I guess I am officially almost old tomorrow. With one year left until the big three oh hits, I decided that this is a good of a time as any to make a few promises to myself.
I must admit that though I am a Swede, I do struggle facing the cooler months.
There was a purpose to my very strategic move to Australia at 17, for ever in the search of endless beaches, sea salty hair and 20 degree “winters”. But as I explained to my friend back home over the phone the other day, mid-winter can actually become a bit dreary, even here in Australia. I’m a busy person, so here is a lazy girls guide to keeping that bronzy glow throughout the year.
My Mum has always been great at spotting new brands in everything from fashion to food, and jumping on the band wagon pretty early. Sometimes I do the daughter thing, roll my eyes slightly and go “Sure, Mum – it’s cool.” – where most of these times I end up regretting my attitude. Be it months or years later.
My introduction to Thomas Sabo was through a scenario just like this, when she came home with a silver link bracelet with one charm delicately hanging off it.
I have a confession to make. I have a slight crush on frank.
I’m not going to lie. I don’t understand people who don’t enjoy coffee.
Not saying you have to be slightly OTT like me – after all, I am from a country where we invented an entirely unique word just to decisive the act of having coffee with friends (“fika” – yes, it’s real). So three to four cups a day might be a little excessive.
I’m not sure why I am torturing myself with this post now. Perhaps it’s because it currently feels so far away from reality that I question if it ever happened. And if it did, what did it look like, feel like?
Well, a little something like this.