Things I love…

Things I like

Autumn

reading

Melbourne

coffee

sun on my back when I’m cold

being inspired

peeking into other people’s homes

creative people

unique interior styles

connecting with like-minded folk

“I can stand on my own, I’m magnificent, I’m a queen on my throne, I’m magnificent”!!! “I’m  magnificent! [say what, say what?] I’m magnificent! [say what, say what?]”  ─ Thank you, Jill Scott!

Magnificent lyrics like the ones above.  To all of the sisters, ladies, WOmen out there, let’s adopt this as our new mantra!

words!

learning new things

popcorn ─ cooked with coconut oil on the stovetop

kind people

early morning, early evening, and late-late night!

road trips

sitting in a cafe, sipping on good coffee while people-watching and writing ─ there’s nothing better!

What are you loving at the moment?

ONE desire┃one day at a time

ONE. your moment

It’s time…for another ONE of these!

I find that when overwhelm threatens, I can either be overwhelmed or I can remind myself of ONE desire ┃one day at a time, and take my own advice.

My hunger for knowledge is titanic ─ I like to know things, because I’m highly curious and love trying new things or simply editing that which I already know!  Yes, it’s a passion.  And along with this passion comes a sh*tload of information!  The knowledge part being the carefully selected bits from this ocean of information….& this takes time ─ a precious commodity that can evaporate in the blink of a long-lashed eye!

Which brings me to this…

I breathe (very important first step!) and then I tell myself that it’s okay.  It’s okay that I am so interested in everything.  It’s okay that I have gargantuan to-do lists!  And it’s okay that my personal and professional lists are head-to-head in this knowledge-race.  It’s okay.

I breathe again.  And then I reach out for ONE thing.

This is what I did yesterday, because I wanted to cry when I happened upon a list from a few weeks ago, with only 3 lonely ticks!  I wanted to cry….but I didn’t.  Instead, I calmly looked at the blue, blue sky and thought, “Wow, beautiful”.  I listened to the neighbouring noise…Sunday sensations…late afternoon…reading…on my supremely comfortable couch….breathing….seeing….sipping on some sweet Sunday Style, and just enjoying the moment!  It’s not easy when your to-do-thought-train threatens to take over, but you just brush it away calmly, and stay right where you are!

It’s peaceful coming right back to where you are…right now.  It makes sense.  You appreciate where you are and what you’re doing; you appreciate the situation, the things and the people around you, in that moment, full-stop.  So simple and yes, very grounding and energising.

I find that as soon as I do that, and continue to do so, all that follows (yes, the to-do stuff!) flows a little better, and answers greet me without the how-&-where-constipation.

When I started work today, the answer to a big business question came to me in two-clicks.  Usually, this can entail an entire morning, afternoon or even day of ‘work’, so I truly believe that by focussing on my moment ─ as I like to call it ─ I calmed the heck down, I breathed…properly, I enjoyed, I appreciated, and I opened my whole-self right up to receive all that I needed, in order to do all that needed doing.

I am particularly enjoying this moment ‘talking’ to you.

Your moment is not only waiting for you, it’s with you right now, so enjoy it!

Thank you!

Thank you!Every day is an opportunity to be thankful.  And every day, amidst the madness of life, one has to remind oneself of exactly this.  I particularly push myself through the gates of gratitude when I least feel the bliss of the g-word.  And while I begin reluctantly, by the 3rd or 4th thank-you, I am rearing to go and with a huge smile that starts at the root of my liver and heart!

I give thanks in the morning, while still in bed, & starting with my bed!  It’s deliciously warm and comfortable, and had just provided the best platform for a stupendous night’s sleep; Makes a big difference to one’s day.

I give thanks at night, yes again in my bed ─ a popular pulpit for gratitude! hahaha.  And also everywhere and anywhere in between.  Whenever I remember, I’ll quickly shoot off one or a few things for which I am grateful……sometimes, I’ll take a moment in the sun, over my latte, to scribble a score of gratitude in one of my favourite Moleskines.

I gave my thanks its first public platform here on lieslg, & revisited it every Friday at Cocktail Hour.  I stopped for a while, but then I came back; I re-jigged the name and now it sports a simpler moniker.  It may no longer (strictly) be weekly, but it will continue to find its place here as it’s such a big part of my life anyway.

Being grateful really opens up my eyes to abundance…my own abundance.  There is no room or necessity to want-and-wish for anything or anybody else’s life or good fortune.  And it’s the quickest and simplest and cheapest way to happiness and…generating some more of that much-desired abundance.

So here I go……

Share Your Victory ─ it teaches me so much about myself, business and people.  It’s the 3rd member of our family.  It’s our heart.  It’s our livelihood.  And because sharing victories and supporting each other is what it’s all about.

lieslg ─ it gives me such pleasure hanging out here and writing and musing to my heart’s content.

A Cowboys-&-Indians party!  Yes, as you can see below, I’m half Indian (top) and half Cowboy (bottom) ─ a somewhat cheeky nod to my own mixed heritage!

Hands up!

A cluster of feathers and a bubble gun!  Oh, the little things ─ hahaha!  This is an old Sportsgirl necklace that I quickly fashioned into a my version of the Indian headdress. I bought the bubble gun from a local toy store & then gifted it to the kidlets after the party. Here’s to thinking creatively (to avoid unnecessary costume shopping) and supporting local, small businesses as well.

Cerulean skies

Cerulean skies.

Curly Top

Curly hair.

Meeting new people all.of.the.time, and giving time to friends who have been in the fold for a while.

LuciteLove

Old jewellery coming out to play again.

Manly, and hanging out on the harbour.

GreenJuicing

Green juicing, always.

‘All that I need to know is revealed to me.  All that I need, comes to me in Divine Right Order’

Discovering Kundalini yoga.

Jewellery design sketches!!!

Collaboration!!

Letting go and allowing.

Long ocean swims.

Kayaks!

The Gordon Family

Old photos of my dad, his dad and his mum.

White Moleskines!!

The distillation of my 2013 Core Desired Feelings: self-acceptance (enough)│believe (confidence)│purpose (excited) │focus (accomplished).  Sweet-Swoon!!

Organic almost-everything!

Raw milk!

Trieste limited edition coffee pods ─ such lovely smooth chocolate-y undertones.

SuperbSunset

Amazing sunsets and magical moon nights.

MagicalMoon

Visiting family in Canberra.

Entrepreneurial ventures.

Meeting up with blogger buddies.

Sundowners with friends at Belgrave Cartel.

Taking up with Pinterest again ─ so good!

Sugar-free snacks.

Anzac Day.

A Friday lunch-date with a beautiful friend.  A bonus that we were spoilt with mazarine skies, a balcony with ocean views, a gorgeous apartment, yummy food, fab company, music and good ole fashioned laughter!

Herbal teas.  My current favourite is planet organic Chai Spice, while my ongoing love is for Genmaicha with roasted rice.  Ahhh…wicked work companions.

Imagination.  My imagination.  It’s such a blessing.  An escape and also home…as well as a  fabulous foundation for birthing ideas and collaboration and business ventures and your Dreamality™

ITONC

Getting up super early on a Saturday to experience the second-last day of a pop-up cafe. It helped that the view to the sky, beach and ocean was magical, and that the service, coffee and food was fantastic!  Here’s hoping the pop-up becomes permanent.

DyeON

DipDye

Getting shit done! hahaha.  And Sundays are simply super for this very reason.  I got my dye-ON, my writing too ─ hello 4 articles, in the space of about 3 hours!  And cleared out my jewellery and more clothes!

De-cluttering

Snippets…of TIME!  This is precious and divine, all in the one breath.  Shit.can.be.done.in.snippets.of.time!  I was never one for that ── I’ve always preferred long stretches of time…to start, keep going until that ‘thing’ was finished!  Oh, the old ways! Hahaha.  Well, the snippets…of TIME thing is gratifying with a capital G!  It’s called life, it’s called this-needs-to-be-done-along-with-everything-else, it’s called focus, it’s called “no more excuses”, it’s called ‘Yay, I can do this’……and I quite love it, because it’s getting shit done!

Bed

Lazy Sunday mornings (before getting shit done!)…in bed!  Being ridiculous, silly, narcissistic…whatever…it’s about trying shit (as well as getting it done!), experimenting and putting it out there.  I call this my grainy rendition of the 1980s-Elle-Macpherson-in-bed-for-Gilles-Bensimon’s-Sunday-morning-photographic-experimenting!!

Plunge in and Prosper!  My mantra for 2013 and beyond.  So good.  Incidentally ms brownskin came up with this one, and I love her for it!  So, I am super thankful to be able to get my PIP on!

Snacking on Love and Forgiveness.  And being reminded to do so just when I most need to.  It’s so-good soul-food I tell ya!

Letting go of “my plan”.  Oh boy, so hard to do, but I’m blinking determined to Plunge in and Prosper!

KitchenCorner

My kitchen corner ─ much body-&-soul-food is prepped here with joy (the joy bit, more and more these days!)

Clearing out the physical junk to allow my much-loved and treasured possessions to shine and give me joy, make me smile every time I catch a glimpse of them or that one thing.  I am enjoying my improved plan of having, in my home (and wardrobe), only that which I absolutely adore.

Miracles

Mothers’ Day and being with family, for the whole weekend.

BurgersWithATwist

Burgers with a twist!  Yes, that’s sprouted rye & spelt and oh, so yummy!

Cafe love and new ingredients…hello mustard cress + chilli on avocado.  I will be re-creating this combination at home.

Exercise.  Honestly, not as anticipated as my hit of morning nectar, but very satisfying once it’s done (and yes, good for the mind, body and soul!)

Each.new.day…full-stop!  And realising the magnanimity of this daily gift.  It’s not just another day to endure, it is carte-blanche on repeat if you’re lucky enough to be alive and in receipt.  I sometimes need reminding (day-dredge can be persistent in her visits!) and when I am reminded, I can deeply realise and deeply appreciate.

Sparkle

Give thanks…appreciate…when you least feel like it too, because it will flip your switch to feel-good pretty much pronto!

BIG love xoxo

QUOTE │ms brownskin

believe

“Plunge in and Prosper!” ─ ms brownskin

Don’t worry about whether you are ready or not.  Don’t worry about how well you’ll fare. Don’t worry.

When you plunge in, you’ll be in!  You’ll be doing it, and you’ll figure it out.  That is the lesson, that is what counts.

That you took the plunge, makes you prosperous.

Dreamality™│We all deserve it!

dreamality

Dreams + Reality = Dreamality! ─ ms brownskin

No doubts necessary.  No rationalising required.  No coming-back-down-to-earth!

Just being real [ity] smack-bang in the middle of your dreamscape…because who said it had to be mutually exclusive?!

ANZAC DAY ┃And what I did…

Anzac Day ─ 25 April ─ marks our most important national occasion, commemorating the anniversary of the first major military action fought by Australian and New Zealand forces during the First World War.

I am so proud to be Australian.  And so supremely grateful for all of those brave and young souls who fought for the freedom that I enjoy today.

I have never been to a dawn service, and this year for some reason, my desire to attend was strong.  I had planned on attending the Manly dawn service, but ended up missing the call of my alarm clock!  Insert all kinds of ‘damn!’ equivalents here!

My sister attended – also her first time.  She was in the nation’s capital, and despite the early call and the infamously cold Canberra-morning, she rugged up and attended.  In her words, it was amazing, and humbling to see so many people at the  Australian War Memorial, in the dark, in awe and in complete silence.  It was worth the alarm trilling on a ‘sleep-in’ day, and having to literally wear half of her winter wardrobe!

I took in her experience with as much humility and awe, and vowed that not only will I attend next year, but that I’d attend the dawn service in the nation’s capital;  It will be the 99-year Anzac Day anniversary.

Missed-dawn-service aside, I decided to do a pictorial stream of the things I did on Anzac Day.  It’s quotidian for sure, maybe even utilitarian, but be sure that because of this day and our Anzacs, I get to do these things, and more ─ today, tomorrow and the next.

And for that, I salute you all ─ past and present ─ in my own post-dawn tribute!

pesto eggsI breakfasted on yummy pesto eggs!

Ben QuiltyI wore some Aussie art ─ hello Ben Quilty on my chest!

WorkI did some work.

thongs

I swapped out the early-morning Uggs for some sweet summery thongs.

WaterI drank a jug-load of water.

Action Man

I found Action man!

washing

And did the laundry.

almond butter bark

I snacked on some sugar-free treats.

SparkleTown

And wore sparkles in my bed-hair.

AnzacSunset

I watched as the sun set.

AnzacMoon

And kissed the moon.

With love and gratitude in my heart….till we meet again next year!

Book ┃You Can Heal Your Life.

YCHYL

I love books.  I love reading.  And I read a.l.o.t.

Funnily enough, I rarely remember the content or rather the details of the books that I have read once I put my full-stop on the final chapter.  Funny, given that my memory is quite sharp!

And I never read a book more than once.  Just can’t.  I ride the tantalising wave, of ooh-what’s-next, far too well.

Until of course You Can Heal Your LIfe.  At the time I didn’t know it.  Now, it’s my most emphatic exception-to-the-rule.

I bought Louise L. Hay’s You Can Heal Your Life in 1991, and have since read it at least 4 times (possibly more).  It’s filled with anecdotes that act not only as that, but as loving reminders and examples of how one can apply it to one’s own life.  Love that.  I am currently reading it again which as a result, became the catalyst for this article.

Louise wrote YCHYL in 1983, and 30 years later, it is still as relevant today as it was then ─ perhaps even more relevant today.  A book well before its time ─ the proverbial and first drop in today’s ocean of the all-encompassing metaphysical thought-thread.

It’s relevant.  It’s easy.  When you read it, it’s like reading your favourite author ─ you can’t wait for the next bit of the story.  The chapters are succinct yet voluminous ─ the message you need, is the message you get.  It’s heartwarming and encouraging… it’s gentle.  It is also practical, and the exercises and affirmations are simple and easily assimilated.

This article was not intended to be a book recommendation, but as I draw to its close, it feels like an apt segue.  If you need some love, some light yet real and grounded teaching, borrow or buy You Can Heal Your Life ─ it has the power to heal your life and change your life…at the pace that you choose.

I like to call it my BlissBible™!  Indulge if you can ─ I often do and in fact, am about to go back for a second serving right now!

“In the infinity of life where I am, all is perfect, whole and complete” ─ Louise L. Hay

I dare you!

To create your own BlissBible™ ─ It’s like a notebook that’s been given wings…and blessed by you!

BlissBible™

You’ll need a notebook of any description or size ─ black Moleskines are my favourite ─ and a swig of imagination…it’s carte blanche at its best!

Grab a pen ─ black, ballpoint, felt tip, sparkly gels or a rainbow of coloured pencils.  Pour yourself a tisane, some sweet nectar or a flute of FrenchFroth.  Steal a corner somewhere at home, in a park or dans un café, and this is what you do…

♥ Smile.  It’s free and fabulous fuel to get you in the right frame of bliss!

♥ Give it a moniker.  You can most definitely call it your BlissBible, but other names that come to mind:  SoulSister, MagicMemo, RadicalReams, StreamSensation, ProdigiousPad, or simply Dreams, Desires.  If you want to make it really personal, then name it as such: Liesl’s Book of Dreams, Francesca’s Den of Desires, Dan’s Web of Words or Loulou’s PaintedPages!

♥ Now do an impassioned VerbalVomit!  Use your imagination…absolutely anything fun, fabulous, exciting, positive, positive, positive…how you want things to be ─ it’s your life so write your script!

Imagination

You can:

♥ Jot down divine affirmations……about yourself and your life

♥ Doodle……from a ‘Dream BIG’ sign to a pair of shoes you’ve always wanted to design

♥ Write a letter to your 16-year-old self

♥ Choose your favourite quotes and put them in there too

♥ Brain storm your Core Desired Feelings for this year (no, it’s not too late!).  Give it as many pages as you require.  Then slowly narrow it down to 3-5 words.  Come back to these words often to remind yourself of how you want to feel, and even transfer them to a piece of paper for your wallet or an index card for your fridge.  It’s BrainBliss and BodyBliss in a nutshell, and in ONE neat hit!

PicturePaste

♥ If you’re not such a fan of words, don’t fret, this BB is for the doodler, the sketch artist, the illustrator and the cut-&-paste fiend alike.  Whatever drills to the core of your bliss, do it and give yourself some ecstasy-through-imagination-and-intention.

♥ Keep in mind, this is not a one-session-wonder.  This can be undertaken once or several times a day, week or month ─ it’s completely up to you.  It can be hours of creating your desired life or 5-minute-snatches here and there.  Whatever you can afford, claim it and do……because this is one teensy yet powerful step towards your greatest bliss ─ that of simply & joyfully being!

And finally, with the biggest BlissBomb of LOVE that I can muster, I too remind you to carry your BlissBible with you ─ keep it close, and even if you’re unable to write, sketch or paste, you can most certainly re-read what you’ve already written or simply glance over everything, and give yourself some daily, repetitive and on-the-spot bliss!

xoxo

WarriorWoman™┃Diana Vreeland

a woman who stands up
a woman who courageously stands up
a WarriorWoman wants to live…and I mean really live
in spite of her fear
in spite of her doubts
and
in spite of what others may say
a WarriorWoman smiles when she
can
wants
must
she also openly engages in myriad mini meltdowns
a WarriorWoman knows her place, but doesn’t necessarily take it!
a WarriorWoman does her thing even though she is unaware that she is doing it
she is steel…and magnolia
she talks, she listens, she advises and she advocates
she cries and damnit, she laughs her big bodacious laugh too ─ often
she kisses. gently. with passion
a WarriorWoman speaks her truth whether you like it or not
a WarriorWoman wants to give to the world more than the world could ever give to her
she sees through and beyond
she can make magic…on a dime or a million dollars
she can make, and she can create
she can produce and offer, and she does so generously
she is both loathed and loved
embellished and stripped
a WarriorWoman is revered and pulled down
yes, all of these, and all at once
there are no short-cuts to a WarriorWoman
her work is long……but far-reaching
her inspiration on high beam
she goes about her business
at home, on the streets, in open fields, and big fancy offices
with the love or loves of her life, her brood, or simply alone
she is fierce
a gentle soul with a will of solid gold
she is as much yours as she is ours
say hello, blow her kisses…thank her
and most of all
allow her to be your light, your guiding light
in this rite of passage to becoming
a WarriorWoman!
Photograph by David Bailey

Photograph by David Bailey

And know that you are in good company as I present our first of many Warrior Women ─
Legendary fashion editor of Harper’s Bazaar (1936-62) and editor-in-chief of Vogue
(1963-71), special consultant to the Metropolitan Museum of Art’s Costume Institute, and queen of aphorisms!

 

15 things you didn’t know about Diana Vreeland:

1. The pillows in her home were infused with perfume via hypodermic needles.

2. Before becoming a fashion editor, Diana had a lingerie shop in London. Legend has it that Wallis Simpson seduced Edward, then Prince of Wales, while wearing one of Diana’s nightgowns. “Mom’s store brought down the British Empire,” her son Frederick once joked. She often had her own nightgowns tailored, with up to three fittings on a single one.

3. She always had her dollar bills and her tissues ironed before putting them in her handbag.

4. She ate the same lunch every day: a whole-wheat peanut-butter-and-marmalade sandwich, washed down with scotch. “Peanut butter is the greatest invention since Christianity,” she said.

5. She rarely left the house before noon, and she often conducted serious business from her tub.

6. The only thing Diana loved more than fashion was reading, and her favorite book was Moby-Dick. ”My life has been more influenced by books than by any other one thing,” she said.

7. Hollywood director Joel Schumacher got his start working with her as a fashion stylist.

8. Diana’s signature color was red, but she never found the perfect shade, which was, according to her, “the color of a child’s cap in any Renaissance portrait.”

9. She had her custom-made shoes shined for years before she ever started wearing them. And once they entered her rotation, she had the leather and the soles shined every day.

10. She approved of jeans but only on the right body: “I think blue jeans are the most beautiful things in the world, and they can be as tight as you can wear them, but only if you look well and have long limbs.”

11. Paris’s Hôtel de Crillon reserved her personal bed linens for her frequent visits.

12. Her grandson Nicholas is a Tibetan Buddhist monk (the first Westerner to be made an abbot), while my husband, Alexander, has always worked in fashion.

13. She loved surfing though she’d never been on a board.

14. Diana’s Kabuki-like blush was a signature that not everyone understood. A kindly flight attendant once offered,”Here, honey, let me rub in your rouge for you.”

15. Her “Why Don’t You…?” column was parodied in a 1938 issue of The New Yorker: “If a perfectly strange lady came up to you on the street and demanded, ‘Why don’t you travel with a little raspberry-colored blanket to throw over yourself…’ the chances are that you would…hit her with a bottle.”

(taken from the original article in Harper’s Bazaar)

Most recently I had the pleasure of feasting my eyes on Diana Vreeland:  The Eye Has To Travel ─ it was diiiiivine and I highly recommend that you let your eye travel over this visual feast of deliciousness!