Shopping trip to Dubai during Ramadan

A couple of weeks ago my hubby and I spent a long weekend in Dubai. I was required to leave the country while my residence visa was prepared so it seemed like the perfect opportunity to explore an exciting new place and shop!! 

I spent the week before we left looking up the stores I wanted to go to online, and I discovered that an Australian brand I love had a shop there! I was stoked! Unfortunately I didn’t manage to stay that way for most of the trip.

Dubai is a really cool place, the buildings, the sunshine, the sand, the beaches, the malls, it’s quite the experience. It’s a booming and bustling place and with that comes a lot of construction. A lot of roads that no longer exist or new roads that aren’t updated on the map. This leads me to our first mistake of renting a vehicle to drive ourselves around. Normally Alex drives and I navigate when we travel and it works well. We both have accepted that we’ll likely get lost but some of the coolest places we’ve seen have been because we’ve gotten turned around! Dubai wasn’t the same when we got lost. It was busy, difficult to navigate, full of reckless drivers and accidents. By the last day we decided to utilize a car service and taxis. However I wouldn’t suggest taking a taxi in the hour before sunset during Ramadan. You will likely have a death grip on the holy $h*t handle and have your heart stop once or twice.
The Muslim countries are currently fasting for Ramadan. This didn’t seem like a big issue to us as we were told most hotels and a select few restaurants would be open during the day.  In fact a few articles I read suggested it was a great time to visit because it was quieter and less busy. This was true however it leads me to our second mistake which was to mistakenly fast for the majority of the day. 

Our first shopping excursion ended up being to The Dubai Mall and I think it was my favourite one. There’s this really neat gold souk area in it and a pretty aquarium. Lots of shops and it’s fairly easy to get to. We spent the day shopping and wandering around, and around 3pm Alex and I start getting really cranky, thirsty and hungry and realize we had inadvertently fasted for most of the day. You see most of the restaurants were actually closed for Ramadan.  We decide to check the food court before leaving the mall in search of food and drink. So we walk through the quiet mall and arrive at the food court, they had put up temporary walls and had a security guard in front of the entrance. We walk through and it’s just bustling and full of people! We got our food and drinks and they packaged it up tight in a bag that had a label on it notifying you that if you ate or drank any of the food in public you will be fined. Thankfully we just ate it right there and carried on with our shopping in much better spirits.

Shopping in Dubai should be an Olympic sport. The malls a massive and there’s so many cool shops and stores to check out! You will have absolutely no trouble meeting your Fitbit’s 10000 steps a day! Wear comfy shoes and make sure to find updated store information before travelling across the city to check one out, mistake number three. Remember that Austrialian shop I was so excited about, well it closed down. I guess just one more reason to head back to Melbourne someday. 

Regardless of our rookie mistakes I’m really excited for another Dubai adventure! There’s just so much more to see and I think it’s so neat that it has become a weekend getaway destination for us. Here’s to weekend getaways! 

Taking my space

Last night I went to a ladies evening to meet and mingle with the local ladies in the expat community. It was a lovely evening, lots of laughs and good conversations.  At the end of the night when I had returned home I looked at some pictures that were taken and I stood out, being so much bigger and taller than the rest of the women there.  I had a bit of a moment looking at the pictures and my old insecurities started to arise.  That word ‘big’ it’s like a knife to my heart every time someone says it to me. I creates an immediate response of shame, like I have to apologize to the rest of the world for taking up more space than them.

I didn’t  like the response I had to this word so I took some time for reflection. Some time to figure out what the word ‘big’ truly means to me.

Recently my father was speaking of the gorgeous plus sized model Ashley Graham and he said “oh that big girl!” I cringed and my response to him was that you should never, ever call a woman big! He didn’t seem to understand why big was so bad. After all he married my Mom and she is a gorgeous tall woman herself and he just adores her. So why then, can my father look at my mother and say “you’re a big, beautiful, brilliant woman” and mean every word with love and all my Mom and I hear is BIG?

I suppose I could start blaming the media, the fashion industry, movies and television but blame doesn’t solve anything. What I need, is to change my inner narrative. I want to hear the word big being used to describe a woman and think, that woman is powerful, she owns her space, she is BIG and she is exactly the way she is supposed to be.

I want to feel that way and I know with some hard work it’s possible. There is great power to be had from affirmations and positive reinforcement. So although now it’s a struggle; I know that someday in the near future I will look at a picture of myself standing tall and owning my space and think, Catherine you’re a BIG woman, and I will smile.

A rose coloured story or the wonders of video calling


Twelve days ago I boarded a plane and moved across the world. Bedsides the two days right before I left, the move had been relatively smooth. In other words I was really excited and happy for the opportunity to live somewhere new.  Of course I would miss my friends and family but I didn’t cry or feel overly sad about leaving them.  I figured it was just because I knew I would keep in touch. I had so many platforms available to me in which to do so. Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat, the list goes on and on.  In fact for a person who generally is a bit of a weeper, I had hardly shed a tear. I had numerous going away and goodbye parties. I had visits from friends, I visited them. There were a lot of opportunities for me to cry but it just didn’t really happen.  Well at least it didn’t happen before I left.

Three days after my arrival in Oman, I was laying awake in bed, and it hit me. What the heck have I done!!? Why did I move across the world!? This is way harder than I thought it would be! Needless to say the tears came and they were big ones. I was sobbing so loudly I woke Alex up and although he comforted me I still couldn’t shake the “what have I done” feeling. This feeling carried on for a few days. I was living in the desert but I had a little storm cloud over my head. My rose coloured glasses had officially been shattered.

I did things to try and get myself out of the misery I was currently existing in.  I documented my life online for friends and family back home. I went for walks with my pup Bennie. I chatted with my friends and family through video calling. I checked out an Omani beauty parlour, that was an adventure! But in spite of all of these things I still couldn’t chase that little storm cloud away.

That was until I remembered a lesson from a very wise woman. Maybe, it’s all in my perspective. I just needed to change how I was seeing things. I realized that I could fix my rose coloured glasses, I could patch them back up and put them back on. The scary bathroom in our hotel room didn’t have to be so scary, in fact I hadn’t seen a snake in there since being here so why am I scared of something that’s likely not there. I don’t need to feel sad and miss home because I can call home and see my Mom and Dad anytime I want. Video calling is an amazing thing. In fact this whole adventure is an amazing thing and I have the ability to share it with my friends and family online. I was at the start of an amazing journey and I couldn’t wait to start enjoying it!

That’s was it, I had successfully banished my rain cloud and it was simply by changing my perspective and remembering that lesson.  Of course it also helped that Alex’s rose coloured glasses had stayed firmly in place through this whole ordeal. Steady and strong, I think he’s a keeper ❤️

So what do you even do all day?😳

When I tell people I’m a housewife with no kids I have come to expect about three different responses. The first one is from what I believe to be is a person who is content with their own life. This type of person is capable of feeling happiness for another person and has no problem expressing that they think it’s an awesome situation. I really like this type of person, I imagine most people do.

The second response is usually from other women and it’s generally very negative. These are the women who I choose not to spend my time with. Women who struggle to be happy for other women. Women who most likely struggle to be happy with themselves. These women usually ask, so what do you even do all day?  Often I can see the judgement in their gaze. I hope that it’s mostly jealously fuelling their snide remarks and sour expressions but it’s probably more than that. You see, if this was sixty years ago it would be other housewives condemning the working woman.  It doesn’t matter what year it is, if you’re doing something out of the norm, some people will judge you for it. I’ve come to accept this.

The third reaction I get is usually from men and it’s the assumption that I’m a gold digger.  No surprise there. Thanks Kanye.

I used to constantly feel the need to defend myself against these reactions, to explain mine and my husbands situation and why we chose to live our life this way and I grew sick of it. Why was I giving these judgemental people permission to effect my feelings?  When in reality if they didn’t judge me for being a housewife, they would certainly find something else to judge me for. It’s just the way they are and I can’t change that. What I can change is how I react. You know that saying, “Life is 10% what happens to you and 90% how you react” well I think it’s finally sunk in. Gone are the days when I stumble through my words trying to explain myself and my situation because if you’re worth being in my life you won’t need an explanation.  You’ll know that I’m a freaking fantastic housewife and more than that I’m happy being one. Do what makes you happy and you will be happy. Do you think the haters are happy? Somehow I doubt it. 😉



My Pasta Carbonara Recipe

About three and a half years ago I met my mother in law for the first time and she introduced me to real Italian pasta carbonara. A love affair began between me and this simple delicious dish. I quickly learned her recipe and tried out a few other ones along the way. After much experimenting and tasting, I came up with what is my ideal carbonara and I’m sharing this recipe with you! I’m sure as you try it out, you too, will begin experimenting and come up with your ideal recipe. So without further ado, here is the recipe!

(Please note, I made a half recipe in the pictures)

Assemble your ingredients.


Cut up the bacon in small pieces and cook in frying pan. I like to cook for longer at a low temperature to avoid splatters. You can also put your pasta water on to boil now as well.


Measure out your Parmesan cheese, separate your yolks and mix together.






Add some pasta water to temper the cheese/yolk mixture.



Once your pasta is cooked, drain and return to the pot. Add the bacon and the bacon fat.


Add the cheese/yolk mixture and stir.


Stir, stir, stir!




Catherine’s Pasta Carbonara

One box of pasta
One package of bacon, sliced
8 egg yolks
2/3 cup of Parmesan cheese, grated

Cook pasta to directions on package.
Cook bacon in frying pan.
Mix egg yolks and Parmesan cheese. Add approximately 1/2 cup of pasta water to the yolk/cheese mixture.
Strain pasta and return it to the pot.
Return pot to hear.
Add bacon and bacon fat. Stir.
Add yolk/cheese mixture and stir to coat and lightly cook.

Serve and enjoy!

A Life of Love

This is a poem I wrote when I was single about what I wanted to find when I finally fell in love for real. I didn’t write it because I read ‘The Secret’ and wanted my positive thoughts to create it. I also didn’t write it out of loneliness. I wrote it because it was in my heart.
I don’t think I realized that at the time, most of my best poems have been written without even trying. Like my subconscious sorted them out beforehand and just pushed them to the forefront of my mind to be put on paper. Regardless of how it came to be, I am a lucky woman because it came true and I was able to read this to my amazing husband on our wedding day. I hope you enjoy it.

A Life of Love

I don’t want you to love me, in spite of what I’ve done
I want you to take my face in your hands, look me in the eye
And tell me that the past is just that and we will continue to live in the moment

I don’t want you to love me because I’m beautiful
There is nothing more beautiful than the sight of love
I want to be beautiful because you love me, all of me.

I don’t want you to love me because of the things I do for you
Recognize that everything I do is because I care
I want you to know that I do it all because I love you, all of you.

I don’t want you to love me because it’s easy
Life is not fair, simple or easy and at times it will be hard to find reason to love
I want you to know that we will get through it together for true love needs no reason.

I don’t want you to love me with restraint
Love has no rules, no need for moderation, and no limits
I want you to abandon all your inhibitions and love me with everything you have to give.

I don’t want love to be just a word spoken between us
Love is more than just a word; it can change, nurture and protect us
And I need you to know, that I want nothing more, than to live this life of love with you

Homemade Granola – What Heaven must smell like

This year has been the start of an amazing journey of self-improvement and discovery for me. Not only have I been finding ways to improve my inner self but also ways to live an overall healthier lifestyle. I discovered this book at the start of my journey:


It has been a huge help in my quest to make the majority of what we eat from scratch. Alana, the book’s author is incredibly talented and the book is still one of my favourite purchases. I read her blog ‘From the ground up’ often and I find it to be a great source of good recipes with easy to follow instructions. Here is a link to her website if you would like to take a look.

Yesterday I made granola! I love, love, love the aroma that it creates in the house while its baking and it’s easy to make. I changed the recipe in the above book to suit our household needs. As there are only two of us, I don’t need to start off the recipe with 10 cups of oats! So here is my process and I will post my altered recipe below. Enjoy!

Here are the assembled ingredients:


And here is what it looks like going into the oven:


The finished product:



The Recipe


5 cups of old fashioned rolled oats

1/2 cup sesame seeds

1/2 cup sunflower seeds

1 cup raw sliced almonds

1/2 cup unsweetened shredded coconut

1/4 teaspoon salt

2 teaspoons ground cinnamon

1/4 cup canola oil

1/2 cup maple syrup

2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract

1/2 teaspoon almond extract


Preheat oven to 250F

Mix all dry ingredients, then add wet. Mix throughly.

Spread evenly on a lined baking sheet.

Bake for 1-1/2 hours stirring every 1/2 hour.

At the end of the baking time turn oven off and leave in oven for minimum 6 hours or overnight.

Voila Granola!

And we shall finish this post with a picture of Bennie the Beagle: