Field trip to the Botanic Gardens!

Ok so one of the most amazing things about studying to be a Naturopath is that you get to study some pretty cool stuff. The way plants grow and develop into things that can be great for our health is only one example of the truly, truly fascinating (and sometimes freaky) things we're learning about.

A couple Wednesdays ago on one of the more stunning Spring mornings Melbourne has been gracing us with (keep 'em coming! this girl can't get enough!) we had a lil field trip to the Herbarium and Herb Garden at the Royal Botanic Gardens right by my house, a little added bonus :)

May I just say... wow! For a gal who's pounded the Tan track a few bazillion times like any self-respecting Melburnian, I can. not. believe that the treasures of the Garden were but a slight detour away! My favourite by far was our visit to the Greenhouses. Those colours, that humidity (Hi Sydney. Miss you. x), man oh man. Just. Wow.

It helps that my giggly besties were there in attendance too. Next time we go back we've already decided we're having a scone date at the Tea Rooms afterwards. It's what any Naturopath would do, der!

xx

Wednesday night hangs in our city.

When I first moved to Melbourne back in December last year, Sally was my saving grace, taking me into her home, letting me crash in with her gorge daughter Amelia and annoy her husband Rothy til I found my feet (read: til I wasn't homeless or jobless anymore).

While Sally and Rothy were like my new little Melbourne parents and Amelia my new little sister, Rachael was definitely my mischievous older sister, always up for some cheeky fun. When I was bored in the daytime and had nothing to keep me occupied (read: a job), Rach was always at hand, never poo-poo-ing the idea of a drink in the sun before 3pm.

Now all these months down the track, the three of us are often getting together, not so much to drink in the daytime, but definitely still to annoy Rothy, and on this occasion, the three of us went on a date with Melbourne on a Wednesday night. We had cocktail hour at a classic, The Toff and some of Mama Shandongs finest dumplings for dinner. But not before we'd had a bunch of fun in the late night random stores along Bourke St.

A classic Melbourne night with some classic Melbourne dames!

xx

what are you trying to tell me, my dear body?

I have officially been in the wars. And when I say officially I mean not a single soul other than I have made anything official and when I say wars I mean not actual wars. But my poor, aching body has been trying to tell me a little something of late.

I've battled head colds, fevers, racking coughs, fainting and spewing in the street after blood tests (embarrassing!) and now! to top it all off! my wisdom teeth are being the biggest jerks in the entire world and making half of my face look squirrel-hiding-nuts-ish. Geez! Gimme a break already!

Now while I know this is absolutely nothing, and so many people deal with so much worse, I do have to think there's a little somethin' somethin' goin' on here. I get it, body, you're not happy with me. And I hear ya! It might have taken me the whole month of August but I hear ya. Better late than never/in hospital, right?! I've really been making an effort to hold up my end of the bargain and prioritising my health and sleep and healthy food and taking deep breaths and letting go of stress. While the symptoms suck, I'm so grateful for the slow down message and even more grateful for a body that can heal.

And in the meantime, before these sucky wisdom teeth get pulled the heck out, I've decided the best thing to help me smile with a big, fat face is some bright-ass clothes and lipstick.

(spot the fat cheek!!)

xx