Suger

This blog is a place where my life lives. It’s the place where I document the good, the bad and the silly. The little pieces that make up the whole of my world. And there is no bigger piece than my Hubby. The wonderful and charming Kel. Ok, charming was probably an overkill. Wonderful and kind. And…

I’m guest posting over at Stay at Home Mum today on the topic of getting yourself bank ready for buying a home or refinancing. First home or second, fourth or refinancing for improvements. Pop on over and show me some love. It’s my first spot over at this MASSIVELY popular blog and I’m feeling a…

I’m an eldest child. I’m a big sister to two siblings. A wife. A daughter. A friend. And sometimes it feels like the weight of expectations will crush me into the floor. Like one of those cartoon characters being bashed on the head and into the ground. That. The pressure to perform, to be a…

When I decided November last year to stop chewing my nails something happened. An obsession of sorts, for nail polish. And because I’m a sharing caring type of girl I thought I’d share some of my favourite colours with you. It’s a victory of sorts this nail polish collection. It says this one time in…

Body image and respect for your body doesn’t appear to come easily to humans. Large or small. Tall or short. I’m not sure I have met a person who could say to me that they have treated their body with the reverence and care it deserves for every day of their lives. There’s a pretty…

I wrote this post the other day about the weird things people say when you’re childless and almost 30 or WORSE, they find out you are trying to conceive. Chantelle said, please, tell me what I can say, that would be helpful. Or something along those lines. I’m paraphrasing obviously. Chantelle said it all elegantly…

The Suger household was expecting a new arrival in March this year. The arrival of my baby girl Blue. This impending arrival required one simple thing of Hubby, to clean out the garage. The rakes and shovels that lined the walls, karate chopping anyone who dared to tread too close. A karate chop to the…

I loved the beach first, the bush second. I wanted to be Prime Minister or an interior decorator. I lived on a 400 acre pineapple farm. I wanted a baby sister. And got one. I never once worried about my parents splitting up. I dreamt about Californian beaches and being buried alive. I told stories.…