After spending an idyllic month back in my beloved Australia in the middle of the Australian summer, I’m back in London. And it’s bloody freezing. No one is going out. Its hard to look stylish in arctic temperatures. How to survive January in the northern hemisphere? Below, I share with you my personal strategy which, amongst other things, involves a midi skirt… Continue reading “January – Midi Skirt”
Growing up in Australia is awesome. The outdoor lifestyle, the sunny positivity that prevails amongst easy going Aussies, Tim Tams. But every young child in Australia reaches a stage where it starts to slowly dawn on them that, when it comes to Christmas in Australia, something just isn’t right.
We sit under the stars at Carols by Candlelight wearing shorts and a t-shirt, singing about “dashing through the snow.” No one really knows exactly what eggnog is. The butcher shop has sprayed fake snow on the windows to make it look “festive.” Dreaming of a white Christmas, will always be just that. A dream (shattered).
Every Australian’s first Christmas in Europe or the USA is a revelation. This is what Christmas is all about! That first “proper” Christmas is just like Christmas in the movies. And you finally get it.
All the same, there are so many things I love about an Australian Christmas, ten of which I have listed below. Continue reading “Ten Things I Love About Christmas in Australia”
As the end of the year draws near I usually start to reflect on what I’ve achieved, what could have gone better, and what the hell am I going to do for New Year’s Eve. I’ve never planned my New Year’s Eve festivities much in advance. So I usually end up deciding last minute to head to a party, which varies in quality from year to year, as does my party outfit. And while I have had some pretty amazing New Year’s Eve parties in my life, on many occasions the pressure to have the best night ever takes a lot of the spontaneous fun out of the whole affair.
With all this lack of organisation on my part, the pressure to have the most incredible night ever and my less than dazzling party outfits, my focus at the end of the last couple of years has moved from New Year’s Eve to New Year’s Day. Continue reading “New Year’s Day – the new New Year’s Eve”
It’s that time of year again. Tinsel is being strewn with abandon across desk partitions. There’s a Christmas tree in reception. HR has sent out the email with guidelines for appropriate behaviour at the office Christmas party. It’s party season!!
The office Christmas party can be so much fun – it’s a time to let your hair down with the people you probably spend most of your waking hours with. It can also be career-destroying if approached the wrong way. Never fear, Second Sister is here to share seventeen festive do’s and don’t’s: the wisdom garnered from attending office Christmas parties over the years in various countries, observing and engaging in the very best and the hilariously cringe-worthy of party guest behaviour. Continue reading “Office Christmas Party – Do’s and Don’ts”
As a self-confessed travel-addict, I’m away from home a lot. And while it is one of the most exhilarating things in life to plan, prepare for and finally leave for my next adventure, there’s one aspect of travel that always causes me mild stress. It’s packing.
In the past, my approach to packing could only be described as “scatter gun”. I’d open my wardrobe, and throw in a miscellaneous set of clothes and hope for the best. Continue reading “The Ultimate Packing Guide”
So I gave up drinking for all of October.* A Sober October, if you will. And while I can’t say it was much fun, I can tell you it was damn productive.
I decided to do it for a couple of reasons:
- To see if I could do it; and
- To experience a month without hangovers.
*I do need to preface this piece with full disclosure that there was an unexpected event half way through October that only comes along every now and then in one’s life which necessitated me having several celebratory drinks. But more on that further below… Continue reading “Sober October”
When I first moved to London ten years ago, London’s coffee scene did nothing to impress this self-confessed coffee snob from the coffee-mecca of Melbourne. There were a handful specialty coffee haunts scattered across London such as Flat White in Soho, but you had to be in the know to track down your quality caffeine fix.
Back then, if you happened to discover the rare and precious gem of a quality coffee purveyor, you’d find it jam packed wall to wall with antipodeans such as myself. We’d flock there to get the kind of caffeine buzz that only the best baristas, using the best roasted beans, can brew up.
Nowadays, thanks in part to the antipodean influence as well as the invention of the hipster, London’s coffee scene is thriving. I’m in a constant state of caffeine-induced jittery paranoia, which is the tell-tale sign that I’m getting decent coffee on a regular basis. It’s a small price to pay. Continue reading “London Coffee”
Today I embark on the first phase of a major career transition. And while I know in my heart of hearts that it is the best thing I could ever do for myself, it’s bloody terrifying.
Last Friday, I finished up my role as Legal Director for an international media company. Today, I start the whole freelance thing as a legal consultant. It’s the first step in my transition from lawyer to (eventually) doing what I love – fashion, travel and writing – as my full time gig… Continue reading “Following a Dream”
My name is Suzanne and I have a travel addiction.
I hit my rock bottom the other day when I surveyed my bedroom to see what I need to do to by way of interior improvements. “Hmmmm, a rug to cover the floor boards would make it more cosy,” I thought to myself. My very next thought, without missing a beat, was “I’m going to have to book a trip to Marrakech to buy a new rug.” I duly texted my Moroccan friend to see when she’s free for a girls weekend in Marrakech – hammam spas, delicious Moroccan cuisine and rug shopping in the souk. It didn’t occur to me until later that evening that I’d translated interior decoration into excuse to start planning my next adventure. When did I become this person? Looking back at my life, the signs of my travel addiction were always there… Continue reading “12 Signs You Have a Travel Addiction”
“You know the message you’re sending out to the world with these sweatpants? You’re telling the world, ‘I give up. I can’t compete in normal society. I’m miserable so I might as well be comfortable.” – Jerry Seinfeld to George Costanza.
About a year ago I fell off my bike and broke both my wrists. During the ensuing six weeks I pretty much lived in sweatpants. They were the only item of clothing I could easily get in to and out of unassisted. And let me tell you, there’s nothing like six weeks of sweatpants and not being able to wash properly to make you feel totally gross and pissed off with life. At the time, I swore off sweatpants – never to be worn again outside of an exercise-type scenario. Continue reading “Sweatpants – A Renewed Love Affair”