…celebrate! Ooh yeah, ooh yeah…

Sorry all, just busting out a bit of Madonna there to celebrate the fact that we are indeed going on holidays today.

We’re off on a cruise around NZ and everyone is VERY excited. You can see by this picture of Max (my littlest guy)…


This photo was taken at 5.45am this morning, and as you can see Max is fully dressed – including his shoes. He has counted down the sleeps and as far as he’s concerned this holiday starts NOW!

I’m not sure whether I’ll have the chance to post from the boat – Internet availability can be unpredictable. So if I don’t – see you in 2 weeks when we get back!

Rach xxx

Shopping Substitute

Well three days after Christmas and I’m officially broke. Totally, bone-crunchingly skint. I don’t know about you, but I feel like I’ve been quietly hemorrhaging cash like some sort of leaky credit wagon since the calendar ticked over into December.

And this would be fine – I mean there’s still enough left-over Christmas ham to see us through for a good few weeks – except for the fact that it means that I miss out on the Boxing Day sales. Not for me the push and shove at the David Jones 50% off rack, or the steely eyed bargaining over electronics at RT Edwards.

But… instead of giving in to self-pity and wallowing around like a grumpy walrus (thanks to the afore-mentioned Christmas ham) I have found a solution!!!!


It’s Pinterest – the perfect shopping substitute for the “credit-challenged” or just plain broke. For those of you not convinced, here’s how it works…

1. No crowds – which means not having to put up with hordes of crazed fellow consumers careering around your local Westfield like psychotic wildebeest.

2. No spending – which means no post purchase guilt and credit card repayments which are not mistaken for the debt of a small independent republic

3. Unlimited choice – if you follow any number of the zillions of popular fashion pinners on Pinterest you will be inundated with a selection of clothes, shoes, accessories and jewelery that is so much nicer than the “reduced to clear” tables offered by pressured retailers. Or if electronics, technology or homewares are your thing you can get the jump on the next big thing – without the expense!

4. Almost identical rush – now I’m no bio-chemist or molecular scientist, but the feeling I get when I find something awesome on Pinterest is exactly the same “gotta have it” feeling I get when I see something gorgeous in a shop. And I’d put it out there that “pinning” said item is nearly as satisfying as the post-purchase euphoria you get with real shopping.

Look I’m not saying it’s perfect. After all you’ll always be able to taste the difference between Coke and Diet Coke.

But what I am saying that if you can’t have the real thing then Pinterest is a very satisfying second. Not only that – you can go back to all those things you pinned when you get paid for an instant “must buy” list

It’s like lay-buying your future fabulousness today!

Now if you’ll excuse me… there are some sequined skirts with my name on them that need to be pinned to my “My Style” board, stat!

A Labour of Love

imageChristmas Eve afternoon and I’m sharing a touching moment with Brook my partner of 11 years. It’s a familiar scene, one that is played out in Australian homes every year the night before the most important day of the year.

After a brief but intense hug I look deep into the eyes of the man I love.

“You know you don’t need to do this. We’ll make it through… somehow” I say.

But he knows this is our last chance so he gently touches my cheek he reassures me “Don’t worry darling, Ill be fine, really I will.”

He squeezes my hand, squares his shoulders, and with his eyes cast to the horizon he strides stoicly out the door to the car.

Now, the wait begins. The afternoon shadows draw in and the minutes seem to drag endlessly as I worry about whether he’ll be successful in his mission, and if he is at what price.

Then 40 minutes later he returns, just when I’ve all but given up hope. His step is weary as he mounts the front steps and he seems older than when he left.

“Darling, how did you go?”, I ask as he staggers through the door. He drops the heavy load he is carrying and slumps against the door frame.

“Never again” he pants. “I cannot go to Dan Murphy’s on Christmas Eve ever again. It’s like Night of the Living Dead in there, full of lost souls condemned to wander the aisles and hauling cartons of average wine behind them. I was lucky to make it out of there you know”.

“I know,” I console him. “But what’s the alternative? I don’t know about you but there’s no way I can wrap all the kids bloody Christmas presents without a drink”.

And since I still haven’t techincally started this mammoth task I’d better get on with it!

Merry Christmas everyone 🙂

Cooler Confidential


Hello and welcome to my very exciting first post! Exciting for me obviously, I realise that anyone else who reads this will probably want to hold off on the excitement until they’ve read more than the first line.

I decided to include this photo of me for two reasons. Firstly, I think it’s always nice to be able to put a face to a name when meeting new people. And secondly, as you will no doubt have noticed, I am enjoying possibly the MOST inappropriate drink of all time.

No… your eyes did not deceive you. It is indeed a West Coast Cooler. And yes they do still make them – you can find them in most bottle shops shunted to the outer reaches of the alcopop section. Looking slightly sheepish in the company of intimidating Smirnoff mixes and elegant Midori concoctions. But still, defiantly, there in all their 80’s throw back glory.

And for any younger readers who are still trying to work out what I’m on about – this is what ladies drank the FIRST time high-waisted jeans were in fashion.

In my defence I have to say that West Coast is not my usual tipple of choice – in fact I probably have them about once a year. (As I wrote that last line I thought I heard a very faint chorus of “yeah, right” echo through the night).

So why tonight? It could be because I’m feeling a little hung-over from my work Christmas party yesterday, and their sickly-sweetness makes them a non-challenging choice.

But the main reason is that I couldn’t think of a better way to christen this very innappropriate blog than with the mother of all inappropriate drinks.