The 2017 House Rules contestants. Photo courtesy Channel Seven.
I rarely watch reality television; a few episodes of Toddlers and Tiaras here, some Location, Location, Location re-runs there. I’ll even have a stake in the office Bachelor sweep. But there’s nothing I enjoy, or become as addicted to, as House Rules. In our family, it’s a yearly ritual. My mum and I have watched the show from the start, analysing every episode and becoming armchair stylists as each room is uncovered. Last year, despite saying he would “never watch that crap”, my dad started watching. He even cried when the boys saw their renovated house and, of course, when they won.
I’ve always been a cautious person. Reluctant to bend the rules or stand out from the crowd. Unsurprisingly, I’ve taken this tip-toe approach when it comes to my bank balance too. Well, mostly.
I was lucky enough to have parents who supported me financially until I moved to university. I know many people who weren’t in the same position and I’m forever thankful they allowed me to escape any money worries while I was still in high school.
But instead of splurging when I became the controller of my own financial destiny at 17, I was even more cautious. Going into uni, I had a set figure I’d deposit into savings each fortnight and a strict budget. Whenever I considered buying anything which wasn’t essential (books, clothes, a nice dinner out off-campus) I’d spend ages weighing it up.
I’m very late to the podcast party, but I’ve become ridiculously obsessed. I listen to my favourite podcasts when I’m doing housework, putting on make-up, driving, or just lounging around. While I listen to quite a lot of podcasts, these few are my absolute favourites and, if you’re also new to the podcast game, they each have dozens of episodes to catch up on. So pop those earbuds in and get listening.
I’ve always been a people pleaser. I want everyone to like me, to think I’m nice despite the personal consequences. This has been exacerbated by my anxiety over many years and I’ve spent more time than I want to calculate stressing about what others think of me. But things are going to change. Read More
“Holy shit, I look incredible!”
I don’t even know how many times I said this, or something similar, to my bestie as she showed me how our headshot session photos were turning out. I immediately put it down to her amazing photography skills (seriously, she is INCREDIBLE), the right angle, perfect lighting.
I’m 22 and still shocked when I don’t think I look disgusting in a photo. I’m even more surprised when I think I may even look a little… *whispers* hot. Can I say that?
Let’s just say it’s amazing what a few hours in front of a camera can do for your confidence.
There are no dedicated book stores where I live, so I either buy online or wait to splurge when visiting friends and family in Brisbane. While I adore browsing the two-storey Dymocks in the CBD, I wanted to explore another independent bookstore during my most recent visit. My mum and I visited Folio Books about a year ago and I’ve been wanting to visit again ever since. I got completely lost in there this time and emerged with a whole pile of new books.