The Perils of Being Not Fat, Not Skinny but Average...

I always load up on glossy magazines at the airport. This time it was Cosmopolitan and Harpers Bazaar on my flight back to Sydney. As I settled in for some easy reading a lifestyle article in Cosmo caught my eye. 

10 Struggles of Being Not Fat (but not skinny either) by Samantha Matt.

I found it so relatable that I wanted to share it with the girl next to me but for obvious reasons I kept it to myself, smiling throughout the entire article.  

You see we’re always talking about the ‘Overweight Girl' and the ‘Skinny Girl’ but no one ever says much about the ‘Average Sized Girl' who can spend her life trying to identify with either-or. 

Take yours truly for example. At 168 cm tall and 63…ok 65kg I’m not fat but I’m not skinny either. On a good day I’m a size 10 and on a normal day I’m a size 12. My mother likes to buy me size 14 knickers for Christmas “Because they’re comfortable." 

By definition I’m average size and while that sounds all good and well, I still have hang ups about my body like any girl. 

10 Struggles of an Average Sized Girl

1. You don’t think you're fat but you don’t think you're skinny either.
2. There are some parts of your body you LOVE and others not so much (thighs argggg).
3. You attempt to diet but are never 100% committed…
4. Your thought process fluctuates between 'I’m ok with my body' and 'I just want to lose a little bit more'
5. 3kgs can make or break an Average Sized Girl. 3kgs lost and you’re jumping into your favourite body con, 3 kgs gained and you feel like Lena Dunham in that scene with the mesh shirt and cocaine. 
6. You wonder if the guy/girl you like thinks you’re more on the fat side or the skinny side.
7. You’re sceptical when you’re friend says that you’ve lost weight. Is she just being nice or have I really lost weight because I’ve been too busy to go food shopping?
8. You love your food and are never too busy to go food shopping
9. Getting enough sleep usually takes priority over waking up at 6 am and working out to a fitness DVD.
10. But when it comes to photographs you’re more skinny than fat…provided you get the right angle!

Regardless of what dress size you are, I am a huge advocate of body positivity for all women, and have seen a lot of naked women of all shapes and sizes! 

I’m talking about the year I spent in change rooms helping ladies find the perfect lingerie set to make them feel sexy and empowered. Because after all that’s the end game right? Feeling good in the skin you’re in.

And to all the size average ladies like me out there - 

You don’t have to worry about what he thinks of your body…

Google ‘Average size' and you’ll see hundreds of thousands of pages about…penis size!

That’s a blog post for another day ;)

Miss P x

48 Hours in Noosa

This year I decided to celebrate my twenty-something birthday in Noosa. 

You might remember last year’s big champagne drenched soiree at the Shangri-la in Sydney. I don’t – I passed out around 10 pm and woke up with a helium balloon tied around my ear and nipples poking out of the mesh in my little black party dress. Thanks ladies. 

As I was saying...I took a Friday afternoon flight to paradise via Virgin airways. Ciao city!

Hello Noosa! First stop: coffee at Belmondos followed by a browse down Hastings Street. 

I’m currently transforming my apartment from a jail cell into a chic Sydney residence and have been searching for wall art but don’t want it to cut into my snacks budget.

Lamington sounds like a snack but its actually a really cute homewares boutique located at the Noosa Woods end of Hastings Street. Here you’ll find plenty of cool wall graphics for a very reasonable price and a mannequin with pubic hair sticking out the sides of her bikini. Told you, you’d love it!

While Hastings Street has a lot of niche stores, it also has a lot of chain stores like Witchery and most recently Seed Heritage.

Birthday preparation done! The wall graphics - a present to myself and the casual playsuit from Witchery - my little black bday number. 

DAY OF BIRTH 2015!

I woke up to my dad singing in the kitchen. He gave me the option of vegemite on toast or a birthday brunch at Bistro C...

Bistro C Baby!

We gave each other a super cool high five when we scored ourselves the most sought after seats on the boardwalk. Perfect for ‘sussing out’ the swell and deciding on which point of the beach to surf at.

Without looking at the menu, Dad chose the big Big Breakfast and I had a plate of sides.  Check out that serving of bacon! The smashed avo would have been my second choice.

At 12 pm I left dad to go for his surf and I strolled down the street to meet mum at Sails restaurant for lunch. 

Sails is not just another restaurant, it's the venue of choice for weddings and luxe private events. Mum managed to get us the best seats in the house, which even made Noosa’s leading politician (behind) green with envy. 

We splurged on arancini, crispy duck, crab lasagna and apple pie to finish. Sails is a once in a lifetime culinary experience for anyone visiting Noosa.

After our final glass of champagne I got a call from a couple of my best girlfriends. We met at the Noosa Heads Surf Club settled into a table on the deck and drank copius amounts of wine into the late afternoon. 

It was the perfect end to a spectacular day and a beautiful, understated birthday - a classy contrast to the booze, boobs and hotel rooms of last year.

Noosa is a stunning backdrop to any special event. Planning a trip to Noosa? Click any of the links above to find out more details on my favourite places to eat and drink. Not sure what to wear? In Autumn this outfit from Runway Scout will take you from brunch at Bistro C to afternoon drinks at Noosa Surfy effortlessly - you may even pick up a surfer in the process with those killer pins!

Wait I almost forgot to tell you what I got! My twenty something birthday present was...

A website makeover for HOB! AND a trip to New York in June/July.

I might have to take a look at that snacks budget, it's time to prepare for a feast of a lifetime! 

Losing my #MBFW Virginity

I’m standing in the line for the Aje show at Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week, beside me is a fresh faced girl in a beige coat and long trousers who is staring blankly into the sea of fashionistas in front of us.  

“What do you do?” I ask cooly. 

“I’m a blogger.” She says with a great sense of self purpose. There’s no further questions asked, she doesn’t ask me what I do, nor does she seem to care. Which is a shame because I came prepared with my sarcasm, my vibrator jokes and the hilarious real reason why I’m holding a front row ticket. The girl takes out her phone and pretends to do something really engaging. 

While the conversation between her and I might be over, the show must go on!

Every year around this time news feeds everywhere are filled with snaps of Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week. For some its the holy grail of Australian fashion and the social event of the year and for others, like me it’s merely a newsfeed barrier to my daily dose of Kylie Jenner’s lip's and hilariously relatable quotes. 

This year by some stroke of fate I won two front row tickets in a 25 words or less competition. Ok so maybe it was Miss B (who might I add is thriving in her new PR role) who picked me as the winner for the social media comp she created for her client. Despite not actually having the honer of being properly invited I was equally nervous and excited. 

Pre #MBFW

• What the hell am I going to wear?
• Flares, flares are trending at the opening show of Ellery
• *looks down at man size pyjama pants…flares?*
• Ok just stick to black, black is stylish and safe
• Google “Where is Carriageworks?" 
• Everleigh
• Google “Where is Everleigh"
• Right next to your house.
• Okayyyyy
• Bus or Cab?
• Uber, IT girls only take Ubers.

Post #MBFW

What a night! A bevy of designers, bloggers, models, insta-famous, Sydney’s best dressed socialites AND a goodie bag! But before I give you all the gushing and glamourised details let me tell you the truth about MBFW. 

As my beautiful blogger friend Sarah and I veered the corner of Wilson Street, Sarah let out a gasp of excitement. 

“Sydney Fashion Blogger!” she cried.

“Where?” I said flinging my head out of the car.

“There!” She pointed to a face on the side of the street covered in bleached blonde hair. She appeared to be walking away from Carriageworks in the direction of not-so-chic Darlington. 

For some reason I was surprised that she looked so…mere mortal. I’d assume that someone with close to one million Instagram followers would have already been swept into a private car, certainly not walking on her own two feet in the direction of Redfern Station. 

As we stepped out of our Uber at the entrance to Carriageworks, emotions were running high. A MTV host, a pair of insta-famous identical twins and a TV presenter all sauntered down the stairs of what looked like the entrance to a massive garage. 

“We’re here. Where you at? xx” I messaged Miss B to validate my existence at this event. 

Miss B who was working backstage told us to meet her at the main entrance. In front of the main entrance lingered half a dozen photographers waiting for their fashion prey. I tried to act as incognito as humanly possible. To the left was what appeared to be a VIP bar behind a substantial barricade.

“Tony Biviano” Sarah whispered in my ear. I felt another surge of excitement.

Everyone around me looked fresh, stunning whereas I looked like I’d stayed up all night to compensate for the fact that I had to leave Maple HQ two hours early to attend the 5pm show. 

After my run in with the not-so-kind blogger in the line, the doors opened and we were all ushered in by the star of my show, Miro.

(See super handsome security guard below)

The MASSIVE warehouse space was lined with black chairs and white Aje gift bags, for the front row only. Countless photographers held their positions at the very end of the runway. 

I had expected to be assigned a back row seat when a lady directed me to the very first chair at the front of the runway. Next to me was a sea of stunning copper candles that just happened to attract some of the biggest names in style, all in search of the perfect photo op.

(See below two pairs of bronzed pins: Far left: Elle Ferguson and front right: Kylie Clark)

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” I messaged Miss B while trying to take photos of anything and everything.  

And then the FASHION began...

My favourite part of the collection was the evening wear. Stunning gold and black embellished pieces and whimsical floor length tulle. By the final walk Sarah had already decided which dress she was going to wear to her engagement party.

Due to my own personal financial crisis the only piece of Aje I was taking home was this luxe goodie bag. And I was more than ok with that!

So what was in the Aje bags??

Since it's not cool to seem even remotely interested in free designer gifts on the runway, I'm happy to show you the contents on my gift bag behind closed doors...

The Aje gift bags included sweet Sodashi skincare, a selection of Bobbi Brown cosmetics, a bottle of Tempus Two champagne...

And a gorgeous copper Cocolux Candle!

Let's not forget the Dove deodorant of course. Even Sydney's most famous starlets get stinky armpits (shameless promotion). 

While it was exciting rubbing blazers with some of Australia's elite style icons and the queens of the Instagram, being a fashionista is not something I could do for a week let alone for a career. I'm more than happy rocking my flares from the comfort of my own home.

My conclusion of #MBFW in 25 words or less for all the bloggers out there?

Fashion is fleeting, orgasms are forever. 

x

Guilt Free Easter Treats

Easter is all bunnies and calories and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that, BUT if you want to make this Easter unforgettable here are a few guilt-free goodies…

The Rabbit Vibrator 

What? Did you think I was going to be talking truffles? Non, non, non! 

This is the best guilt free Easter treat that should be on top of every girl’s list, single and spoken for. A quality vibrator can change your life. 

Already have a pleasure pal? Well it’s time to upgrade.

Rabbits that look like this:

Are so old school. Sorry Carrie. Whipping out this bad boy is like carrying around a Nokia. 

Old, clunky and most likely sounds like a siren. 

Now this…

It's sleek, sophisticated and travel tote friendly. 100% body safe seamless silicone which means that you can take it in the bath!

GUILT FREE Chocolate

If you MUST have chocolate this Easter opt for something Paleo friendly…

Introducing Pana Chocolate

It’s so beautiful and tasty that you won’t believe its sugar free and dairy free. 

*Swooning*

http://www.panachocolate.com

An Easter Miracle

I also have a very exciting announcement.

I'm going to be an author! 

Of a...

Pleasure Manual! 

Yes a new luxury toy range is soon to be released in Australia and it will be my words on the product booklet and packaging nation wide.

Mum, dad make room in the glass cabinet I’m soon to be a published writer! 

Want an exclusive glimpse of the type of smut you can expect?

The Pleasure Manual: Page 17. 'Do not put your vibrator in the microwave.'

TRUE STORY!!

You read it here first at HOB.

Happy Easter everybody.

Miss P xx

The Most Important Thing a Girl can Have in the City...

Figuratively speaking I’m kicking off my heels and pouring a glass of pinot after a long day playing with lingerie. In reality I left my red soles at work and have made the journey down Bourke Street to my new apartment in ballet flats, there’s an open bottle of red in the cupboard but I’m not too sure if it’s still ok to drink. It then dawns on me that for the first time in my life I have a lust-worthy job and a nice apartment. To top it off things couldn’t be better with Mr P.S so why is it that I feel so inclined to order a Saint Michiba pizza and drown my sorrows in rich truffle sauce? 

Carrie Bradshaw once said, In the city “You're always looking for a job, a boyfriend, or an apartment."

This is true, however there is one very important thing missing from that equation.

When you move to the city there is no guarantee that you will instantly find friends like Charlotte, Miranda and Samantha…in fact after almost 5 years of living in the big city I can tell you that genuine friendships are hardest thing to come by yet one of the most fundamental rules of survival in the concrete jungle. 

I see plenty of wide-eyed girls move to Sydney only to move back home after 6 months. They get caught up in the thrill of it all and fall into the wrong social circles. Weekends are spent making dozens of fabulous faux friends and splurging on lunches at Bondi, Dinners at China Doll and after hour fun at Ivy, Marquee or anyone of the Double Bay hot spots.

The problem with this is…It’s fleeting. Sooner or later your pretty pennies run out and you’re unable to keep up with the lifestyle many Sydneysiders are born accustom to. 

BUT if you stay true to yourself – lame but true, you’ll soon attract the perfect group of friends for you.

Back to the Saint Michiba pizza with prosciutto and truffle sauce…

This time last year I was working part-time, dating a string of dickheads and living in the Dirthouse with 3 girls, my best friends. There was ALWAYS something exciting going on, someone to talk to and someone to eat peanut butter cups with at two in the morning. 

We were each other’s therapists - “Your boss is an asshole, but you’re GREAT!” 

Each others GP’s - “Sounds to me like it could be a UTI and therefore I prescribe a litre of cranberry juice with a vodka chaser.” 

And each others inspirations - “If Miss B can end her long term relationship then I can definitely give this wanker up."

A year later and I’m working full-time (the great job) basically living alone (the great apartment) with no games (the good boyfriend) but I still feel like I’m missing something profound.

If you want to get all deep and meaningful about it, they say the psychology behind Sex and the City is that Charlotte, Samantha and Miranda are all indeed facets of Carrie’s personality. 

I guess that's exactly what great friends are, a part of you. Great friends are people who bring out the best in you…the extra muscle that gets you through the tough times and the confidence you need to do just about anything. 

Since I moved out of the Dirthouse I have been far less social to the point of recluse. I have even convinced myself that my favourite thing to do is watch reality TV with a cup of green jasmine tea. B-O-R-I-N-G! 

According to Carrie I've got everything a girl could need in the big city, but right now a massive part of me is missing...

Dirthouse Queens if you see this, I miss you! AND I've got a massive Saint Michiba pizza with prosciutto and truffle sauce with your name on it.

The lesson for you pretty lady: The secret to surviving in the city are in fact your friends, find the right ones and you will be able to overcome anything including poverty, bad dates and UTI's (please also seek the advice of a professional for anything vaginally related).

P x

MAN MUSINGS: Hot Dudes Reading

The Internet is a weird and wonderful place of which 50% is porn. Another 10% is also porn but not your traditional busty blonde meets well-endowed beef cake type.

Introducing 'Hot Dudes Reading'

 @hotdudesreading is an Instagram account with over 360K followers.

When Miss B tagged me in a post with love heart emoji eyes I knew I was about to be introduced to something revolutionary.

Real men commuting to work not mesmerised by their phones. So what are they doing if they aren’t tormenting some poor woman via text or scrolling through their ex girlfriends instagram account?

They’re reading…

…books. 

If you didn’t feel a deep surge in your loins then you should. Men reading books is the new erotica for women. 

The only thing better than the photos are the captions created by an anonymous group of New Yorkers who I can only assume are a hilarious, witty, honest group of women. 

"Spotted this scruffy prince on his morning commute. Probably to sculpture class. I'm sure he's reading a collection of post-war Russian short stories, but really thinking of how he made love to his French girlfriend this morning and the gluten-free toast they shared."

"Check out this Brooklyn-bound boss' material. Maybe he's an aspiring actor/writer/producer/director/nudist looking for tips. Doesn't matter, I love a man getting in touch with his feminine side. When will he get in touch with mine? Just kidding #notthatkindofgirl

Ladies of the NYC underground you took the words right out of my mouth! 

There is not one dapper-gent-alone-in-a-café-reading-the-Sunday-paper that I don’t stop and gawk at on the way to brunch. There’s something so sophisticated and sexy about a man who can sit comfortably in his own company immersed in current affairs opposed to the cold digital world the majority of us choose to consume ourselves in. 

As for the men featured on @hotdudesreading Instagram...you're intelligent, you're real and although you'll probably never see this (because you're too busy reading Dickens) I'd just like to say...

Thank you for your 10% contribution to the internet...

I really, really appreciate it ;)

The Lingerie Diaries: A French Designer, an Italian Supplier, a bag of Loubs and a Latex Stocking

It’s not everyday that you’re asked to lube up your own leg in the name of research, however in my line of work outrageous requests are almost included in the position description. 

It’s Wednesday morning and I’m responding to an enquiry from a man wanting to try on corsets, when Maple HQ’s French designer approaches my desk with a black shiny thing concealed in plastic casing. 

He unfolds the glossy latex strip and places it in front of me.

"Can you please try?” He asks handing me a bottle of silicone lubricant.

With a penchant for pretty naughty things I'm happy to be the go-to girl for trying on new product however i'd be lying if I said latex wasn't a new concept to me. 

“You want me to try the latex or the lube?” I ask.

“You must put the lubricant on your leg first then the latex, this is our first sample I need to see on the body.”

Okie dokey then.

I slip off my left heel, scrunch up the glossy stocking and put the cool latex over my feet, it pulls on my skin immediately. 

Ah that’s why you need the lubricant.

Next minute our resident Italian is having a heated argument with a supplier, the receptionist is signing for a delivery of lacey suspenders and here I am in the middle of the open plan office lubing up my left leg like I’m basting a big ass turkey. 

The latex finally slides up my skin sucking in everything in sight and before I know it I have a swarm of people around me touching and pulling at my left leg. 

The boss calls for more lubricant to polish the outside of the latex and suddenly I’m being rubbed down like a sumo wrestler before a big fight. 

I feel like the bionic woman, powerful, sexy….invincible. That’s until I lean forward to pick up a bag of Louboutins that are lying in the path of destruction and…

SNAPPPPPPP!

Show. Over. 

Despite breaking the only sample we had, I did have a smile on my face all day.  Did you know silicone lubricant is not only great for shower sex but works just as well as a moisturiser?

All in a days work I tell you.

Paige x

My Clear Skin Routine Featuring Fiji

There’s nothing more frustrating than having bad skin. Growing up I was hit with the acne stick, which meant while other girls were flaunting their spotless selfies I was sitting at home on the family PC painstakingly erasing every blemish with Microsoft Paint. 

I tried everything to clear my skin…even Proactiv. The thing with Proactiv is that sooner or later you'll discover the writing is written on the towels. Yes, every single one of my mothers fluffy towels became covered in bleach coloured patches and the colour of my foundation went from warm beige to Michael Jackson Ivory.

Ermmm…not good!

Although I’ve now out grown my worst skin stage my skin is still far from perfect. However in the last 6 months I’ve found something that actually WORKS for me. 

You all know that I’m no beauty expert, however, when a product gives you the confidence to rock bare skin in front of a boy you really like I consider that newsworthy.

Yes after years of doing the wake up and make up routine, this new skin care regime finally helped me to relax, banish the pimples and the insecurity...

So what the hell is this bloody great skin care regime? Well step this way pretty lady…

First might I say it actually helps to have a skincare regime. When I first moved out of home I fed my face with whatever I could afford, it wasn't until I invested the time and little extra money into a daily routine that I started noticing a big difference.

My Skin Diet

Dolce & Gabbana shades: less squinting means less wrinkles in the long run. Bare Minerals liquid foundation from Mecca (more about this later) Aloe Vera Gel smooths and softens after fun in the sun. Last but not least may I introduce to you the Skinstitut skincare range...my little miracle workers.

I envy those girls who can simply wake up splash their face with water, apply some vegan moisturiser and go. To keep my skin under control I need a cleanser with a little more kick but not so much that it bleaches my face. You know what I'm talking about?

Step 1. Skinstitut L-Lactic Cleanser. It's still got all the good stuff your skin craves (goji berry, seaweed, vitamin B & E) but with the safe amount of L-Lactic acid to banish those blemishes. This cleanser is perfect to use daily!

Hot Tip: Alternate your face wash routine with a gentle cleanser (above) and a tough scrub. This glycolic scrub below is amazing for unblocking pores and deep exfoliation. It is also perfect for acne prone skin. Warning: Do not use everyday! Even the best scrub will quickly dry out your skin which can result in further breakouts.

Step 2. Moisturise! To the dismay of some beauty experts I just skipped 500 steps. Honestly after years of trying EVERYTHING I think that unless you're getting a professional facial (um heaven) then it is not necessary to put a billion tubes of crap on your face. Toners, peels, you name it will just strip your face of all it's natural oils, save yourself some money and simply stick to the essentials.

A good moisturiser is essential. For my skin type I opt for the Skinstitut dry skin moisturiser. It's smooth and creamy but not too thick which means that it won't clog your pores.

Added extras: Age Defence SPF 50+ no excuses, if you want to keep your skin looks fresh and fabulous for years to come you must use some type of sunscreen. Rejuvenate Serum your after sun lover helps to smooth and hydrate your skin after a big day at the beach.

The best thing: All Skinstitut products are 3 for $99 so you can finally afford quality skincare for a fraction of the price of other brands.

Make up! I once left a thick layer of L'Oreal foundation on for 2 days...2 days!! I had just started seeing this really gorgeous gent and was too afraid to let him see me bare faced. On the night of the second day I could feel every congested pore and every pimple, it hurt to move my face! If you've ever had bad skin you'll understand the mountain of anxiety that comes with it.

I'm telling you right now if you want to improve the condition of your skin you need to stop covering it with crap. When I was in Paris I discovered this liquid foundation by Bare Minerals. The best thing about it is that it goes on and dries like a light mineral power but it gives the coverage of a great liquid foundation. Perfect for concealing acne scars and redness and at the same time letting your skin breathe. Sydney ladies you can purchase this for only $38 at your closest Mecca store, I get mine from Mecca Bondi Junction and they even match your skin colour for free!

Last but not least...water. It's a no brainer really. Drink and glow bombshells, drink and glow!

Ok now I'm ready for my close up...

To me my skin in this picture is mind-blowing. Yes I'm wearing a thin layer of Bare Minerals foundation and if you look close enough you can still spot the little bumps on my forehead, however I couldn't be happier with the results I've experienced over the last 6 months.

The best bit was when I went to the dermatologist to get more Skinstitut cleanser last week.

I put a big bottle of the scrub on the counter and contemplated getting a second bottle while I was there in case of emergency and then the lovely lady behind the counter stopped me. 

"Is this for your skin?" she asked kindly.

"Ah, yes" I said feeling self conscious about the fact that I had no make-up on and was quite red and sweaty from my run.

"I need whatever cleanser is good for acne prone skin." I added quietly to ensure no one else could near me. 

She looked at my face and shook her head. 

"But you don't have any acne, you have lovely skin" she said reaching for a less potent product.

Strangely I was overcome with emotion. Unlike some of my beautiful friends, no one has ever told me that I have good skin. It has always been obvious that I struggled with breakouts and those days that they didn't stare a little too long at my forehead were good days for me. 

Now people comment on my complexion and although my instinct is to still put my hand up to my face to cover my chin, I know all that insecurity is slowly fading away. 

Just because this skin care routine worked for me doesn't mean it will work for you, but take it from a girl who's been in your shoes and tried everything...this might be exactly what you've been praying for. It was for me.

Check it out for yourself: www.skinstitut.com 

Paige x

Bulla Bombshells! Welcome to Fiji...

When Mr P.S asked me if I’d like to escape for the long weekend I thought he was referring to a few bottles of wine and a menu-log-athon. Shame on me for thinking that ‘take-you-away’ meant ‘take-away’.

“What could be better than Oriental Healthy thai curry and steamed dumplings?” I emailed back from my desk, the clock now lingering on 8 pm. 

“You’ll see. Think beachy and pack your passport.” he replied instantly. 

Forget 'I love you', 3 words I beg to hear from my gent is 'pack your passport'. Done and done!

Be warned if you're looking to holiday in Fiji, the popular island of Denarau boasts plenty of resorts, however not all are equally as inviting.

Luckily I did the research for you and picked the cream of the crop!

Known for it's stunning ocean front views, luxurious day spa and picturesque palm trees, the Westin Denarau Island Resort is perfect for lovers and...

lovers of delicious cocktails...

During the day it was all about long sessions in the sun, heavenly massages and colourful drinks...

And when the sun went down...

That's when we feasted...

On day 2, Mr P.S surprised me with a jet ski safari around the islands with a spot of snorkelling...

Nothing but the sun, sea and two giant floating boobies...bulla!

And then it was my turn to take Mr P.S somewhere amazing...

Want to do something a little out of the ordinary? Take a speed boat ride to Cloud 9. It's literally a floating bar in the middle of the South Pacific Ocean. Nothing but crystal clear water, good vibes...

And pizza! Straight out of the pizza oven.

The best bit, you can dive off the side to cool off after tearing it up on the floating dance floor!

Make sure not to fall into the tourist trap of eating at the resort every night! Get out and discover the Port. Only a 5 minute Bulla Bus ride from the hotels, it's cheap and you might just find a glass of champagne with your name on it...

H-A-P-P-Y

Off on a surprise getaway with your beau but don't have enough time to shop for the occasion? Lucy in the Sky is my new favourite online boutique. The dress above was only $50 and if you live in Sydney CBD they do next day deliveries for free!

Life's little luxuries hey...

It's not over! The beautiful Fiji becomes the backdrop in my next post about skincare and my experience growing up with less than beautiful skin. Yes I'm talking about acne and what happens when you wear make up to a boy's house or in my case, a boy's ocean front suite.

Until next time peeps...

Bulla! :D