genius.

43 pages into this book full of wonderment and I am already hooked. Hook, line and sinker. I’ve been a fan of Zoe Foster since her fruitybeauty.com days, Primped and then Air Kisses (phew!) and when spying this bad boy in the book aisle of my local Big Dub, a small kernel of excitement formed deep inside my very being. 'This book must be read', I told myself (not aloud of course- people already think I'm weird enough). Sure enough, I took it home in my hot, little hands and began to devour every word. The way in which Zoe writes is witty, funny, approachable and downright maddeningly clever- she is heartbreakingly good! The book is gorgeous to look and full to it’s shiny brim of clever tips which cause forehead slapping and ‘Why did I not know this before’ thoughts. Pick up this book (please, no one needs to be subject to another bad fake tan again. Aren't they all bad, though? Never mind...) or check out her site here.

bonehead.

My current style crush is the lady of the moment: Lara Bingle. Albeit, she doesn't have the IQ of a rocket scientist (but hey! Who does? Apart from rocket scientists... ahem) but she does carry off any effortless and somewhat grungy cool. Add to that my odd obsession with skulls (much to the disturbance of my Nanny) and bingo! When the ep of Being Lara Bingle aired showing Lara's birthday tables adorned with decorative skulls and I was in skeleton heaven. I picked up a couple of plastic skulls from eBay (will eBay ever disapoint?), some silk peonies off Esty (again, Yay for internet shopping and accidently loading money onto your credit card just ripe for the spending) and some pretty, little shells from my corner $2 store. Add some white matte spray paint, a lot of superglue (mostly on my fingers) and wallah! I have to admit I have even impressed myself.

365 good mornings and good nights of happiness.

For as long as I care to remember I've never been so easily decided about a person. The moment I began to take interest in the mysterious opposite sex brought with it ums, ahs and carefree flings. And that was the stone-set way until I met the delightful and strange human being I now refer to as my other half. And the last 365 days with this person has offered no ums, ahs or even close comparisons to a fling. I am truly, deeply and madly sure. I can rest easy for the remainder of my days knowing that I am extremely lucky to have met the person I want to anchor myself to and not let go.

 For my first and last one year anniversary, we decided to do something a little special. There is a lookout high above the coastal city of Wollongong in Sydney's south called Mt Keira. It offers breathtaking, eagle-eyed views of the city and a quiet place to steal a kiss or two. For years (not unlike the Parisian Lover's bridge where Carrie and Big share a moment ), lovers have fastened padlocks to the lookout fence to declare their affections. A year or so ago, the local council took to the locks with a pair of boltcutters (vicious or practical- you be the judge) but we decided to take our chances and fasten our very own love lock to the fence. 

Our 365th day together finished with a decadent feast at Thiroul local haunt Samuels. The food there is literally straight from heaven. Lime aoili and prawns, melt in the mouth beef cheek, salsa and the flakiest of fish and the mash! Do not underestimate the humble potato mash. It is like eating a cloud, a delicious cloud. Not forgetting desert- chocolate fondant begging to be eaten and lemon crème brule with salted caramel. Not licking the plate clean required a double dose of willpower.

365 days of pure, simple and bloody delicious happiness.