I know quite a lot about hangovers. At best, they are inconvenient. At worst, they are excruciating. And the older you get, the more they land on the excruciating end of the spectrum. But just because you are in a world of pain, doesn’t mean you have to look like hell. I give you, “hangover chic.” Continue reading “Hangover Chic”
If 2016 were shoes, they’d be crocs. And not worn in an ironic Christopher Kane kind of way as currently advocated by Vogue. No. 2016 was the kind of crocs that are worn by a fat, balding middle aged man, named something like “Murray”, down at the beach with a pair of yellow and aqua geometric patterned euro-shorts. And Murray’s a racist. That’s the kind of year 2016 was. Continue reading “I Kept a Gratitude Journal – Here’s What Happened”
How do I loathe job interviews? Let me count the ways. The stress of putting together the perfect job interview outfit is only part of it. There’s the cringe-inducing, blatant self-promotion (“I’m a real go-getter!”). The outright lies (“I’m passionate about financial software systems”). And how to genuinely answer the question “What are your weaknesses?” (“I just give and give and give to my job until there’s nothing left inside”).
We’ve all been there. Fortunately, the job interview process isn’t something that one has to go through too often. If it is, then I don’t know what to tell you. Maybe you should look into why you’re getting fired so much.
To help you get through your interview without succumbing to self-loathing, here are my three top tips to make at least one part of the process less daunting: what to wear. Continue reading “Three Tips for Planning a Job Interview Outfit”
Each time I visit Milano I am blown away by it. Not for the same reasons that Rome blows me away. In Rome, every corner you turn, you stumble across one iconic site after another. Milan is like Rome’s cooler, glamorous sister.
While Milan doesn’t have the sheer volume of historical sites of Rome, it has something else. It has in-your-face unapologetic glamour and sex appeal. The streets in Milan are like a catwalk where the beautiful locals strut their stuff with a unique mix of nonchalance and arrogance that only the Milanese seem to possess.
On my recent trip to Milan I got to thinking about what it is that I love most about this city and which keeps bringing me back. You’ll see below, that the style and the Milanese men seem to play a large part here. So before I get to my city-guide, let me first share with you a couple of my favourite things about this awesome city. Continue reading “Milano Tiamo – Milan City Guide”
When my friend said to me, “I can’t find any boots that I can wear with cropped trousers, keep my ankles warm, are dressy enough to wear to work and don’t appear to cut my legs short,” I said, “Challenge accepted.” After a couple of days scouring the internet and my wardrobe, I found the solution: sock boots.
So while this post is primarily about sock boots (more on that below), it’s also about being overly-competitive. It got me thinking, “Why do I see the most standard of comments as some kind of personal challenge?” I put it down to my competitive nature, which comes from being the second of four sisters, all of us close in age. And as my thoughts ventured down this road, it all came flooding back to me… the first date swim challenge! Continue reading “Sock Boots”
I have always been a total movie-nerd. When we were young, my sisters and I would watch our favourite movies over and over again, to the point where we knew the dialogue by heart and would act out the scenes in our living room. To this day, our conversations are littered with obscure movie quotes from “classics” like Pee Wee’s Big Adventure (“You don’t wanna get mixed up with a guy like me. I’m a loner, Dotty, a rebel“) to Dumb and Dumber (“What is the soup du jour?“, “It’s the soup of the day.”, “Mmmm, that’s sounds good. I’ll have that.“)
Before you judge too harshly, I am pleased to say that my taste in cinema has improved since then. Also, I no longer act out the scenes in my living room (unless my sisters and wine are in any way involved).
Through my love of film, I discovered Wes Anderson with his early movie, Rushmore, and I’ve been hooked on everything there is about his wonderfully quirky and colourful work ever since. The poignant stories, complex characters, dialogue that fizzes and pops its way along (“I love you two, but I’m gonna mace you in the face!“), but most of all his meticulously designed and beautiful sets – I love them all. So when I heard that Wes Anderson designed the interior of the bar at the Fondazione Prada in Milan, Bar Luce, I knew I’d be there with bells on, the biggest, bell-laden movie-nerd in all the land. Continue reading “Milano – Bar Luce”
Date night. Whether it’ a first date or your thousandth date, its an opportunity to dress up in that outfit that you know will knock his socks off, and that shows him that you care enough to make that extra effort just for him (and vice versa).
What you wear is one of the key elements that goes towards making your date night all kinds of epic. Continue reading “Date Night Outfit”
So you might have noticed its been a little quiet here on secondsister.com for the last few months. It started with me breaking both of my wrists last September which severely slowed me down for a few weeks (and which you can read about here and here). Then in the lead up to Christmas I lost my darling mum to her long battle with cancer.
While it is still too soon and painful to write about such a huge loss and the amazing friends and family who stepped up and helped us through it, what I would like to share is the little rays of light that shone through in difficult times. Continue reading “Rays of Light”
I’m back!! After six weeks in the cyber wilderness I’m finally back. I’ve “freed the wrists” from the splints that encased them during that time, and I’m celebrating with fabulous sleeves (more on that in a minute).
In the meantime, as some of you who follow my blog would know, I had a fall off my bike six weeks ago and broke both my wrists. This led to me spending the last few weeks under self-imposed house-arrest, with the occasional chaperoned visit into the outer world for a decent coffee, looking like a hobo in sweatpants (I couldn’t wash my hair).
On my triumphant return to the office recently, my kindly colleagues remarked how quickly those six weeks went. In response to this, I looked them square in the eyes, serious as a heart attack, and said in an eerily calm tone “No. No they didn’t pass quickly thanks Karen”
Needless to say, during these past six weeks I spent A LOT of time in my own company getting to know myself better than any therapy session could ever help me to do. Here are the three most profound things I have learned from all this:
Karl Lagerfeld famously said, “Sweatpants are a sign of defeat. You lost control of your life, so you bought some sweatpants.” This is my story of losing control, admitting defeat and sweatpants. It is also a story of regaining control, finding the pros amongst all the cons and, ultimately, triumph (of sorts)… Continue reading “Losing Control, Sweatpants, Pros and Cons”