My mum once told me that the most valuable items she owned where her photographs. I couldn't agree more.
A few months ago when I was back home visiting my parents, my mum pulled out boxes and boxes of old photographs of me and my brothers growing up. It was lovely to look back, reminisce, and laugh at all the fashion disasters.
Changing style is a difficult decision. Who ever knows if that cut you just saw on a celebrity will suit you? Here's one way.
The Seventh Birthday Wish by Bruce E. Arrington and Florence Jayne is a fantasy picture book for ages 4-8 about Wesley and his magical adventure on his birthday. In a faraway land lived Wesley, and when he turned four, a door without a handle appeared in his castle home. Wait he must until seven years…
It's been a minute since I've blogged, hasn't it? Although I'm not a member of the Club of the Chronically Busy--you know, those who spend vast portions of the miniscule amount of free time they want us to think they have, regaling us with incessant updates on their importantly spent time and concurrent unavailability because spontaneity and laziness frighten them so--I actually have been kind of busy.
The current state of online journalism isn't far off from the mental capacity of Jerzy Kozinsky's 1979 fictional film character Chauncey Gardiner.
"Look at the moon - isn't it beautiful?" My dad asked me as I cried into the plate of food in front of me, pushing around the pieces of sushi as if by rearranging them I could rearrange my life.
I set out to make hi-hat cupcakes - cupcakes with a giant frosting swirl coated in chocolate. Hi-hat cupcakes are spectacles on their own, but today I
Burnt Impressions sells the ultimate in SELFIEs catering to our narcissistic tendencies. For $75 you get a depiction of your face on a piece of toast. VOILA and then you or your loved one gets to eat it.