My cat Lara died last night. She was almost 15 years old.
Lara was born in England, and we picked her up as an eight-week old kitten, along with her identical twin brother, Indiana. Getting them was a great idea by my parents, who wanted to help us get used to living in a new country so far from home. Continue reading
Pretty much every bridal checklist I’ve come across has indicated to me that I should be getting bi-weekly facials for (at least) the 6 months leading up to the wedding, as well as massages every second day and regular pedicures. OK, I might be exaggerating slightly, but only slightly. But seriously, who has the money for that? Let alone the time??
Anyway, being that spring always wreaks havoc on my skin, and that we got a surprise public holiday in Victoria yesterday (who knows for what – some football thing or other, ha ha), I decided to treat myself to a D.I.Y. facial. Continue reading
I can do that! 