As nuptial season approaches you may find yourself having to plan wedding guest outfits for the onslaught of festivities ahead of you. And while I’ve got mine sorted (see here), I got to thinking about the various weddings I’ve attended, and the various tables I’ve been placed at by the bride and groom. I noticed a pattern forming, and have narrowed them down to the five main types of tables. Not only that, I have come up with your social strategy should you be allocated a seat at any of them. Continue reading “Weddings Guests – Five tables you might find yourself at”
This is a story of love and loss. It’s a story of cowboy boots and shattered dreams that has changed the way I live my life and how I shop. But this story also has a silver lining… Continue reading “Cowboy Boots – The Ones That Got Away”
A girl’s relationship with her favourite jeans is a serious one. The amount of time a girl spends in her jeans is akin to a long term relationship. And I feel like I have met “the one” with my trusty blue jeans. This is why I’ve penned a love letter to my favourite jeans, “Trusty Blue”… Continue reading “A Love Letter to my Favourite Jeans – Trusty Blue”
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 finally, you 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.
I work with my personal styling clients on planning and styling their holiday wardrobes. And when they tell me how they generally plan and pack for a holiday, I can only describe it as a “scatter gun” approach. They would open their 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”
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”