me down, my mood was going from bad to really bad really quickly.


My mum came home with my cake and I was looking forward to seeing the finished product.  I had spent a lot of time in the cake shop designing and discussing every aspect of my cake.  I wanted it to look exactly how I imagined it would, pearls along the black base with little pink roses, pink and white diamond icing all around the two tiered cake with crystals and an icing figurine that looked like me sitting on the top wearing a tutu and a crown holding a bottle of champagne.  I saw the cake it was beautiful but something wasn’t right and at first I couldn’t pick it but then it hit me, my little pink roses were missing! I couldn’t understand how this had happened, a labelled diagram had been created to prevent something like this from happening, this was the travesty that unleashed the drama queen within.  


I wanted to cancel my birthday but my parents wouldn’t hear a bar of this.  They reminded me of how much this cake costed with or without the roses and how they didn’t get any birthday parties growing up so I should be grateful. 


Of course the birthday went ahead, I had a few drinks to relax me and to try and make me forget about the day’s disasters.  It was time for the speeches and I never got around to writing mine.  At this point of the night I was emotionally exhausted and drunk but I’m not one to be lost for words and I knew what I was going to say in my head.  The speech was going to be memorable, thoughtful and well spoken.  I got up in front of everyone and thanked them all for coming and then I started balling my eyes out.  The tears wouldn’t stop they just kept on coming.  The more I tried to stop crying and continue the more tears would pour out.  


Have you ever heard a bad speech? Have you given a bad speech you still cringe about till this day?


Is Sydney A Hard Place To Make Friends In?

” The best thing to hold onto in life is each other” – Audrey Hepburn

Someone told me recently Sydney is the hardest city in Australia to make friends in.  I don’t know  how accurate this information is as I don’t know where she got it from or what it is based on.  I might be biased as I’ve lived in Sydney my whole life but random people don’t seem to have any troubles approaching me to start a conversation. 

When I first started at my current job over three years ago nearly every day for the first three months someone would start a conversation with me in the lift. These people weren’t colleagues that worked in my department or even my division, they worked in completely different areas of the company and I had never spoken to them before or even knew their names.  The conversations weren’t idol chit chat about the weather, it was about their x-ray results or what should I cook for dinner tonight for my husband or I don’t know what to wear for this engagement do think I would look better in red or wear black because that’s what I’m confident in?  The girl who I use to sit next to at the time would make a joke of it because in all the time she had been there she had never experienced this so every morning she would ask me “So who did you speak to today?”

Work isn’t the only place where people approach me.  I was at Westfield Shopping Centre trying to get from one shop to the next in a timely manner while eating a banana muffin when someone grabbed my arm.  It was an elderly lady I thought she was going to ask me where a shop was but instead she said “Don’t eat that muffin you don’t want to end up fat like me” she went on to ask me how much I weighed, it’s very hard to escape from someone old enough to be your grandma without being rude.  There was also this time at the train station when a lady asked me if her dress made her look fat. I now realize how difficult it is for men when ladies ask does my bum look big in this because even when I said no not at all she still gave me this look like she didn’t believe me.  The majority of people I met are lovely.

My good Kate who I have mentioned in a couple of posts, I met her on the bus going to work around 6 years ago and we have been good friends ever since.  She was new to Sydney at the time, I love meeting new people and we can both talk for hours so we were a match made in heaven.  I never get bored of seeing people’s reactions whenever we tell people how we met because the last place people expect you to make friends is on public transport but it just goes to show that you can make a lifelong friend anywhere. 

Do you think it’s hard to make friends in Sydney?  Have you made a friend in an unlikely place or situation?