Tag: WORK
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What owning a cafe at 21 taught me about myself.
Last week, when we talked about life, Danielle wanted to know what happened with the pancake shop about being more open with my story. Did you know I had a pancake shop? Haha. I wonder if you did. Its name was Whispers, and it was a pancake and crepe cafe. I purchased the existing business…
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Office tour and what I’m reading now
Office tour, here we go! I took an Instagram poll {which is a remarkably awkward thing to do} and it came back that 88% of those who voted wanted to see it. I’m not going to spend my days wondering WHY some people voted no. Really. I’m not. *sobs* But the yes vote has it…
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Look what you made me do.
You’d be forgiven for thinking this was about Taylor Swift. It’s not. I just stole her line. Sorry, Taylor, I’m sure you’ll cope. This is about giving up control of your life to someone else. Handing it over and letting them run you, run it, in whatever way they see fit. Saying, look what you…
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Work Style Outfit: Stripe on Stripe
Before we talk work style outfits and stripes, double stripes and mega stripes, I’ve got some news. This, ladies and gentleman, will be my last post featuring my half and half hair. I held out as long as I could, but summer blonde was calling me. I had to go. So next time you see…
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How to stay on track when things get wobbly
My niece, Arleigh loves the swing. The higher, the better and as the wind rushes through her hair she’ll shriek higher, higher! Then when maximum height had been achieved the swing would start to wobble. The good old speed wobbles. And as it shuddered and she held on tighter, she’d laugh and say “it’s a…
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Working Harder vs. Working Smarter
Let’s talk working harder vs. working smarter and the way I had a tendency to work hard but not smart. Long hours, lots of running around like a headless chook and a massive failure to delegate. You see by sharing my experience as the headless chook poster girl for working hard, I’m hoping I’ll share…
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What I learnt about my style doing outfit photos.
That the rules to dressing when your plus size were made up by someone a hundred million years ago and don’t really apply. My Dad still shakes his head when I wear 4 inch heels pushing my height to 6ft 1″. You’re tall enough, he says. Never! I shoot back. No such thing as too…