little palm island, part one.


Little Palm Island, FL - A little slice of heaven

It's been the longggggest time coming, but here I am finally sharing the photos from our seriously magically sensational stay at Little Palm Island. I can even begin to form any sentences together after uploading all these images. All I can say is that it was some of my all time favourite days of my life. Those four days there with George, on our honeymoon, were beyond sublime.

Let's start from the beginning. George and I arrived at what we thought was the full resort (if you search Little Palm Island on Google Maps you'll see that it looks like it's on Little Torch Key) but that was only the check in point. We then got ushered to The Truman boat (after a delicious rum cocktail of course) which took us to the proper beautiful island resort. We were greeted so warmly and shown around the whole island (when I say whole island that means an island that you have to walk around 4 times until you've walked 1 mile haha) before we got to our amazingly beautiful & super relaxing bungalow (that even had our new combined last name on the front). 

Our stay there went something like this; wake up slowly to the scent of mango & coconut, breakfasts of fresh fruit platters out on our balcony, using the complementary fishing boats to go and explore Picnic Island, laying by the pool, reading by the pool, cocktails by the pool, enjoying delicious lunches by the pool, then drifting off to sleep in our hammock, becoming best friends with the adorable Key deer (we had NO idea there would be deer on the so cool!), super slow strolls around the island, couples massages at the stunning spa, sunset cocktails, sunset bonfires, deliciously fresh seafood dinners, post-dinner wines back at our bungalow....anddddd repeat :) :). Can you see what I mean when I say was it just a DREAM? 

I know there is a ridiculous amount of photos in this post (I even culled so many) and there will be even more photos coming up later this week but I'm so glad I went super snap happy crazy with the camera so we can always remember every sensational element of it.

winston the puppy + new home!

Winston! Tomorrow marks the two week point of welcoming this adorable little sidekick into our world and oh my goodness he is the cutest puppy addition of all time. He's already racked up a hilarious concoction of nicknames like; Winnie Von Trapp, Winstable, Winstonia, Winestrone which turns into Minestrone! Haha! 

He realllllllllly wants to be friends with Russell, but Russell has a completely different agenda (as in, is looking to bump him off somehow haha). Whereas Archie, on the other hand is extremelyy intrigued by him until Winston does that crazy puppy jumping...then Archie runs away as fast as possible haha. It's all high quality entertainment around here! 

Winston is also the most hil-ar-i-ous when he is in a crazy running mood. He will run endless laps around the backyard until he's exhausted and wants to go sleep on the cold tiles in the laundry. He is the BEST! I love him. 

Now onto another announcement of change around here. We are moving house! 4km away from where we currently live now so not far haha! We are moving to a much bigger house which will be absolutely perfect for a number of things we are looking for. 

The only thing is that we are still living with my parents. 25, married and living with my parents. Not the ideal situation. There's good sensible reasons behind it though. A while ago now (8 years), my parents sold my childhood house in Lane Cove and decided to rent in the upper north shore. This was for numerous reasons like; Eddy and I went to school in the area, it was the area where both my parents grew up, they wanted to put more money into their business etc etc etc. Asset rich, cash poor was the main underlying reason though. And so we sold and rented a much bigger house in Turramurra. But then with Eddy moving to Canada and me living over in England, that house was getting too big for just Mum & Dad so they downsized to a smaller, but nicer house in Wahroonga (where we are now). I urged them to apply for it because it would be perfect for two with a little extra space for an office & storage. 

Little did we know that George and I would be moving to Sydney just 8 months later, without a place to live (if Eddy hadn't left for Canada 3 days later we would have been stuffed haha). Mum and dad offered we live with them and not pay rent so we could save and move out to our own place (which is what we were/still are dreammmming about). However, then the realisation of paying for some of our wedding and a big honeymoon popped into our heads and so we reevaluated and said we would move out when we got back from our honeymoon. So a couple of days after we returned, we went to go check out a few places in the Manly/Freshwater area. It was actually kind of painful to see what you get for $500 per week (in size, the places were nice...ish but very small). 

So on the way home we chatted about it all. On the honeymoon we had discussed the option of investing in a complete redesign of the What To Cook website which at the time seemed like a pipe dream, but after viewing the rental property market on the beaches, it was starting to feel like a good idea to look into now! We came home and pitched the idea to my parents - split the cost of the website, but move into a bigger house (before one of us went crazy). They were on board after reassuring if we were sure we wanted to go ahead. And yes, we were, as long as we could find a house that would allow us to live somewhat separate "at home" lives. 

As I went about investigating for the website, mum & George went about investigating the house. We were planning to move after Christmas but last Wednesday the PERFECT HOUSE popped up. We went to view it straight away and applied immediately. And after a couple of days of pure waiting torture (I was dreammmming about that kitchen and that pool) we found out last Wednesday that our application was approved! We are moving on the 19th Dec and will be in the new house for Christmas! 

It's an amazing house and we cannot believe how lucky we are we happened to see it online at just the right time! It has so much beautiful natural light, beautiful hardwood floors, heaps of extra space and rooms even for when Eddy comes back from Canada next May! It's perfect. But it's definitely not what we envisaged our living arrangements would be in the first year of marriage. 

I've come to realise though that plans change, and there are different ways about going about things. I think I am the only person I know out of my friends who still live on the upper north shore (most have moved down closer to the city) and still live with their parents (however most live in share houses which George and I are not willing to do). But the bestttttt thing is that I have an incredibly supportive husband who believes in What To Cook and it's prospects. Let's hope/work really hard so it all pays off :) :) :) 

Phases of life are so weird & funny don't you think? This is definitely an exciting and promising phase even if it's different to the original plan. It's all about adapting and making your dreams work under all kinds of circumstances. Plus, the new house will mean a fresh start (George and I have even bought a new bed & beautiful bedding for it) and I am a complete and utter SUCKER for fresh starts. 

P.S Thank you so much for the comments on this post. I was beyond touched and it helped me so so so much! I'll have an update after my dentist appointment this Wednesday :) Check back to the post because I've responded to each beautiful comment. 


Hey hey hey heyyyyyyy :) ! So it is 11.30pm and I have finally plucked up the courage to post this post. This is going to be a bit of a different kind of post than what I usually share but I have been wanting to write it for a little while now. I have just been too self conscious. Now lets get down to business because I'm totally dramatising something that isn't even that bad.

Anywayyyyy....I'm finally booked in for a dentist appointment next Wednesday. This is a big deal for me because I have been putting it off for months, maybe even longer than a year! It got to the point where George had had enough and booked the appointment for me (more on this later). The thing is, I have been dealing with an absolutely horrendous tooth for so long I can hardly remember when the pain started. I've previously had root canal on it (back in England) but the pain & sensitivity has remained quite prominently. It's not an every day, excruciating kind of pain though, it's more of an underlying, extremely consistent and stubborn kind of pain. I am self diagnosing here, but I am pretty sure it has lead to extreme jaw aches which leads to extremeeeely annoying head aches/pain!

It turns out that I might seem to cope well on a day-to-day basis, but I become more and more of a basket case as the week goes on. Not externally though (as in no one would really notice). And not a basket case in terms of throwing my toys out of the pram and having a complete melt-down, more in the sense that I find myself not being able to concentrate on something for more than approximately 3-5 minutes which obviously makes me ridiculously pathetic at being productive and then leads to me being extremelyyyyyyy frustrated with myself and then the jaw/head pain will only intensify. It's a vicious circle. By 4-5pm I feel like I have a thick fog circling around the space between my eyes and it just can't go away. 

Most of the time a good nights sleep will sort me out for majority of the next day, but now I have come to realise that I am clenching my jaw in my sleep and will wake up in pain. Starting the day in pain is nottttttttttt good. will 100% think I am crazy but with all this annoying, nagging, liveable but uncomfortable pain, I have randomly drifted off to wondering WHY I haven't sorted this bulls**t out yet! And it is the same as last time I had something worrying me (perhaps I need to get my thyroid checked ha) in the health department.....I am an absolute terrified nervous-wreck when I am not feeling 100%. It's like all I can think about is the terrible, awful, most horrendous things that could be wrong with me and I start to think that if I go see the doctor/dentist/whoeverrrrr it may be, they will tell me I am dying. Ha! It sounds crazayyyy when I type it out but it is seriously what goes through my head 

I am totally & utterly completely terrified of death. I'm not sure if it's something most 25 year olds find themselves worrying about but I feel like I have always worried about it. It could be because I feel I really do value what I have and what I am surrounded by so so so so incredibly much. There is nothing more I want in this world than to grow old with George, have beautiful little babies with him and then see our children have children of their own. I am not afraid of growing old in the slightest, I'm more afraid that I won't get to. "A lot to lose" has never felt more true. we grow up, we experience extreme heartache and loss first-hand. On top of that, I feel I am bombarded with these absolutely heartbreaking stories through social media and the internet. When I read a headline (I often can't bring myself to read the whole story) of someone's struggle to fight a terminal illness I am left thinking "why them and why not me?". Because if it can happen to them, it can happen to me or to anyone. I get daily reminders from my own crazy mind on just how fragile life is and it scaressssss me! 

I do recognise that this fear of mine does have it's positives. I believe that it is because of this fear that I am fiercely obsessed with living for the moment and living every day as intentionally as I can. It means that countless times a day, when I am outside in the fresh air, I will actually stop and breathe a couple deep breaths and truly let my appreciation for life sink in. 

I've been tossing up back and forth for weeks about if I should share this or not. I am not an open person in regards to my weaknesses or vulnerabilities (I'll always think of people who are much worse off than me and tell myself to get over it), I hate confrontation and I'll only ever cry in front of my family (and that's rare itself). So the fact that I have finally put these thoughts down keyboard-to-laptop-screen is absolutely massssssive to me (perhaps the late hour and 3 glasses of wine have helped haha). In any sense, I already feel a sense of relief in getting these feelings out....isn't it weird how that happens! 

In going along with that sense of relief, here are a few other fears that I hope will disappear after I click 'publish' on this post: 

  • Having difficulty getting pregnant/NOT getting pregnant. I actually can not fricking wait to be a mum! I feel like it is my trueeeeeeeest of true true true callings in life. I also cannot wait for George to be a dad! It all makes me so extremely excited. The idea of that not happening freaks me our like nothing else. But...we are puppy parents now so that's something ;)

  • I fear I'll always be 'mediocre' professionally. I feel I've had roughly the same dream for yearssssssss and sometimes it frustrate me like nothing else. I know I am getting better at going after what I want in my 'career' but the idea of never really getting to where I want to be scares me.  

  • This is a super small & pathetic fear but I absolutely despise talking on the phone. Not to every single person but I would really rather messaging someone or face-to-face contact. That explains why George booked that dentist appointment for me ;)

So there we go. My mind is mildly crazy haha! But it does feel weirdly good to expose it's crazy parts.

I also am starting to think that my lack of blogging has been because I have been dying to write this post but haven't known how to start it. I felt that blogging about what I was getting up to day-to-day/over the weekend or blogging for the sake of blogging felt a bit like a farce until I could get out what I realllly wanted to share. 

If I can sort my productivity levels out then I'll be back to normal blogging scheduling and that is a GREAT thing because there is so much excitement happening for me/us at the moment and I can't wait to share it all. 

Fingers crossed my dentist appointment next week goes smoothly and that wretched tooth/jaw/head/life gets sorted out for good! 

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bungan beach.

Pretty much every weekend (during the summer months), I have been driving past this beach without realising! I had heard of it seeing as it's the beach where my old school went to for surf lifesaving, but I had never actually been there. 

Then over the weekend, George and I found ourselves up on the northern beaches again and after a little brunch sesh we went on an adventure through all the beautiful windy cliffside roads. We parked our car at the top of the cliff and decided we would check out Bungan and go for a stroll/semi-dip in the water. And....ohhhh my goodness I am so happy we did! 

After living and being brought up in Sydney, it's not often that I will lose my shit over a beach. But this one took me by the best surprise of all time! Don't you love it when that happens? When you think you've seen all that a place can offer until something out of nowhere completely blows you away?! 

You can only access this beach by foot, theres no by-the-sand-parking. This makes it all the more amazing. To get there, you walk through an enchanted oasis of beautiful ocean-side bush, before coming out onto pristine sand and sea.

Once we got there, George and I strolled from one end to the other before laying back on the sand to truly appreciate the moment (and to take a selfie haha!). It was such a fun spring Sunday Sydney adventure. I think I'll be seeing a lot more of this beach over the summer :) :)



Sooooo this was a sneaky little surprise and the best kind of spontaneity! On Monday afternoon, George rang to say that when I pick him up from the station later that day, he would be joined with two of our friends who were going to check out a litter of Jug (Jack Russell x Pug) puppies not far from our house. I wasn't going to go with them. I was going to pick them up, drop myself off back home and then get George to drive them (I made that boring line of "I've got so much do to..bla bla blah") to the house full of puppies. However, it wasn't hard to persuade me into going though. All George had to say was "let's go play with some puppies" and I was done for but the thought of coming home with a puppy didn't even cross my mind....haha silly me!

George and I instantly fell in love with little Winston (puppy no name at this point)! I couldn't put him down. He was absolutely absurdly adorable! George and I had a mini conversation about how he is the perfect breed for us and our current life situation (unlike last time) and started chatting over a couple of the logistics before telling the owner that we would be in contact later that night to confirm if we will be coming back to get him. We just had to get past dad (seeing as we live with my parents and have Russell & Archie to think about as well) (mum is a huge softie so she will always jump at the chance of getting another dog).

It took a little while to get it signed off by dad. He wasn't too keen at first, but when we showed him photos and said that we had to make a quick decision before he was given to someone else, he was on board. We rang the breeder immediately (after a little victory puppy-dance....I felt like I was a teenager again after being told I was allowed to go to a mildly scandalous house party haha) and arranged to pick him up the following morning.

After dropping George at the train station the next morning, mum and I went to get him and bring him home! He just the best thing ever and we are all obsessed with him (apart from Russell and Archie who are still very confused/nervous/worried that their whole world has just been destroyed by a tiny puppy....but they are getting extra treats and cuddles :) so they aren't hating it tooooo much). Yay Winston!! :) :)