Love my Proactiv *not sponsored, just love it.
So I put this photo up on my facebook page a week or so ago with the caption: Come to Mumma #notsponsored #justloveit #fuckoffpimples Within an hour I had three messages on my page wanting to know if it actually worked and if I had any advice. So I thought instead of copying and pasting the same answer, I would do a post on it as well for any others who maybe wanted to know but were too chicken to ask. (Please bear in mind that this is only my experience with proactiv) I started proactiv at the age...
A C-String kind of problem….
Since having the kidlets, my underwear wardrobe went from sexy G-Strings to daggy boy legs. Does that sound familiar to you all? When you have had all, and I mean ALL your lady bits hanging out there for childbirth, somehow the security and support of extra material was desirable and even the thought of wearing a G now makes my buttocks clench. How times have changed. Anyway, I decided last week to go and buy some new knickers that met my past self halfway, and purchased a triple pack of some not unlike these pictured below. I can fit...
Fields of Gold in my Backyard
I have been in love with the colour yellow for a very long time. You cannot possibly be grumpy whilst standing in a field of yellow. Yellow makes me smile. If I won the lotto, I would buy a lemon-yellow Monaro. I sniff with delight when the first, if a little overenthusiastic, wattle tree comes into bloom in late winter and gape in amazement for the rest of spring at her glory and beauty. I could drink in the blooms forever, the soft powder puffs nuzzled against my cheek. I would fill my house with them, if thy would...