Beauty Queen

One thing that I’m terrible with is keeping up any kind of consistent “beauty routine”. I’m one of those people who will go to a beauty establishment (let’s say, uh, a laser clinic) on a whim because I decide I simply can’t live with myself any longer, then get talked into buying a package of some sort (because it’s SUCH great value) and only use 5 out of 10 of my sessions. Basically I am the person who makes these places their money!

Most recently I went for a facial in Hong Kong because my skin has been rubbish since getting pregnant (boy or girl? I digress). Whenever I go to one of these appointments I always feel kind of guilty and hopeless when they ask me what “products I use”. Um, I have a drawer full of overpriced night creams I’ve used for a week at a time and I wash my face with Cetaphil. Yep, I’m a glamorous lady!

Anyway I had a nice experience in the facial and because the “therapist” TOTALLY suckered me and told me all the various things wrong with my skin (I will agree it’s a long list) I got talked into buying a package. And while I would love to go back, my skin broke out like crazy afterwards and now I’m terrified. Also, I moved suburbs. Also, I’m a lazy lazy person who is terrible at looking after herself.

I also go through phases with my nails. For example, I will convince myself that I’m going to maintain a perfect shellac manicure at all times. Weekly appointments. No chipping or picking or peeling. This will usually last about two manicures at which point I decide I have NO time for this business and am never getting shellac on my nails again. Then my nails will get to the point they’re at right now (hideous, truly hideous) and I’m right back to thinking too much about shellac again.

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Horror. Show.

One thing that I am semi consistent with these days is my eyebrows. Until I was in my early 20s I really had no idea of the importance of eyebrows. I basically had none, which I thought was great. No waxing needed! Oh, how wrong I was. As I’ve aged and wisened I’ve realised that my fair, sparse, caterpillar eyebrows give me the effect of constantly looking like a nine year old walking into her surprise birthday party. Not. Okay. So I do try to get the shaped and tinted and then spend a lot of money on brow products (I have spent a lot of time on Instagram looking at brow tattooing, I’m not proud but you haven’t seen my eyebrows).

Anyway today I decided to try my new local eyebrow place, which incidentally is a Benefit Brow Bar. I’m not sure if you’ve heard about Benefit and their brow brilliance but I had heard a lot about them before so was excited to try. I have to say, I now have the best eyebrows of my life! And the girl who works there was lovely, and we had a great chat, and she is basically my new best friend because EYEBROWS.

I think most people I’ve had do my eyebrows before are conscious of the fact that there’s really not much to work with and hence afraid to do too much more than a tidy up. But this girl actually SHAPED them and has improved my overall appearance by at least 30%. Now, I must admit that I am so completely self conscious about my eyebrows that I can’t bring myself to post a photo BUT I can wholeheartedly recommend the Benefit Brow Bar at Stanley Plaza! I wish I had got the girl’s name who did my brows but she is half Brazilian half Chinese and has amazing eyebrows.

So, are you a beauty queen or a beauty tragic like myself? Do you have any beauty tips that will improve my appearance by more than 30%?

Z x

Boy or Girl?

Being pregnant at the moment sees me spending my free time drinking a lot of Milo (Australian cocoa, but so much better than cocoa), baking way too much, being the only parent who gets sleep ins and spending way too much time hypothesising about whether I’m having a boy or a girl.

I was sick, so that makes me think boy. I’m expanding out rather than forward, so it must be a girl. Baby moves around a lot…maybe a boy. Something in my gut tells me girl…girl?

It is equal parts nice and frustrating not knowing. I’m in a great position, I already have one of each, so it really doesn’t matter to me either way. I’m glad that one of my children will get to have a same sex sibling. And I do like to daydream about the different scenarios, even though fate is already sealed.

Another nice thing is that I’ve experienced both knowing and not knowing the sex before – with Heike we didn’t find out, because it didn’t matter to us either way, and with Walter we did because I really thought he was a boy and didn’t want to be let down if I was wrong (that sounds bad! But I did hope for a boy). I have to say I personally loved not knowing, the reward at the end was just so great, but it wasn’t exponentially better than knowing. Walter’s birth was so smooth and his first day here so completely lovely and easy that it didn’t matter that much that we didn’t get that “surprise”.

J firmly does not believe in finding out the sex (I had to beg him last time!) so that’s just the way it is, but I wouldn’t mind knowing…I would love to know what I can give away for starters! I’d also love to tell the kids, who are dying to know either way (“It’s definitely a girl Mama” says H, naturally). But I guess I will have time for that once the baby arrives.

Still, I did try to do the sneaky at my OB’s office today. As she fiddled around with her ultrasound machine I couldn’t help but ask “So, can you see the sex right now?” to which she replied “I can tell you my guess with about 70% accuracy…do you want me to tell you?”. No, no, of course I didn’t, but now I’m driving myself even more mad. 70% accuracy, does that suggest girl? Or does the fact that she answered so quickly mean she saw some boy parts?  OR, do I need to find something more useful with which to occupy my time?

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Hello my littlest one!

It is a total cliche but I will feel so lucky just to have a third healthy baby in my arms. 24 weeks to go!

So, tell me, am I having a boy or a girl?! Did you find out the sex of your babies, or ponder the “what ifs?” like me? 

Z x

Good Luck

We are back from our extended Chinese New Year break (Gung Hei Fat Choi!) and were STRAIGHT into preparing for our move which happened on Friday. I had to take a mental health day last Wednesday and basically spend all day doing absolutely nothing but other than that we were 100% go and we are so happy now with what we achieved. That said it has hit me like a tonne of bricks this afternoon and I am happily reclined on the sofa while the kids watch TV.

I think we can all agree that moving, on the whole, sucks. But overall it was fine and the result is that we’re living in our dream area in a much bigger apartment. Win!

The other nice thing about our move was that we seemed to receive a nice dusting of good fortune. I’m a huge believer in luck and karma – I have a lot of shitty, annoying little things happen to me ALL the time and am exceedingly accident prone. Just yesterday I reached up to a high cupboard and managed to burn the entire front of my stomach on the coffee machine! But, in return, I seem to always land on my feet in life. I think it’s important to also pay that forward by showing kindness and helping others.

So, we were meant to move on Saturday and ended up changing the date to Friday. Justus’ boss told him to check the Feng Shui calendar (naturally) and of course Saturday was the WORST day in the entire month to move. And while we’re not Chinese, we didn’t want that bad juju hanging over us! So Friday was it and wouldn’t you know it, we had the funniest good luck! Our lounge from Australia that has been in storage (too big for our old apartment) was meant to arrive later this week but they had an opening on Friday. It was the first thing to arrive. The second thing to arrive was a toy shelf I had ordered for the kids that could only be delivered on a Friday. Then, late in the day once all our furniture had been moved and unpacked, the dining table I had only purchased the day before (the last one available, a display model that was ON SALE) also arrived! So everything came at once and it was all looking a lot nicer than we’d thought it would.

Also, we have been told we have to pay a RIDICULOUS fee to get our wifi reconnected, but ssshhhhh – we plugged it in and it’s working!

At the moment it is all about the final touches – hanging art works, ironing curtains, buying flowers, finding spots for all those little things we probably should have thrown away. I had to finally admit that neither of my children ever touch the bongo drum we bought them and just give it away! Magic sand? Gone! But the little bits of good luck we’ve had have me feeling positive about what is actually a pretty massive change, and lying here on my new old sofa staring at my new dining table is basically a form of heaven!

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Sharing a room…wish us luck! This will look much better when the bare walls are fixed
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Walking through the new ‘hood
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My view…getting there

So, are you kind of unlucky lucky like me? Or do you seem to win everything but also have big bouts of bad luck?

Z x

And Baby Makes Five…

Finally, I can reveal something that has permeated everything I’ve done and everything I’ve written for the last three months – we are expecting our third baby this year! After an initial surprise and “What are we thinking?!” we are now extremely excited about meeting this little person and what it will mean for our family. Basically, more infighting but spread between three rather than two. Ha!


It’s been a bit of a grey few months for us. I was surprised when some pretty bad morning sickness hit me at around seven weeks (well, just all day nausea really) as I hadn’t experienced this with the last two. The last two times I was really, really tired. This time I just wanted to eat porridge and dorritoes for 8 weeks straight. In the midst of all that we decided to move, had to find a new place and organise SO many logistical bits and pieces, and then both the kids got really sick and we were stuck inside in the rain for a fortnight.

Now I feel like the fog is lifting. I’m 13 weeks pregnant and am feeling less sick. I have more energy and generally feel like I’m in a more normal, optimistic mood. I’ve seen my littlest one bouncing about in an ultrasound and he or she looks really cute (and really, really energetic. Another one!). And today, finally, we are leaving for Thailand! Eight days of 30 degrees and sun! I really hope this is the turning point for us and when we get back I find my Mummy mojo.

But today, I am giving myself a leave pass! I am sitting on the couch and eating cake and the kids are watching TV and then we will head to the airport and our holiday will begin. When we get back it will be back into it, little Walt is starting at Montessori playgroup (which will just be the cutest thing ever obviously!) and Heike is starting a new school and we are moving into a beautiful big apartment. Our kids will be, gulp, attempting to share a room. I predict this may not last, but am determined to give it a go! We have a big coastal walk right out the front of our building that I will try (try) to do as much as possible. Good things, great things, are on the horizon!

But for now, let’s hit the pause button.

Happy Chinese New Year – Year of the Monkey! I am so excited to meet my littlest monkey, and introduce him or her to you all.

Z x