Where Art Thou Summer?

Melbourne I love you but looking outside my window today I have a bone to pick with you.

Where have you taken summer? Why have you replaced it with autumn minus the beautiful brown falling leaves?

I don’t want to be angry. In fact this year I have made a strong commitment to eliminate as much anger as I can. But as I sit here, with my shorts on, stubbornly refusing to put on my winter trackies, I can’t help feeling annoyed.

Don’t you understand, I look forward to summer? I want to feel, touch, smell and hear the heat. I want my senses to be over whelmed by the abundance of heat. I don’t want to imagine I am lying on a beach, golden sand beneath me, with waves crashing around me. I want to be on that beach.

The only way I have learned to appreciate the cold, is knowing that the person who delivers it, also delivers the glorious sun!

They say that absence makes the heart grow founder; absences is making my wish I lived in another city!

I am sorry Melbourne but you have to understand. Today I had plans, and although I should have considered making them after I read your weather predictions, I still feel let down.  I wanted to spend Sunday outdoors, walking the dogs, riding the bikes, possibly swimming, running under sprinklers, playing with super soakers and eating ice cream.

However I wake up this morning, open the front door, only to be thrown the devastating realisation, that no one had answered my preys and delivered me my summer.

Dear Melbourne Weatherman,

Re: Summer Extension.

I am prepared to throw you a deal. Lets shake things up! I propose that since two months of summer have been taken from us, we kindly negotiate to have two months from Autumn. I am more than happy for Autumn to have a chat with winter and sort out a similar trade. However the bargaining factor is this: come September 1st, 2015, things go back to normal, and Spring starts on time!

Yours sincerely,

A concerned citizen of fab-you-lous Melbourne!

Problems of a Perfectionist!

So it’s Wednesday, 4 days out from my Pink Ribbon Fundraiser Event,  Pink Ribbon Girls Day Out and the protectionist inside of me is going a little cuckoo!

I set out to organise this event only six weeks ago,  I now see I was possibly selling myself a little short of time from the beginning.

“That’s okay it’s a learning curve for next time,” I tell myself.

Realistically I hate learning curves!

Even though, I know I have probably done the best I can,  I still want to do more, have more, get more, sell more…..more, more, MORE!

Is that a problem with society today? Do we always want more of what have or even need?

Do we expect way to much of ourselves?

I need a reality switch: Instead of looking at all the wonderful things I have achieved, the organisations I have brought together as sponsors, the wonderful guests I have by my side, the family and friends who have lent me fabulous huge hands and  the funds I have been able to raise for The Pink Ribbon Campaign, I am focusing on the negative.


Breath, relax, be patient and be kind,  

Sunday the 2nd of November is going to be a wonderful sunny Melbourne Day.

Join us on the rooftop at Campari House restaurant & Rooftop.

23 – 25 Hardware Ln, Melbourne, Victoria, Australia

We have 15 tickets left before we are sold out! BOOK NOW!

I can’t wait to share this day with everyone and help make a difference.


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Woman VS Machine

photoIt’s 8:30pm and I have just arrived home from a long busy day at work. The day’s journey has required the use of two hats, my corporate business top hot and my creative and shiny boiler hat.

Multiple hurdles have some what been successfully over come, the race against Melbourne city traffic won, and an audition for a Berlin art director accomplished and as the evening is coming to a conclusion I have just enough time to sneak in a quick run before crawling into bed for a little rest, relaxation and energy replenishment.

Now I am not a huge lover of treadmills, I much prefer the excitement and spontaneity of running outdoors however the combination of evening spring time chill and dark western suburban streets make the indoor running machine a friendlier alternative tonight… So I thought.

Fifteen minutes into my run I am feeling fantastic, my body feels light, my mind seems to believe that it can go forever and I decided pick up the pace. Had I been running out doors the simple task of going faster would just require my brain sending the signal and my body reacting but with modern technology being what it is the act of going faster on my running mechanism required press a button multiple times until I reached my next level of “super woman, I can achieve anything today,” intensity.

What happened next was not really what I had hoped my desired outcome of goal kicking greatness would be.

Firstly, I had to look down to find the correct button on the high tech touch pad in front of me. Then I had to break my arm and leg coordination to press the button for what seemed like forever to get the speed I wanted to challenge myself to. This led to me tripping over my feet, falling over myself, knees thumping onto the belt, quickly followed by my stomach and then chin, flinging me backwards in a ridiculous, all to quick manner.

Within that chaos of madness, in that few seconds of slow motion where you see your life flash before you, I remembered my mothers porcelain vase collection positioned beautifully only a few feet behind the machine. Not wanting my body to be flung into it and not wanting to deal with at outraged mother, I quickly grabbed onto the edge of the treadmill just in the nick of time, holding on for dear life, trying to quickly decipher my next move. Screaming in agony as my shoulder was burning beneath the speeding belt I army rolled over the top the apparatus and onto the freedom of cold tiles.

As I caught my breath I looked down at the layer of skin that had been oh so beautiful grazed of my shoulder and shivered at the burning sensation running through me I thought to myself perhaps the safety clip is not such a silly addition to the machine after all!

Unfortunately, in life we must accept that sometimes we are not unbeatable and defeat is capable in all of us not mater how great we are.