• the man-up sidecar

    Some things are good in theory. Like fried eggs. I get all into the idea of them, the frying part and how tempting it is to burst that yoke. Once that bit’s done… I’m not interested any more. Some things are good in theory. Like merging lanes. Two lanes of traffic to become one. Except(…)

  • to blog or not to blog…

    Follow my blog with Bloglovin At the weekend, I pulled apart my walk in wardrobe. I yanked out every piece of everything I own, clothes, shoes, belts, bandanas, make up, skin care, the lot. About half way through, when I was at, what I like to call the ‘bomb-scare’ stage (when your husbands eyes pop out(…)

  • how early is too early?

      In a few weeks Gavin and I will be jetting off like rockstars to Thailand for our second wedding anniversary. And we’ll have house sitters, so don’t go robbin’… K? This marks a really special thing for us, as not only are we married two years, but we’ve also technically been on honeymoon for(…)

  • where to find me…

    This post serves two purposes. 1. As you all probably know by now… Google Reader is dying. It sucks because it was my reader of choice but hey, it’s good that a company like the Google-powers-that-be know where they’re weak and need to cut the fat. So onwards and upwards I say. From now on,(…)

  • how to stop being anti-social

    When it comes to introvert vs extrovert, I’m firmly in deliberation camp. On one hand, I am super chatty. There’s a running joke with my husband and most of my friends that if I’m left alone for any length of time in a public space (even if it’s just for my pal to skip to(…)

  • we’re live

    TA-DA! We’re here. It’s happened. There’s a new place to come looking for words, images and things on the internet and that place is Rocked By Life 2.0. And you know what? I love it. I finally feel like I can come back, kick up my feet and have a good ole chat with you(…)

  • Most Beautiful Editorial I’ve Ever Seen

    I stumbled across these images when I fell down the punterweb rabbit hole earlier and I just had to share them with you.  From what I gather, they are from an editorial run in Elle Sweden focusing on sheer fabric. The post production of these images just blows my Goddamn mind. It’s a really refreshing take(…)

the man-up sidecar

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Some things are good in theory.

Like fried eggs. I get all into the idea of them, the frying part and how tempting it is to burst that yoke. Once that bit’s done… I’m not interested any more.

Some things are good in theory.

Like merging lanes. Two lanes of traffic to become one. Except everyone you’re trying to merge with is an asshole and wants to kill you sideways.

Some things are good in theory.

Like cocktails. At certain times, I can be a part of that group of women who like to perch at bars and sip on something bubbly that looks like it’s for display rather than consumption. But once I’ve had the initial taste… I get pretty bored and would rather a beer. Few cocktails have me hanging on until I reach the bottom of the glass.

But this is one of them:

The Man Up Sidecar: Peacefully pillaged from Tracy of Shutterbean fame (and slightly adapted).

Ingredients (for 2 serves)

  • 4 tablespoons of sugar
  • 1/4 teaspoon of ground cloves
  • 1 massive orange
  • zest of said massive orange
  • swig of whiskey (3/4 cup if you need a measurement)
  • ice

Mix sugar and ground cloves together on a saucer. Add orange zest and use the back of a spoon to grind zest into sugar until your arms hurt and the sugar smells of oranges. Slice orange in two and rub around the rim of your glass. Dip glass in newly orange-d sugar to coat the rim.

Cut oranges into quarters and squeeze the juice into a cocktail shaker along with the remaining sugar from the saucer. Add ice, whiskey and the squeezed out orange rind. Slam the lid onto the cocktail shaker and shake with all your might.

Strain into your sugared glass and have a conversation about how you should never use fancy or expensive whiskey in this cocktail.

Love and husbands who make cocktails,

Naomi

xoxo

 

to blog or not to blog…

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At the weekend, I pulled apart my walk in wardrobe.

I yanked out every piece of everything I own, clothes, shoes, belts, bandanas, make up, skin care, the lot.

About half way through, when I was at, what I like to call the ‘bomb-scare’ stage (when your husbands eyes pop out as he walks in the room, but you know that the organising process involves an initial mega-mess), I decided I needed approximately 63 more hangers. I pulled on some ‘outside clothes’ (as opposed to my ‘I’m-cleaning-my-wardrobe-clothes’) and dived into the car.

As I was driving I thought “I should totally blog about this”. Then, inevitably, my thoughts followed down the road of “Don’t be ridiculous, people don’t want to see inside your wardrobe”.
And I realised that this self berating and doubt is a running theme in my blogging journey.

  • When I cook, “What’s the point in sharing that recipe, you’re not a food blogger”.
  • When I am loving my outfit, “You’re not a fashion blogger, plus, look at how tight that is, you should go to Body Combat instead”.
  • When I’ve bought some uber awesome make up that I’m loving “You don’t know what you’re talking about, leave it to the beauty bloggers”.
  • When I’ve considered making a video “No one’s going to want to watch you talking, and anyway your accent is weird”.

Then it donned on me… If I’m not allowing myself to blog about beauty, fashion, food or things that I’m actually doing in my life… Then what the hell is there left to blog about? Sure I love coming up with discussion posts and showing off beautifully designed things, but I feel like I’m only showing you a partial truth of what my life is like.

Plus… I LOVE reading posts like that. I love sneak peeks, behind the scenes, here’s-my-daily-stuff posts from other bloggers. Hell, that’s why I read most blogs. It’s like the stuff you would share with your best buddies. Hints, tips and just general nosiness. It’s what makes the blogging community, right?

I want this blog to be a place of absolute authenticity.

So why am I preventing myself from posting about things I genuinely care about? It’s not a fear of Negative Nancys, I don’t really care for those people. It’s more a fear of not fitting into one specific blogger pigeon hole. But you know what? Fuck that. I LOVE finding recipes, pinning outfit ideas, trying new make up and rocking out to new found music. I love going to new places, having fun with my husband and dancing in the kitchen. I should show you more.

I started this blog off with an intention to keep my family and friends at home posted with my Upside Down Land goings on. Today it still serves that purpose. But it is also more than that. It’s my soundboard for ideas, a scrapbook of memories and has turned into an amazing place to meet the new and beautiful people who stop by to read and chat with me in the comments box.

I want to pour so much more love and life into it.
And the only way to do that is to be more authentic and open.
So here… wego

Love and coral lipstick,

Naomi

xoxo

P.S. That photo up top is one I took as part of my bedroom tour that I never ended up publishing… I might actually publish it soon. Would you like to see?

 

how early is too early?

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In a few weeks Gavin and I will be jetting off like rockstars to Thailand for our second wedding anniversary. And we’ll have house sitters, so don’t go robbin’… K?

This marks a really special thing for us, as not only are we married two years, but we’ve also technically been on honeymoon for two years.

Honeymoon 1.0 started with backpacks, a one way flight to Bangkok and no real plans. We were budgeting and sleeping in $5 beach huts, scrimping on food and arguing over whether or not it was cool to spend more than a nights accommodation on a cocktail.

This trip to Thailand is becoming known as Honeymoon 2.0 as we’ll be staying in some luscious places including, but not limited to here, here and here. I will also be trying out Ayurvedic Treatments at this Spa (stay tuned, there’ll be a review), doing a lot of one on one yoga and buying a new wardrobe full of clothes.

We’re treating ourselves for not only a pretty damn successful first two years of marital life, but also as a pat on the back for selling up, shipping out and making a life for ourselves out of nothing. It’s been a test of determination, persistence and to be honest, a big set of balls.

So as I read up on both The Most Romantic Hotels on Koh Phangan and the most recent outbreak of Dengue Fever on the islands we’ll be visiting, I’ve been thinking… how soon can I pack?

I mean, really, I’ve printed all the tickets, checked the passports and booked the travel insurance. I am officially living in the future and so tempted to pull down the case and start loading it.

When do you think is acceptable in-advance packing?
Are you like me and do you double, triple, quadruple check everything a month before you go anywhere?

Love and coconut oil,

Naomi

xoxo
Icons atttributed to Okan Benn, Iconoci, Shelby Blair and Oliver Quinn of The Noun Project

where to find me…

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This post serves two purposes.

1. As you all probably know by now… Google Reader is dying. It sucks because it was my reader of choice but hey, it’s good that a company like the Google-powers-that-be know where they’re weak and need to cut the fat. So onwards and upwards I say. From now on, you can read Rocked By Life on both Bloglovin’ and Feedly. I suggest you add it, but you know, only if you want to like *kicks dirt sheepishly*.

2. The second reason for this post is that I had a few lovelies ask me which lipstick I was wearing in the above Instagram photo… The answer is this. I was wearing two! Mac – Rebel, topped by Maybelline – Pleasure Me Red. Gives a very yummy plumy hue. And lasts for days.

Love and planning holidays,

Naomi

xoxo

how to stop being anti-social

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When it comes to introvert vs extrovert, I’m firmly in deliberation camp.

On one hand, I am super chatty. There’s a running joke with my husband and most of my friends that if I’m left alone for any length of time in a public space (even if it’s just for my pal to skip to the bathroom), upon return, I’m always talking to a stranger. Delving into their life and asking 1000 questions. I just love people and I love their stories even more.

On the other hand, I am the kinda gal who relishes solo time. You may remember this post from way back when. One of my favourite things in the world to do is to go for a walk on my own or have a space to myself. I buzz off having time to geek out, swan around solo and just generally be alone with my head (and usually a bar of super dark chocolate).

So when I decided upon this career change, I knew that there would be much, much more time spent in the latter camp (studying like a champion) and considerably less time spent being social. And I was totally cool with that. Actually, to be completely honest I was looking forward to it. To have a reason to shut the world out and say “Dudes, I just need to get shit done”.

But it’s a trap!!! And one I know all too well.

There have been times in the past when I’m either lazer focused on a goal, feeling low/sorry for myself or when I’ve been lacking in the bank balance and I’ve had to make the world stop. Problem is, sometimes you get so far into your little rabbit hole of comfort and self contentment that it’s really fucking hard to get the damn thing spinning again.

So here are my favourite ways to stop being anti-social…

  • Call at least one friend a week – Even if you’re head is buried in a metric shit ton of work, make time to pick up the phone and say “Hey, what’s happening in your world?”.
  •  Text, Tweet and DM during those moments you’re making tea, going for a pee (come on, we all do it) or during your commute. That intermittent base level of communication will really help get you out of your own head and let your buddy’s know you’re still thinking of them.
  •  Do not get into the habit of auto-no. You know, that thing you do when you’re busy and someone asks you to go to a party, you’ve said no in your head before they even finish their sentence. Think about their proposal, maybe you can’t make the dinner party but can pop around for half an hour and a drink afterwards. Or maybe, you can actually schedule one night off to make it.
  • You can be selective about how you spend your time, but realise that you can also be selective about how much time you spend. You don’t have to schedule in 3 hours for a boozy lunch break with the girls, tell them you can only make it for an hour. You are not obliged to be the first one in and last one out.
  • For the love of Sugar Puffs, do not spend the time that you do dedicate to your friends talking about how busy you are and how much you shouldn’t really be there, but at home getting shit done. It’s rude and quite frankly, everyone’s busy. That’s most people’s lives, so practice the art of appreciating that time you have with them and use it to have fun, not winge. You’ll get more out of it and so will they.

As an occasional  hermit myself, I am always looking for ideas on how best to be coaxed out of my shell.

Do you have any pointers for us closet butterflies?
Anything you do to make sure you stay live in your social circle?
Or does it just come naturally to you?

I’d love to hear.

Love and belly laughs with friends,

Naomi

xoxo