tra·peze (tr -p z , tr -) n. 1. A short horizontal bar suspended from two parallel ropes, used for gymnastic exercises or for acrobatic stunts. My mum is the first person who will tell you that I’m a great catch; good hair, big smile and a quirky sense of humour—with interpretive dance moves thrown […]More
Writer | Traveller | Dreamer. A lesson in contrasts; I am a hopeless romantic and a commitment-phobe; a homebody and a wanderlust sufferer. I have an obsession with striped t-shirts, distressed denim and cocktail dresses and survive mostly on grilled cheese sandwiches.
“You are only young once, but you can stay immature indefinitely.” ― Ogden Nash. I knew it was a strange request for a birthday present, but I made it none the less—could someone please get me a space hopper? Ask and you shall receive. On my 30th birthday I unwrapped a bright pink space hopper. For […]More
Once upon a time, I built a barbecue. Not from bricks and mortar mind you – it came in a box from Bunnings, but it was in pieces; many, many pieces. With the aid of my trusty steed screwdriver, I followed the instructions and within hours had a fully functional barbecue sitting in my kitchen […]More
In the lead up to my 30th birthday in June, I set myself the task of writing a bucket list. It was kind of a birthday present to myself because I realised had 365 days which I could use wisely, wildly or waste. To call on that old cliche ‘time flies when you’re having fun’, I thought it was time to get off […]More