You totes thought I had forgotten about being a moaning b**ch every Monday right? Well no, unfortunately the taste of halitosis combined with double shot espresso greeting me across my daily catch up of Perez Hilton (.com) is still, somehow, so much worse on this particular day of the week. So, instead of being a normal human and just instagraming a hilarious (or not) quote about how much I miss the weekend, I will write an exceptionally long posts about how much better my life would be if I had [insert materialistic item of awesomeness here]. Oh, and I also do the Instagram thing too. Duh.

This Monday my list is pretty long. Considering I’m professionally trained and paid to be an “editor”, when it comes to culling down the list of things I want right now I would be better labeled a “inability to prioritise-r” or maybe even “demanding”. (Who me?! Never). It goes a little something like this…


A Normal Right Leg. Can someone please fix my knee? Seriously. Not only does it hurt like hell when I both bend AND straighten it, it has rendered me unable to do exercise (but, oddly, not unable to eat large quantities), but MOST importantly, it has swollen up to the point that I can’t fit in my new pineapple skinny jeans. So I need that to not be happening.


A Wallet. More specifically, this wallet. Preferably with large wads of cash in it. The truth is, three weeks down and my coin purse (that was oh-so sweet and handy through out Asia) is now stuffed with one and two pence pieces (grumble, grumble, pointless ruddy coins, grumble), half filled coffee cards from Pret, and receipts (that I’m attempting to keep so I can start budgeting – ha). This bright, happy-making number has space for all those cards, a coin compartment, it opens out to fit all my pesky receipts (and large wads of cash), whilst being bright enough to spot in the bottom of your bag AND small enough to pop in your fave clutch when you head out for a drink. It’s totally more of a necessity than a want. Totally. (Stop rolling your eyes mum.)


All Ruby Everything. I always talk about my love for this incredible kiwi brand, Ruby. It must be so boring for you. Because I actually have a super international readership (hey all you lovelies from all over the world) and you know what? It’s hella expensive to get Ruby shipped to anywhere but NZ. I know because I’ve looked. I’ve looked, I’ve weighed up the options, and I’ve decided its worth it. (Then I put down my wine glass and went to bed). No, but in all seriousness I miss this brand a lot; the quality is great, it fits me perfectly, I love the current collection and I seriously love the next collection. I’m pretty bloody upset that I no longer live nearby. Can someone please send me this? Oh and this? Maybe these too? Hell, just one of everything. (Told you I was grand and this “editing” business).


The Petite Kitchen Cookbook by Eleanor Ozich. This girl is incredible. She’s a blogger who turned to wholefoods and general clean eating to help her daughter (who suffers from Gut and Psychology Syndrome, read her story here). She also went to my high school and I still get this weird how-can-someone-who-sat-opposite-me-in-maths-be-doing-so-freaking-well-at-life feeling every time I look at one of her recipes. Eleanor is one of the original inspirations behind the way I (try) and eat and I think her recipes are wonderfully simple, easy to achieve and always scrumptious. When the boy and I score a cute little London pad (cough, cough), the first thing heading to my kitchen will be this book. (Well, actually it will probably be boring crap like knives and forks… but you know… this is a close second).

I will stop now, even though I could go on forever. I’m starting to feel like I’m writing a letter to Father Christmas, and if I go any further with this fantasy I might start expecting things under the tree.

I’m pretty sure I’ve been a good girl this year Saint Nicholas, so please cure my Monday morning blues and…. give me all of the cool stuffs. Ta.




Not to brag, but I’m gona brag a bit, I get told I look pretty good in hats. In fact, I look so good in hats that I didn’t even realise it was a thing to not suit hats until recently. The problem I find, with all these hats that look so damn good on me, is I never have an occasion to wear them!

I have hundreds (that may be a slight exaggeration), cable knit beanies for winter, classic floppy hats for beach trips, cute vintage boaters, bowlers, a 60s style helmet hat and even a cowboy hat! But they only seem to come out at very specific (and very few) moments in time! I’m pretty sure if I acquired one of these magnificent headpieces, it would be different.


I would wear it all the time, at any and every occasion. Heading to the beach? Gotta grab my sarong, bikini and Lack Of Color* hat, and I’ll be there. What’s that you say, Winter is here? Never fear, I have my trench and LOC hat to keep me toasty. Best friend getting married? I’m sure my pastel LOC will go great with any (and all) wedding outfits. Work event? Who needs a statement necklace, I’ll pair my ball gown with a statement hat! Suffering Monday morning blues? Well, I will sweep that bad hair day out of my eyes and cover it with my magnificent, oversized, perfectly simple and effortlessly chic Lack Of Color hat.


And even if it wasn’t different, it would be the same, but I would own a damn cute hat. That’s enough to fix anyone’s Mondayitis.

*Dad, I can literally hear you wincing from here, but I can’t help it if the company has misspelled it in their name! We can totally forgive them because they make some damn good hats ok? Ok. Good!


All images from the Lack Of Color website.

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