I've been doing quite a few manicure posts lately. Sorry to those readers who are bored by them.
But I wanted to try my new green polishes from Jaztee, and put them on straight away.
Jaz, this mani is thanks to you 
So far, this summer is shaping up to be an absolutely blissful antidote to the last two summers.
The horrendous humidity and torrential downpours, interspersed with weeks of 40 degree days that typified the summers of '09 and '10 made me utterly miserable and frankly, dreading this summer.
But the perfectly balmy 24 – 26 degrees we seem to hover around (with the exception of last week's heatwave) in Melbourne keeps me in a perpetual good mood.
There are a few other things that put a smile on my face today.
Like this flower given to me by a little old man while I was waiting for coffee.
I don't usually go out on New Year's Eve.
For a few years I would have always have a bbq for friends and family, but the last few New Years have been quiet nights in for Mr K and me.
But last night, my brother was doing audio for a party and invited us, so we decided to check it out.
I needed a party manicure and so picked out the brightest bottles in my collection.
I used to keep a diary, many many moons ago.
I was always a terrible diarist, though. I'd have intentions of writing every night and then collapse into bed, promising myself, "Tomorrow. Tomorrow I will write."
The problem was I thought I had to write about "the Big Things" that happened to me. What I thought of Life's big questions, how I was changing, how I wanted to change, where my life would take me, etc. etc.
Who wants to do that every night?
Ruminating on the Big Things happens – to me – in passing thoughts snatched in the shower, in traffic, while daydreaming, or in conversation with someone in an equally thoughtful mood.
I enjoy talking about the deeper things when the mood strikes, but I don't really enjoy writing about them. I can never seem to collect my thoughts into anything not resembling an incoherent, pitiful rambling mess.
I've wanted to try the colour block tips nail trend for a while now. But I was put off when I attempted a reverse French manicure with reinforcement labels, and was left with a sticky mess of adhesive all over my nails.
So instead of using French mani stickers to paint just the tips, I decided to freehand.
Big mistake.
I stole this really, really long questionnaire from Sophia over at & etc who has the most exquisite eye for all things beautiful and dreamlike.
Being a bit obsessed with illustrating all my posts, I totally underestimated how long this would take me to do!
Which is why I've broken it up into two parts. The next 50 will come… uhhh, when I find the time.
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1: Do you sleep with your wardrobe doors open or closed?
There's no way known (okay maybe very, very drunk…and even then) that I could go to sleep with an open wardrobe.
It's very Sixth Sense, and my imagination goes into overdrive.
I have a problem.
It's a problem with my boyfriend's problem – collecting random food that he will never, ever eat.
Now, it's not like I'm some kind of food nazi who dictates every morsel of food that is allowed to cross our threshold.
I wouldn't care if he wanted to buy Hungarian rollmops to put in brandy snap baskets and garnish with chocolate coated cranberries and caraway seeds.
But just like the postage stamp-sized bench space, our pantry is completely impractical, being about 8 foot tall, 30cm wide, and 1 and a half feet deep.
Well, I suppose that's an inaccurate title for a post, because clearly I haven't tried every coffee in Melbourne. But I have drunk a lot of coffee in the inner city areas where people tend to go with the express purpose of drinking it.
And while a burnt or bitter brew will often leave me snorting about Melbourne's proclaimed title as Coffee Capital of Australia, travelling interstate does make me appreciate the ease with which you can generally find a decent coffee – often only steps apart – in this city.
Ultimately, though, it all comes down to personal taste, and mine keeps pulling me back to one place – Market Lane at the Prahran market.
I learned my lesson a few years ago that opshopping can result in a lot of unnecessary clutter and an empty wallet.
All those few dollars – $5 here, $20 there – all add up eventually.
But I still enjoy browsing when I get the opportunity, and occasionally find a gem here and there.
Like this Gorgeous eyeshadow.
I own a measly three OPI nailpolishes. In the nailpolish-lovers community, this makes me feel a bit like the poor cousin.
Or barely a member at all.
But there's a few reasons why I haven't jumped on the OPI bandwagon.
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