DAY 79: RUN…

CW: Weight loss, shitty relationships When he went all quiet and sulky on me for three hours, and I begged and pleaded and cried at him to tell me what was wrong, what I had done, what could I do, he eventually told me that he thought I was getting too fat. So then after…

DAY 77: KEYS…

Around my neck I carry the keys to the world. Antique keys that I seek out whenever I’m in another city that speaks to my soul. Old and rusty, strange and curious shapes, from eras and possibly buildings, belonging to people, that are long gone. An intricate and ornate, swirling, gold plated key from the…

DAY 76: WALLS…

I don’t understand how you can just have two or three pictures on your wall. Picture. Gap. Gap. Picture. Gap. Clock. Gap. Gap. Gap. Picture. How do you look at all that…space? How does your mind and imagination drift as you get sucked into the imagery, the fantasy of the art, the memories of the…

DAY 74: COCO’S WORDS…

Wasn’t it Coco Chanel who said something like “before leaving the house, look in the mirror and take one thing off”? I guess some people might laugh and say “but I’m a minimalist, chic, streamlined, design guru and I exit solely in white Uniqlo singlets and $500 jeans, to do that would leave me half…

DAY 73: ZURI DRESS…

My biggest gripe with the sustainable fashion movement, apart from how expensive the pieces are, is how bloody dull and boring they are. I know that the idea is to make your piece versatile and multi-purpose so it can take you from boardroom to playground to coffee to some forced date night that your marriage…

DAY 70: MARMITE SPAGHETTI…

You should always have one recipe in your repertoire that can be made with the absolute minimal of effort, in the shortest time, on the tightest of budgets, from store cupboard ingredients, that’s delicious, comforting, warming and like a hug for the soul. That can be made through tears, crippling heartache and whilst on the…