Chippy’s Sweet Australia Day #mate



I Come From The Land Down Under.

Yeah mate, I’ve grown up in this sunburnt country with the best of them – Kylie, Jason, Natalie, Miranda.

Though my parents whisked me away to Europe most Australian winters, my summers were spent swinging on the hills-hoist and munching on Golden Gaytimes.

Yesterday, as we celebrated Australia Day, the tradition continued, with a few stylish twists of course.

Dad’s tighty-whities #eww were replaced on the hoist, with strings of beautiful bunting, made from #vintage remnants my grandmother sent over from Paris.

Mum outdid herself with a giant golden gaytime ice cream cake and the world's first Pavlamington (pavlova-slash-lamington).

Australia Day is a time for us to return to those simple pleasures we loved when we were small. I was pretty in pink with my iced vovo in hand and pink jelly sandals on my toes.

Later that arvo, we went boogie boarding in vintage Coogee jumpers and rode home on kangaroos. It would be #unaustralian not to, right?

Next stop on the agenda, Bastille day, cause #frenchgirlsrock

Peace, Love and Blogs
Chippy x


 We met early last year at a Vintage store. 
I liked the fact he wasn't clean cut like a lot of those other ones.
When we're together I feel comfortable. 
So, so comfortable.
There's no pressure.
He's relaxed, cool, and messy without being a mess. Know what I mean?
He adds swagger in my step whenever we go out together (which is a lot)
Well matured, like a fine wine.
Deep pockets for credit cards to buy me things.
He's been pre-loved so I'm not his first...
He stands by me through thick or thin.
I think we are the perfect fit.
No, this isn’t just a fling. 
Summer, winter, autumn, spring
My boyfriend jeans are my forever thing. 



When I looked down at my new Birkenstocks, I began to take stock.

Just yesterday, I injured my finger while buttoning my oversized boyfriend shirt top button, and I began to think.
But it wasn't until I was sipping on my boutique ginger beer made from organic ginger harvested on the third full moon of the year, handed to me by a grizzly bearded, plaid shirted, surfer-come-wholefood-cafĂ©-owner, that I truly realised… it was a revelation like woah...

I focused through the non-prescription lenses of my thick rimmed ironic glasses, looking around the speakeasy cafe with fellow bloggers sitting in front of their lappletops, snacking on their ciao sexy pizzas and hola amigo tacos, and sipping green juices from jam jars and thought; It's gone too far. I've done it, I've become Chipster the Hipster.

But hey, It was bound to happen. So, bon voyage baby, next stop: Brooklyn to hit up the flea markets and then onto watch a band that no-one has ever heard of play in some abandoned gas station.



Happy 2014 readers! I hope you had a fab break. 

I went Glamping

It all started when my friend suggested we go camping.
Cute idea. I really like the idea of camping.  I have a pinterest board dedicated to toasted marshmellows, retro combis, crochet bikinis and sunsets.

I’m all up for being down to earth like when you bend down to lace up your new kicks. But I’m not pitching a tent and sleeping in a bag. I need basic necessities such as Coconut Water, Superfoods and Chanel. 

Later that day I was chatting to Chungy and she suggested we all go Glamping. It was the perfect compromise. 

Cut a long story short – we toasted marshmellows on our Smeg stove top, drank cold French bubbles while enjoying surround sound of the latest Beyonce album. There was even an indoor-outdoor shower with hot water and Aesop bodywash. Oh, and Pixie (Geldof) baked some very special cookies that had us in fits of laughter for 6 hours straight. Hashtag LOL. 

Getting down to earth was bliss. Y’all should give it a whirl, girls!

Peace love and blogs,