Looking back to before I became a parent I’m not really sure how many children I wanted…maybe two? Maybe I pictured myself with two girls (because I have an older sister) but I’m not too sure, I can’t quite remember. But what I do remember is that when I did fall pregnant at the age of 28 I was convinced I was having a boy. We chose not to find out but during my entire pregnancy I pictured myself with a boy and it just felt so right. And then the very minute that beautiful boy of ours was born it immediately felt like out family was complete. And that feeling has not changed.
Because we have an only child we often feel pressured to get things right. The pressure of course comes from only ourselves… we’ve only got one shot at this! Our poor son is totally our guinea pig in this whole parenting caper. It also means that for us, every first is also the last. Next year, our son will be starting school. He is our first child to go to school and our last child to go to school. It’s like a big double whammy right? And I’m feeling all the feels about it….
I’m excited for this next stage, excited to watch our son grow and learn. I’m also scared…will he like school? Will he make friends? Will he get lost? I’m happy to see him become more independent but at the same time sad that he’s growing up and needs me that bit less. Yep, I’m feeling all the feels. I have no doubt I’m going to be a freaking mess on his first day of school, not that I’m going to let my son see that of course, I’m going to be all cool, calm and collected and then when he’s out of sight I plan to burst into tears…good plan right?
So to all your parents who have gone before me, who have seen their first child off to school and maybe their last, what advice do you have for me? How do I deal with all the feels?
I’ve been reading a lot lately, making a concerted effort to pick a book instead of the phone. I’ve been reading at night and first thing in the morning instead of watching TV. If my son will allow it some days I even manage to squeeze in some reading in the late afternoon. I’ve been making my way through a list of books I’ve been wanting to read for some time, picking up a few at the library each week. Here’s some quick reviews of what I’ve read this month:
Craft for the Soul: Written by one of my all time fav bloggers, Pip Lincolne, this is one of the sweetest books getting around. It’s filled with little bits of inspiration, activities and prompts to get you thinking and creating. The book also includes ten step-by-step crafty projects. This is the perfect book to buy your bestie or keep on your bedside table when your feeling a little blue.
Eat, Pray, Love Made Me Do It: This book was published to celebrate ten years since the release of the original ‘Eat, Pray, Love’ by Elizabeth Gilbert. If you were a fan of that book then I’m sure you’ll enjoy this one too. The book is a collection of short stories from readers who were inspired to make a real life change after reading ‘Eat, Pray Love’. Some of the changes were big, some were small yet still significant realisations. It was a quick and easy read and whilst I don’t think there was anything particularly groundbreaking about it was a good little hit of inspiration which I still enjoyed.
The Paper House: There’s been a lot of buzz surrounding this debut novel by Anna Spargo Ryan so I was a little worried I’d be disappointed. I wasn’t. This book had me with the very first line; “My heart fell out on a spring morning – the kind that rose coolly in the east and set brightly in the west.” Anna’s writing is just so beautiful, she describes the indescribable in the most poetic way. The Paper House is told from the point of view of Heather, a woman who is struggling with the sudden loss of her unborn baby. The book delves into some pretty big issues; Heather’s story becomes intertwined with that of her mothers, a woman who battled her own demons in the form of a serious mental illness. I just couldn’t put this book down; particularly towards the end when it went to a place I didn’t think it would; it had me captivated. I can’t say too much without ruining the story but if you haven’t already done so you should really read this book, it’s one of those stories that just stays with you.
The Anxiety Book: Written by Aussie journalist Elisa Black, this book is a ‘true story of phobias, flashbacks and freak-outs and how Elisa got her ‘inner calm back’. I wouldn’t describe this as a self help book although I certainly did find it helpful. Rather than telling us what anxiety is, why we have it and how to control it, Elisa simple tells her own story. And she tells its with great honesty. I could relate to a lot of what Elisa had to say, and had many ‘a-ha’ moments throughout the book. So many times it was like she reached into my body, pulled out my thoughts and feelings and put them into words. The biggest thing I took away from this book was that I am not alone and I am not crazy! If you suffer from anxiety I highly recommend you read this book. If you don’t suffer from anxiety but know someone who does then I still highly recommend you read it; it might just help you to understand
The Anti Cool Girl:Rosie Waterland is an Australian writer best known for her hilarious recaps of The Bachelor on the Mamamia Website (you can check them out here). If you’re a fan of Rosie’s writing then you will absolutely love this memoir. She does not shy away from anything, letting you in on all of the sordid details of her upbringing, with chapter titles like ‘Your mum will be a sex worker, and you’ll have no idea’, ‘You will get caught masturbating while watching rugrats’ and ‘Your friends will find a dead body in the bush and it will be your dad’. Rosie’s writing is totally in you face, if I’m honest at some points I squirmed; felt a bit uncomfortable. Rosie’s story is actually really sad and tragic but she has a way of poking fun at everything; I guess it’s the reason she survived and has become the success she is today.
What have you been reading lately? Have you read any of these? Any books you can recommend that I should read next?
Recently, there’s been a lot of talk in the media about the income divide between women and men and for many years there’s been discussion around the worth (or rather lack there of) that we place on stay at home mums. Honestly, whilst I’m totally aware that these issues exist I’ve never given them a great deal of thought. I’ve been quite happy coasting along in our family situation which works for us. But last week my husband and I received our superannuation statements in the mail on the same day. I opened them and was shocked at what I saw. It really made me stop and think.
My husband and I have been in the workforce for the exact same amount of years. For the majority of that time we were earning roughly the same money. Yet, he has DOUBLE the amount of super that I do. Why? Because when my son was born I had a year of maternity leave. Because after that I chose to return to work on a part time basis. Because I’ve decided to take a year of long service leave to be able to take him to and from kinder. These are choices that I will never ever regret, I make them happily, but it’s a real slap in the face when you see those figures on paper, in black and white like that. For me it’s ok, because I have a husband. He works full time and picks up the slack in my earnings. When we retire it will be together and we will have our combined super to support us. But what about single parents? What about those that don’t have a partner to ‘pick up the slack’?
It really comes back to the worth that we place on the role of stay at home parents; hands down the hardest job in the world yet paid the least (or nothing at all). I know this is a big issue and I also know there is no easy answer. If only it were as simple as paying stay home parents for their work, but it’s really not that simple and I get that. I don’t have the answer but what I do know is that the best place we can start is by thinking about it, but questioning it and challenging it. We need to openly talk about this great divide that exists.
At the end of the day, I would happily give up all the money in the world to be a mum. I don’t look at those superannuation figures and regret anything but it sure has got me thinking about those women who aren’t as lucky as me….
What do you think? I might be opening up a can of worms here but I’d really love to hear your thoughts on this!
For as long as I can remember I’ve been a lover of words; both as a reader and a writer. I guess maybe I get it from my parents. My Mum is an avid reader, she always has a book on her bedside table. Growing up she would read whatever book my sister and I were reading, whether it be for school or pleasure. As adults we still regularly swap books with each other. My Dad, whilst not much of a reader or writer still has a great love for words; through song. He’s known to regularly instruct others to “listen to the words” as he turns up a tune. Growing up my sister and I would endure hours of Elton John in the car. I say endure because back then my sister and I hated it. Now, I have more of an appreciation of good music and don’t mind a bit of Elton John. My Dad always used to always say “Listen to the words. Do you know the story behind this song?” There was always a story. The story behind Tears in Heaven, and Paradise by the Dashboard Light. Needless to say my tiny mind was blown when I really listened to the words of Lola by The Kinks.
As a kid I loved to write stories and as a teenager I used to spend hours writing down the lyrics to songs; I could even manage to find deep meaning in a Limp Bizkit song (true story). I had a little notebook where I would write down my favourite sayings and quotes…I still have it tucked away in a drawer somewhere. Somewhere along the line I forgot about my love for words, I wouldn’t say I lost it because I’m sure it never went away, it was always there just under the surface, I just got a bit distracted by….life. That happens. But the past few years I’ve rediscovered my love of words; I’m reading and writing more than I have before. This year I even started to get paid for my writing…which is both wonderful and weird all at the same time. I try not to get too caught up in that because I know that when money become the reason for things the love can often die and I really don’t want that. I want to keep writing and reading just because I love it and if it that opens up to other things then that’s awesome too.
A couple of weeks ago I went to a talk by one of my all time favourite authors, John Marsden. Growing up my sister and I were obsessed with the Tomorrow When the War Begun series and my Mum joined us in our obsession. We listened to John talk for an hour about writing and words. Something in particular he said really stuck with me. He was talking about children and how they are so open and free in the way they use their words; often mashing them up and inventing new ones. He said we end up squashing that imagination with rules; all the rules about how we must/musn’t use words. We crush their confidence and that can often cause them to retreat. Isn’t that heartbreaking? He gave the example of a time when he took his English class to a cliff face looking out towards the ocean and asked the to write about what they saw. One girl began writing something along the lines of “the sparkling blue ocean…” and John groaned, not only because it wasn’t original but also because that wasn’t what the girl saw at all. In fact, the weather was horrible that day, there was no sun and the storm clouds were rolling in causing the sea to be a menacing dark grey colour. But the girl still described it as ‘the sparkling blue ocean’ probably because she had heard that description so many times before. She couldn’t think outside of the box. I think it’s an important thing for both teachers and parents to remember; to allow our children the freedom to express themselves in whatever way they want, whether that be through words or something else. Let’s not limit their creativity with rules. And as adults let’s do the same. Forget about the ‘rules’ to being a great writer and a perfect blogger, forget about what you should/shouldn’t do, just write. Write for the love of words, because there’s great power to be found in just that.
Are you a word lover? Where do you think it comes from?
Driving in the car with my five year old son last week and he asks “Mum, who made the world?”. Shit, how do I answer that?! He continues, “Because whoever it was must’ve gotten really thirsty ’cause that would’ve been a lot of hard work”. True that kid. “So Mum, who did make the world?” I was so not ready for this conversation; I did not have a prepared answer. Much like death and sex and all the other major things in life I know there will come a time when he will ask questions and I know that as a parent it is my job to answer them. But what happens when you don’t know the answer?
I’m technically a Catholic. I was baptised and did my holy communion and all of that but I guess I’m not really what you would call a ‘practicing Catholic’. I haven’t been to a church service (other than weddings etc) since I was a child. I don’t pray and I’m not even really sure what I believe when it comes to God. Is there a God? I honestly don’t know. I would like to believe that there is something, something bigger than us, a reason for it all but I’m not sure what that is. I believe there is some kind of afterlife, but do I believe in heaven and hell? I just don’t know! How do you explain a concept to a child that is so big? How do you explain something you don’t even understand yourself?
When our dog passed away earlier this year I told our son he had died. He asked a few questions, mainly why did she die and when was she coming back. But he never asked where she went so I never told him. We never had the discussion about heaven because he just didn’t ask so we didn’t push, preferring to keep things as simple and non-scary as possible. I think that was totally the right thing. But what would I have said had he asked? I don’t know. I guess I would’ve told him that she went to heaven because heaven sounds like such a nice place and it’s nice to have things to believe in isn’t it?
So, back to the conversation in the car about God…how did I handle it? Well, I kinda dodge and weaved and mumbled my way through a bit…. I told my son that some people believe that God made the world.
“Gawd. Who’s gawd?” (He said it just like that).
“Well he’s a man, a really powerful man…” But is God a man? I don’t know!
“Mum, do you reckon if me and Gawd had a running race that I would win? Because I’m pretty fast”
“Well I dunno, God is pretty fast. He’s kind of magical. Yeah, God is like a magic man. And he lives in the sky…” Fuck, why did I say that? Now I’m going to have to explain Heaven. Don’t say anymore, just wait until he asks…
“In a house like ours in the sky?”
“Umm yeah I guess so.”
“What does he look like?”
“Umm I don’t really know buddy, I haven’t seen him before, no one really has, because remember he lives in the sky..”
Silence. No more questions. Until next time.
So tell me parents out there; how do you handle (or plan to handle) the big question, namely God, with your children? Do you have strong beliefs that you will pass on to your kids or are you a bit like me and you just don’t know?
It’s been a bit of a crappy week in our household; one by one we’ve been struck down by the dreaded gastro. So not fun. And it’s been raining here, a lot (hello Melbourne it’s meant to be Spring!) After days of being cooped up inside watching TV, reading books and sleeping (amongst all the vomiting and cleaning up of said vomit) I decided to cheer myself up by making a bit of a list of all the awesome stuff I’ve been doing and things I’ve been loving lately. Here we go:
Reading: The only upside to all of the recent rainy days we’ve had in Melbourne? Lots of time for reading. I’ve read Eat, Pray, Love Made Me Do It; a quick, easy and inspiring read and Craft for the Soul; a super sweet book. Also The Wrong Girl which was total chick lit at it’s finest. I can’t wait until the TV series starts this month. Next up on my bedside table is The Anxiety Book…anyone read that?
Workshopping: I’ve been wanting to do a Digital Picnic workshop for a long time (ever since they started really). So last month I finally booked in and took myself off to the Get Social Savvy workshops. After following both Cherie and Cat online for many years it was so nice to finally meet them in real life. We talked all things social media, ate cupcakes and drank from pineapple cups…fun!
Staycation: Hubby, the lil man and I had ourselves a little staycation in Melbourne to celebrate fathers day and hubby’s birthday. I picked up a Groupon and we stayed at The Parkiew which was the perfect little base for both exploring the city and staying indoors. We spoilt ourselves with the movie channel and room service. It was so much fun. We’re going to do it more often!
DIY: In case you missed it, earlier this week I shared a little DIY project I recently did (you can check it out here). I’m somewhat in love and have many more DIY projects planned for the near future so stay tuned!
Friends: Seriously I have the best friends in the world, it’s true. To every friend who has called or messaged and checked in on me lately (you know who you are) thank you, it means a lot.
But above all, after making this hard decision recently I’ve just been enjoying taking it slow; reading, writing, spending time with my family and my friends. We’ve had a couple of days where the sunshine came out and it was wonderful (more of that please Melbourne!) And of course school/kinder holidays have officially started for us so I’m looking forward to spending even more time with my boy.
Tell me, what have you been loving lately? Share all the good things!
A couple of months ago my Mum was doing a clean out and decided she wanted to get rid of an old cabinet she had and asked if I wanted it. I looked at the cabinet and could immediately see it’s potential and how great it would look in white but because of it’s curves and intricate details I decided it would be way to much hard work to sand back. So I took a pic and popped it up on my facebook page to see if anyone else wanted it. The amazing Pip Lincolne commented straight away, something to the affect of “Don’t get rid of that. It would look amazing painted white!” I replied that I agreed but couldn’t be bothered sanding it all back. “You don’t need to” replied Pip “Check this out“. Turns our Pip had written a post about painting a similar cabinet without the need to sand. Say what?! I immediately removed the post from my facebook page (before someone else snapped up the cabinet) and headed off to read Pip’s post.
Unfortunately there wasn’t a stockist of the Annie Sloan chalk paint nearby so I headed to our local Bunnings to see if they had something similar. Turns out they had lots of chalk paint, just not the colour I wanted! So I asked the helpful Bunnings lady who told me that I could totally make my own chalk paint, it was super easy and cheap too. Winning! So yes, turns out you can make your own chalk paint by mixing normal paint with Plaster of Paris.
Here’s what I used:
Plaster of Paris ($7 for a 1kg bag. You only need a very small amount but this was the smallest bag Bunnings had).
Paint (I got three sample pots totaling 1.5 litres. $7.50 per pot).
Paintbrushes (I already had some at home but you can pick these up from Bunning for a few dollars).
Door knobs (I had some I wanted to use at home but again you can get these from Bunnings for a few dollars).
Here’s what I did:
Mixed 2 1/2 tablespoons of Plaster of Paris with 1 1/2 tablespoons of cool water. Then I added 1 cup of paint and used an old wooden spatula to mix it all together thoroughly.
Dusted off the cabinet and removed the glass; I could easily do this as the cabinet had little swig tabs holding the glass in place but if I was unable to remove the glass I could’ve easily just taped around the edges.
Slapped on the first coat of paint…and I really mean slapped on. My five year old helped do the first coat and we all know how kids paint!
I allowed it to dry for a few hours then put on a second coat. Once that dried I then put on one final coat of just plain paint (without the plaster of paris mixed in) to give it a bit more of a glossy finish. I screwed on some new knobs, put the glass back in and voila, the finished product….
Add a few pretty pieces to and I’m in love…
What do you think? Now that I know this can be done so easily I have my eye on a few other old pieces we have lying around in the garage to fix up! Stay tuned…
A big thank you to Pip for her super helpful advice!
During my recent month long bloggy break I would often jot down my thoughts and other post ideas. Some days, the urge to just ‘write it out’ would become so strong that I would reach for my phone and type out a whole post in my notes. This is one of those posts. I deliberated about sharing it, because I’m in a different mind frame today than what I was that day. But then I decided it was important to share it, because it was how I was feeling on that particular day and I really need to acknowledge that. So here goes…
If you know me or have read this blog before you will probably know that I have suffered from anxiety and panic attacks for many, many years. It’s a part of my life that unfortunately I have come to accept. Most of the time I deal with it fine, I have lots of strategies and supportive people around me to help out. But sometimes, I just get a little sick of it all and right now is one of those times. You see, living with anxiety can be really exhausting. Constantly over thinking things, questioning myself, trying to predict and control everything; its exhausting. And so today, if it’s ok with you, I’m just going to have a little ranty rant about anxiety.
I’m very self aware. I know why I suffer from anxiety, I understand the triggers behind my panic attacks. I’ve researched and read books and joined forums and taken medication and sought counselling and delved into my childhood and all the major life events that have helped shape who I am today. Sure, I understand why it happens but it still doesn’t stop it from happening. I understand that I am not going to die from a panic attack but that doesn’t stop me feeling like I am. I understand that when I have a panic attack it is just my body going instinctively going into flight or fight mode; a thing us humans have been using since the dawn of time to protect ourselves. It helps to prepare our bodies physically to either stay and fight or run for our lives. But seriously, I’m not a bloody cave woman out hunting and being confronted by a lion; I’m just trying to do the shopping at my local supermarket!
I know many people think that having a mental illness is a sign of weakness, I feel that way sometimes too, but in reality the reverse is true; you have to be a super strong person to face anxiety everyday. Sometimes I get sick of having to be brave. Have I not already proven how brave I am? Have I not already proven that I’m stronger than you? That I will go out, go shopping, meet new people, jump on a plane, travel and go to new places in spite of you. Have I not faced you and stood up to you and beaten you a million times? So why oh why do you keep coming back…yes I know, it’s totally a rhetorical question. But how nice it would be to go to a new place or event without spending the whole day feeling sick and planning my exit strategy and then maybe cancelling last minute because it all gets too much.
And here’s the thing; I’m one of the lucky ones, I know I am. Because I still manage to function. I manage to hold down a job, look after our son, have a happy marriage, socialise with friends; I do all that in spite of my anxieties. I know others who can’t, I know others who are too scared to even leave their own house (I know because I’ve been there myself) and for that I say screw you anxiety. Just screw you.
If you suffer from anxiety can you relate? Do you sometimes just feel like saying a big ‘screw you’ to anxiety? Get it all out in the comments below…trust me, it’ll make you feel much better!
Well hi there (waves sheepishly) it’s been a while I know (scuffs feet on the floor). It’s been a whole month since I’ve written here. It wasn’t a planned or intentional break, I’ve just been, well, really busy. I know, I know, we’re not supposed to use the word “busy” but it’s true, I’ve been really freakin busy!
My year off work turned into me working two jobs from home as well as some other freelancing and project work. I got really busy and it all started to get a bit too much…Because I was working in social media I was on my phone a lot; first thing every morning, last thing every night and all throughout during the day. I was putting a lot of pressure on myself, because I’m a perfectionist and a people pleaser, I do that. I was finding it really hard to switch off, especially at night. My panic attacks became more frequent and I know myself well enough by now to know that is my body’s way of saying “stop, slow down”.
Then last week, following a panic attack in an underground carpark in the city (wasn’t that fun!), my best friend gave me a few home truths (aren’t best friends good like that?) She said out loud what I knew deep down…I needed to stop. This year was supposed to be about me spending some quality time with our son before he starts school and it just wasn’t anymore. It was supposed to be the year that I was going to look after myself and my family and I’d busied myself with work and other things (again!) I’ve worked really hard for the past twelve years to earn my long service leave, yet it’s almost September and I have not spent one single day on the couch watching trashy tv or reading a book or napping like I had grand dreams that I would be doing on a regular basis during my year off. It’s like I’m completely incapable of just…being. I need to learn to just be.
And so, I made the really hard decision to let the work go. It was really hard because I knew I was letting people down and that made me feel (literally) sick (see point above about being a people pleaser!) And of course I immediately doubted my decision…people would kill to have these opportunities I know! But then the next morning I was snuggling in bed with my son and he asked “what are we doing today?” and I said “Absolutely nothing. Let’s stay in our pj’s all day.” He said “Do you have to do work today Mum?” and I said “No, no more work from home buddy.” He jumped up and said “Yay! No more work at home, just work at work?” and right then I knew I had made the right decision.
The hardest decisions are sometimes the right ones.
Two weeks ago my sister and I were lucky enough to attend the official launch of Zoe Foster Blake’s new book Amazinger Face. I say lucky because apparently there ended up being over three thousand disappointed ladies who tried to get tickets but missed out. I thought we’d missed out too. After sending an email to the booking address I also called and put my name down on the list. Hours of waiting in anticipation later (and people starting to lose their shit on social media) I received an email to say sorry, the event had sold out within three minutes and we’d been placed on a waiting list. Bummer. One hour later I received another email confirming our spot; hooray we were in! Now time to get our pretty on….
My sister and I.
For those of you who don’t know Zoe is married to Hamish Blake (one half of the Hamish and Andy show) but is a celebrity in her own right. She is a journalist, published author and worked as the beauty editor under Mia Freedman at Cosmopolitan for several years. Amazinger Face is a fully revised and updated version of her original beauty book Amazing Face.
The launch was held over brunch at the Langham. I’d never been to the Langham before but had heard good things and let me tell you it did not disappoint! I felt fancy as soon as I walked in the doors. The food was amazing; we’re talking fluffy pancakes with Lindt chocolate sauce and meringues, fresh croissants, fruit platters and pretty bottles of waters with straws (see, fancy).
As soon as we’d found our seat (on table 1 if ‘ya don’t mind) I headed off to the bathroom. When I walked in I noticed out the corner of my eye someone standing in front of the mirror fixing their hair but didn’t pay much attention. I stood at the basin washing my hands when I looked up and realized that said someone was in fact Zoe herself!
“Oh it’s you!” I gasped. Total fangirl moment, stay cool Sarah.
“Yes, it’s me” she replied “and I’m having a really bad hair day”. She looked stunning, as always and I told her so. I introduced myself and we chatted for a bit. As I went to walk away I had that moment where I thought to myself ‘do I ask for a photo or not?’ Not one to have any regrets I asked Zoe if taking a pic in the toilets would be inappropriate.“Umm, do you mind if we do it later after I’ve fixed my hair?” She said. She was totally nice about it but I still felt like a bit of a loser. And so I walked out without any evidence of having just met Zoe in the bathroom, hoping that she didn’t think I was a total weirdo. I quickly sent my friend (who is somewhat obsessed with Hamish and Zoe) a text. It read:
“So, me and Zoe chatting in the bathroom that just happened.” To which he replied..
“No way. What was she wearing? What were you wearing? What did she say? What did you say? Did you mention me?” See what I mean? A little obsessed.
We sat down to brunch, chatted, browsed and brought some stuff from Zoe’s Go To skin care range. I also purchased a copy of Amazinger Face and The Wrong Girl (one of Zoe’s fiction books which is being made into a TV series). Then Zoe entered the room. She gave a little speech then threw it open to the room for questions. Can I just say how awesome it is when you met someone in real life and they are just as gorgeous as you imagined they would be? Zoe was down to earth, friendly and damn funny! She has an extremely quick wit about her and had us all in stiches. At the end of her talk Zoe promised she would not leave without getting a photo with each and every person in the room and signing our books, which she did.
Me and Zoe.
And remember that Zoe obsessed friend of mine? Well we couldn’t have him miss out now could we….
Now onto the book. I’ve read it cover to cover and have put those little sticky tabs on loads of pages. If you wear makeup, you need this book. If you don’t know how to wear makeup but want to learn, you need this book. If you want to look after your skin, learn how to tame your hair or what colour lipstick you should wear, you need this book. If you have a teenage daughter, she needs this book. Basically, I think every female should own this book. Its filled with some really great tips and tricks and need to know information. And the best bit? It’s not all about ‘looking’ good, it’s about feeling good and taking care of yourself and when it comes to beauty I think that’s the most important thing!
My goodies and signed copy of Amazinger Face.
That evening after the launch I posted some pics on Instagram and who should like them but Zoe herself! I know, she probably just went through and liked everyone’s photos from the event but still, it made me feel special ha!
Are you a Zoe fan? Have you picked up a copy of Amazinger Face yet? Got a fangirl moment you’d care to share?
By the way this is totally NOT a sponsored post. I have not been paid by Zoe to say how awesome she and her book are.