Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Museum of Broken Hearts

Let’s face it, breakups suck. Uncoupling yourself from that special relationship can take weeks, sometimes months of tears, eating straight from the carton of Peppermint Candy ice cream and recounting the tales of couple-doom to friend after friend. Then, there’s the collection of your ex-partner’s stuff, souvenirs and mementos of much happier times, lurking around to pierce your heart when least expected. I know. I've heard about being dumped from friends plenty of times (ahem... haha). Thankfully, the Museum of Broken Relationships, an international traveling museum currently in London, offers to unburden “heartbreakers and the heartbroken” of the personal belongings of lovers’ past by collecting the remnants of failed relationships. The exhibition’s website also houses a “virtual collection,” where ex-lovers can immortalize their emails, pictures and texts anonymously as a form of self-help and closure to the loss.

Being a girl with lots of love to give... I often end up with at least one broken heart a year. So far, I'm up to 3... woooweeeee!

Donate your old love notes, sexts, photos or check the site for your stuff here.


This reminds me of the Death Bear post I did a few years ago (actually.. it looks like I posted it last year).

Thursday, November 24, 2011


I found this:

I'm almost tempted to get InstaGram just for this reason. WANT.

Ginger is Back

So my stylist broke up with me and moved to Costa Rica, I am now seeing someone else. A girl. I've never been with a girl before... It's a completely different experience and for now, I like it! My hair is red... Like RED! It's pretty and I've come to the conclusion that gingers have the most fun of them all.


Monday, November 14, 2011

Space for Space

I came across these rooms....

I love them all, espeically the space room. No... all of them, and the space room. 

I can't wait to have my own place one day to be creative.

Thursday, November 10, 2011


Things have been nothing short of really busy. Really, really busy. I think it's typical for this time of year, if I can remember from previous blog entries, I didn't write much in November and I may have written even less in December. I start writing again in January. After year end, after my birthday... after everything. Life just kind of reinvents itself in January.

My mind has been focused on work as well as affairs of the heart, I try and figure out where it is that I stand these days. Thinking about the past, thinking about lessons learned. Looking at the present and wondering about who I am and how I project myself. Friends of mine mostly seem to be in challenging relationships at different stages. I have a good male friend who met a lovely lady over the weekend and he is pining hard core for her. I've never seen him this gaa-gaa over a woman. He sounds like me when I met someone new. I'm impressed and find myself feeling rather warm to my friend in this vulnerable light. It's lovely. I've been giving him golden tips, secrets that I hold close to my heart that I know for a fact that he doesn't do. Things that girls with standards like. Things that more boys should do naturally, but they don't.

Another friend of mine is with a man who is amazing when you first meet him, but behind closed doors he's controlling, possessive and kind of crazy. She loves him, we've all been there. I doubt that he'd change but she needs to realise that for herself. I've been standing there, by her side, supporting her and trying to make sure that she sees the truth. It's been hard for her and to be frank, I've been very scared. I've had a handful of boys that have turned crazy on me and I don't want this to happen to her. Again.

My BFF is getting ready for her wedding in February. I am finally back on good terms with her partner, which is good. Last night, I had weird dreams about her and that she was still unsporting of our friendship. Still. I don't think it's a reflection at all of how she feels anymore. I hope not. Last night I let the beans spill about everything, that my BFF has told me exactly what she had said about me and that was a bad thing.

Another friend of mine has had this major bad sting of luck. Starting with the beginning of October were he lost his GF and then everything professional just started to fliter away.. it's been all kinds of life changing things. Yesterday he was terminated, without cause. He's been putting on a happy face and we've been talking lots. I haven't really given much thought or energy to this guy in a really long time so it's funny to have him back almost 100% in life, maybe more.

I realise that I am talking more about other people then my own life right now. Everything has been busy for me and I don't really feel like going into details. It feels good to write though, to debrief for a little.

That's all, still alive, still kicking, still eating my heart out. Love you all!

Thursday, November 3, 2011

The Perfect Grilled Cheese

There have been times in my life when I haven't always loved food. Awkward teenage years, angsty young adult years, those younger years when all you want to eat is candy, soap and grilled cheese sandwiches.

Grilled cheese sandwiches. They have always been one of my favorite "go to" foods and maybe one of my first ever food obsessions. the first grilled cheese I can remember were these grilled cheese buns my mum used to make for me as a child. Day old hamburger buns, hot dog buns and dinner rolls would be cut in half with thick slices of aged cheddar shoved in the middle, the outer part of the bun spread thickly with salted butter and then placed on a cookie sheet, it would be sent to the oven to sit under the broiler.

Make sure to put it on the lower part of the oven because it has a tendency to burn quickly. Also, it gives the cheese a chance to melt. The house will smell like baked bread and browning butter-- a beautiful smell if you ask me. My mum would place the grilled cheese bun in front of me, I remember how shinny the top of it would be. She often left it in just a second too long so the top would be just a little too dark. The butter would make that outer crust a little salty and inside, the cheese would be a warm, oozy mess. and I would eat, with a glass of milk beside me, and watch Belle and Sebastian.


I came across this post from Closet Cooking about How to Make the Best Grilled Cheese Sandwich


Wednesday, November 2, 2011


"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover." (Mark Twain)