
Confession time. For the past month my body has basically been a walking wreck. Actually, it hasn’t really even been capable of walking me anywhere.
There I was having the time of my life flitting about Central and Eastern Europe, living it up before moving to Spain for a year, when something went dreadfully wrong. Overnight I was robbed of my freedom and confined to bed as I battled the unrelenting agony of a serious back injury.
It seemed so unfair. I mean sure, I hadn’t been eating too well. I hadn’t been resting that much. I’d been shunning water in favour of lunchtime wines. But I’m still young! Surely my body could cope with a few months of mild abuse. Apparently not.
Read MoreWinter is almost upon us in Australia and when it gets cold my body tells me carbohydrates are the only way to go. Who am I to say no? This recipe is an old time favourite that my Mum used to cook for us when we were teeny tiny. I have modified her recipe just slightly to make it completely vegan but the majority of the recipe is all her doing. The smell of cinnamon, sultanas and baking bread take me back to when I was a little girl and I would hang around in the kitchen waiting to hear the clatter of plates, knowing that the pudding was almost about to be served. My Mum’s (now not so) secret signature on this dish is the thick lashings of apricot jam she spreads on just before the pudding finishes cooking. It packs an extra punch of sweetness and gives the pudding a mouth-watering shiny glaze.
Read MoreHow awesome are Mums? Our Mum is super kind, oh so sweet, sensitive, supportive, beautiful and talented. In a nut shell, she is the best Mum in the world! We’ve been asking her for a while now to write something for our blog. When she told me she had created these little meditations I jumped at the chance to share them with you. So read on for a few words from our Mum and links to the free meditations. Oh – don’t forget to pop over to Mum’s Facebook page and say hi. She’d love to hear from you.
Read More
I just love finding old dresses in second-hand stores and giving them a new lease on life with a little trimming and sewing. Most of my makeovers involve the barest of changes, maybe just a hemline lift or sleeve removal that can be completed in a matter of minutes. But recently I ventured into a more daring attempt with this 1980s spotty number found for $30 at Brisbane’s wonderful Endeavour Foundation thrift shop. Of course, I wanted to share it with you. And now seems like the perfect time as unfortunately I’m still down and out with a severe back injury. So, a brief hiatus from my couch surfing tales to show you one of my favourite upcycling attempts.
Read MoreEarlier in the month I hinted that we had been taking part in Craftbiotic’s April Blog Angel soiree. But we had to keep it all a big secret. Well, as April is over, I’m allowed to share…
Read MoreThis month we’re giving to Farm Animal Rescue, who have recently opened a farm animal sanctuary in Pine Rivers, Queensland. The sanctuary provides a safe, peaceful place for animals that have been freed from the torture of factory farming while at the same time aims to teach visitors about these wonderful, gentle creatures.
Read MoreI stumbled across Sandra’s blog, Vegan Mother Hubbard, about a month ago, the beautiful home cooked food drawing me in. As I began reading I discovered a couple who are so much in love, raising two gorgeous girls and doing it all with vegan food. I personally don’t know any vegan couples and I certainly don’t know any vegan men so how refreshing it is to read that it is actually possible to have it all and not have to drop your ethical, moral ball at the same time. Sandra definitely inspires me, both with her cooking and her sweet, gentle home life. So you can understand my excitement when I asked Sandra if she would consider doing a post swap and, without hesitation, she said yes. Then she gave me this yummy guy. She’s such a clever cookie (lame pun totes intended). Enjoy!
Read MoreThe first kiss came out of nowhere, such a startling escalation of what mere seconds ago had been a completely innocent situation that I couldn’t dodge quickly enough and so felt wide lips land squarely on my left eye. Lesson learned: ask to take a picture of your Romanian cab driver and the request may just be horribly misconstrued.
The second kiss, a few days later, was a little more furtive; a new acquaintance leaning over for an awkward hug and taking the opportunity to peck the back of my neck. Two surprise smooches in and I began to suspect I was on something of a Romanian rollercoaster. Little did I know just how rough the ride was about to get.
Read More