soul under the moon

Coolest thing ever. Made even better by Zach's shirt.

If you reside in Brisbane and haven’t checked out the We Can Make Another Future – Japanese Art After 1989 at the Gallery of Modern Art. You get to check out the room above for three or so glorious minutes. Just don’t stop over the platform because beyond it is water. Most likely not very deep, but water nonetheless. Just stand there and be mesmerized by the beauty of the colorful balls, the darkness and the glow of your clothes (& teeth for that matter). Then come out of the room and enjoy the rest of the exhibition. Good artsy time, all for free! You can’t beat that.


two-wheeled adventures

Decided to ride from our home to South Bank for Regional Flavours. To be honest, the prospect of food was the only thing that got me through the stupid hills.

My husband is the cyclist in the family. Almost everyday he takes his trusty bike to work (a mere 3 miles away from our home) and he gets a good workout from it. Sometimes, because he’s a glutton for punishment, he takes (literally) the long scenic route which sees him go through the City (he works in the suburbs) and adds an extra nine miles to his trip. He loves it and gives him time to unwind from a busy day at work. He is a willing participant to the whole endeavor.

Me, not so much. I could count with my fingers and toes the amount of time I took the above bike out after purchasing it (back in the Columbia, circa 2011). I always struggled to bike for a long period of time due to sheer exhaustion. In hindsight, knowing what I know now, I attribute my lack of fitness and stamina to my thyroid issues.

But after being on thyroid medicine for the past three months, I braved the idea of taking seven mile ride from our house to South Bank so that we could attend Regional Flavours over the weekend. I am pleased to report that I made it to and from South Bank in one piece. Sure I nearly overdid it on the first leg as we climbed up the Go Between Bridge. I was still getting used to my gear changes and I pushed myself so hard so not to show other cyclists how badly I couldn’t make it up the hilly parts. Big mistake. So after a short pitstop after crossing the bridge, we soldiered on (mad props to my husband for his patience at my rather slower pace) and I knew that it was such a huge personal achievement to even make it to South Bank. But I quickly told Zach that we were going to be taking the ferry back to Milton – no ifs or buts about it.

A couple of hours and a mouthful of feta balls later, it was time to venture home. I’m not entirely sure what came over me, but somehow my husband managed to convince me that I could cycle back home. So I hopped back on and this time took it nice and easy. I went on my own pace, didn’t care about cyclists behind me and slowly mastered the fine art of changing gears at the precise time (especially going up the hills). Halfway through crossing the Go Between Bridge I was feeling (again) so accomplished and as we zoomed by walkers along the Coronation Drive part of the Bicentennial Bikeaway, I was feeling like a boss. I knew I was on the homestretch and was about to conquer something I never imagined I could. I had my moment of glory.

But more than 24 hours later, my butt still hurts from the roundtrip. I guess that’s the price one pays to feel the freedom and exhilaration of the wind in you face, cycling around Brisbane. It was worth it. So much so, we may keep doing it whenever we want to go to South Bank without the car!

trying something new

We're off to Murder Mystery Night: Murder at the Juice Joint featuring Mugsy Malone & Kitty Cocktail. In actual fact, Mugsy if not my main squeeze, but it's the Roaring 20s after all...

My husband and I are always up for something new. We’ll try anything at least once. So when the opportunity to participate in a Murder Mystery Night came along, we signed right up.

Despite the evening occurring during one heck of a week for us at work, we still made the effort to don our Roaring 20s costumes and soldiered on to The Ship Inn for a night of murder and mystery. Don’t tell anyone but I made an 11th hour dash to the mall to gather up most of my costume. I had the dress worked out. But as every girl knows, it’s all about the accessories. I brought out my finest pearls, mad dash to the store to find a headdress (it’s really a cheap gold headband) and of course, fishnet stockings to round things off. Smoky eye and super red lips and viola, Kitty Cocktail at your service. Meanwhile, my dashing husband just had to wear his suit and buy a $3 gun from The Reject Shop. Oh, and he dusted off his Michael Jackson hat from New Year’s Eve 2014 and he was transformed into Mugsy Malone.

We didn’t end up being the murderer (it was the Police Chief, of all people!) and I came away with one thing from the entire evening: I am not much of a role player. There were plenty of people there who were putting on accents, acting like their characters and getting right into it. As hard as I tried, I just couldn’t. I kinda got stage fright and honestly, barely really knew my character’s background. Thankfully, I was a minor character and didn’t really factor into the storyline very much. Regardless, fun was had by all and it was an interesting evening. We would certainly do it again!

stop & smell the roses

Oh yeah.

Life is short. My greatest fear is I didn’t live it enough. I didn’t say “I love you” to everyone I should have said those words to. That I let the small things annoy me, forgetting that there are bigger and better things to exert my energy on. Will I regret the moments I missed? The words I said? The opportunities I let pass?

Life is short.

you are the best thing

Happy 4th of July from Zach and his moustapotato! 🗽

What’s one of the best things about my husband, you ask? Well, it’s his willingness to laugh at anything and everything that is even mildly funny. I love, love, love that about him. He has a wicked sense of humor. Not that his crude about his humor, he just manages to find the funny in things. I adore that about him. He doesn’t take life too seriously, he’s always up for a good pun-off and he is the coolest dork this side of the Mississippi Brisbane River. He’s the entire (funny man) package.

Now that I’ve gushed about him, why don’t you take a minute and appreciate the moustache-shaped sweet potato that I found during a recent grocery trip. I had no idea I had picked up this gem, but in true Zach fashion he noticed it immediately when he pulled it out of the shopping bag. He didn’t have the heart to cook and eat it, so instead we did a little photo shoot with it. I just love that he’s game enough to be a part of my silliness. It makes for a fun and unpredictable life. That’s the way I like it.

the gnome knows


I have strep throat. Yesiree. And to be honest, I think I would rather have influenza than this strep throat. Gross and painful. But this post isn’t about my strep throat. It’s about a little gnome. The cheeky gnome that was looking for a home, so I decided to give it one. Now, if I didn’t have strep throat, I wouldn’t have needed to go see the Doctor and said Doctor wouldn’t have prescribed me antibiotics, which I needed to get it from the pharmacy. And it is at the pharmacy that I found this little gem of a gnome. A gnome with sunglasses and flashing the peace sign. And get this, it bobbles. Bobbles its cute body. It’s too adorable, really. But this little guy isn’t for it, it’s a gift for my husband – that’s how much I love that guy.

goodbye, cetaphil

Face Food

After a friend of a friend on Facebook posted a link as to Why Cetaphil is the Devil, I immediately researched what I could replaced my once-beloved Cetaphil Daily Cleanser with. So after some Googling and a visit at my local chemist, I settled on testing out the Sukin range. It came highly recommended by other Aussies and I was able to find it on sale, so I thought why the heck not.

It has now been over two weeks since I switched and I must admit, I am a happy convert. Sure there was a large degree of apprehension at first but I’m finding that it’s really all not that bad switching to something that claims to be natural (or at least more-so when compared to Cetaphil). And since I was switching face cleansers, I decided to try out their shampoo and conditioner too and surprisingly, I really actually love it. Now, I am very much a “more lather the better” kind of person. To me, if it doesn’t produce enough suds to rival a foam party, then it doesn’t clean. That’s why I love Cetaphil and your good ol’ L’Oreal hair products. My previous experience with all-natural hair care was that it didn’t foam enough, so I was pessimistic about Sukin. Luckily, it proved me wrong.

So as much as it pains me to let go of Cetaphil, I am inching towards doing so. It gets better each day that I use Sukin.