Is it wrong for me to have lofty expectations on Mother’s Day? Really, is it so far-fetched for me to be expecting a day of attention and love? It was so last week, but I’m still in the healing stage. Here’s what went down:

Ignoring the bad start to the day - Mabel crying at an unusually early hour, handing her over to hub so I could have more shut-eye, hub proving to be useless – I was excited for the possibilities the day could bring. Maybe lovely thoughtful cards, presents that have been beautifully wrapped with not only something that I may have casually requested but that little special something – a surprise gift – a “your amazing gift”. Hmmm…

Time for breakfast: my husband had teased me with the notion of pastries in bed with cups of tea, followed by a walk down to Balmoral beach grabbing take-away coffees but instead I got: “You’re not doing sugar and gluten so I decided not to get any…” (Umm, It’s sunday AND Mother’s Day – I expect to eat my bodyweight in pastries…HI, have we met?). I WANT MORE… »

An ‘after hours’ look inspired by the Dylan Cooper show from Mercedes Australian Fashion Week (also the look I wore to the Prince concert – in case you’re wondering).

Splashed across the pages of today’s papers were photos from the “private” nuptials of Australian cricket captain Michael Clarke and his lovely new wife Kyly Boldy.

The wedding took place at the stunning Wolgan Valley Resort in the Blue Mountains, which made for a beautiful backdrop.

Of course, the banter around the make-up room: The Dress. The Horse. The Flowing Veil. Tacky much?

Well, here’s my two cents worth: When you’re a bride, run with it. Embrace the ‘Princess-for-the-day’ with giddy enthusiasm. And don’t let anyone rain on your parade. This doesn’t mean you grow a second head and become a punish to all and sundry. Au contraire. Love yourself and make others love you too. Fulfill your aesthetic dreams. If you want to wear showgirl beading with white frou-fra, dammit, you make it your life’s work to wear showgirl beading and white frou-fra. I WANT MORE… »

This biting winter air is causing havoc on a lady’s complexion. I slather on virtual duck-fat these days, still – dryness, tightness – oh-my. The flakes are intolerable and why does my skin look so dull? Well, I’ve discovered radiance is now within reach after attending a fabulous Kheil’s event the other evening -  I now have hope that again, I shall shine, sparkle and gleam.

Introducing Kheil’s Rosa Arctica Cream. This intense balm was discovered from the Bulgarian flower Haberlea Rhondopensis - I know, Rhona who? But Glams, this flower is actually real and is otherwise known as the “resurrection flower” for its abilities to lay dormant and then come back to life. Sign me up. I WANT MORE… »

Getting ready with Nadja, like anything involving my dear friend, is always somewhat of an event – theatre if you will. And Friday, for the Prince concert was no exception. After a lengthy appointment at the local salon where we got our hair did – old-school wet-set under a dryer for an eternity for maximum bounce, we started procedures somewhat late. Of course, someone (me) prematurely opened a bottle of Champagne and put on the movie Purple Rain, so naturally we missed our 6pm pick-up (well, you can hardly rush cobalt-blue eyeliner or the application of a strip lash). And not only is there always meticulous attention to detail with hair and make-up when getting ready with Nadj (we are both in the biz) there is also the obligatory pre-event photoshoot that she directs with with Testino precision but then entrusts brave Hub to execute. I WANT MORE… »

“I never wanted to be your weekend lover…” Prince is in town. And it’s high time – eye mean nine years between drinks – eye could barely wait a second longer.

Prince evokes so many memories for me… I remember coping with the horror of being a teenager and cohabiting with my parents by retreating to my room, and in front of the mirrored wardrobe, performing my angsty “no-one-understands-me-except-Prince” dance to “When Doves Cry”. I also remember when my boyfriend wrote me love notes all over my “Sign O The Times” albums, which I then, painted over when we broke up. And then there was the horrendous fight with my father when, in front of my very eyes, he snapped my beloved “Love Sexy” album to pieces. Every break-up had the soundtrack of “The Beautiful Ones” or “Adore”. I WANT MORE… »

Wow! What an emotional roller-coaster of a night with the final battle-round of The Voice.

Seal believed (however, not in tracksuit attire) Keith got his tears on, Delta showed off her cheekbones, and the Maddens flashed more ink than The Sydney Morning Herald. And yes, the contestants certainly showed us what they were made of.

One of the high points of the night was the diva-off between pole-dancing-Patty (Yianna Stavrou) and the incredible Sarah De Bono. I WANT MORE… »

Perfect shades of lipstick deserve their very own blog – so here we go.

Elizabeth Arden Ceramide Ultra Lipstick in Coral Vibrations RRP $48.00. First of all – love the name. This screamed at me from across the room – it is that ideal pink-based coral shade that is not too red or too orange. This is a “true coral” that suits blondes and brunettes alike. It feels very wearable and gives an instant hit of moisturising colour and shine that lasts the distance. Think Kate Bosworth. I WANT MORE… »

Backstage at the Dylan Cooper show, winner of last season’s Project Runway, there was nearly an ethereal tranquility in the air. Had I just stepped into a parallel universe or was this guy not launching his very first collection on the stage of Australian Fashion Week in the next hour? Maybe, I had just missed a meltdown of sorts? I mean, surely someone’s had a wobbly or a small turn for the worse? Apparently no – none of the above.

This laidback vibe was just a reflection of the lovely Dylan and his beautiful, carefree, 70’s inspired collection – stunning sheer flowing skirts and blouses, dresses fit for a young Stevie Nicks, rockstar suits in bright colours and opulent velvet in romantic-boho prints, inspired by his prize for Project Runway – a three week vacance to London, New York and Paris. (You can see the inspiration of a Parisian fountain in a blue-hued printed silk-chiffon dress). I WANT MORE… »