They say it's who you know not what you know. Now I don't know how to bake a three story, vanilla and lemon sponge cake with caramel sauce, decorated with berries, figs and rose petals. But I do know who can (commence unashamed name drop), winner of the Great Australian Bake Off 2016 Sian Redgrave, was the clever little sausage behind my incredible baby shower centrepiece.........among a few other things. Click through and get ready to drool.
I know, I know.....why am I posting about the joys of pregnancy when that ship has well and truely sailed? Ask my daughter Valentina. She decided life in my tummy was so 2017 and popped out three weeks early. So posting this today would have made more sense had she stayed rugged up inside but I guess that's the first lesson of parenthood. Nothing ever really goes to plan. Interviewed for The Chic Edit, my pregnancy in all it's glory.
This is not a short post. In fact it's pretty bloody long. Try condensing a six year story of mental illness into a couple of paragraphs, it's quite impossible. So grab a cuppa and a bikkie and I invite you to read, and hopefully learn, about a very poignant time in my life. From the age 18 to 23 I battled with anorexia. An illness that is slowly coming out of the woodwork and being talked about more and more. Now I know talking about it is not going to cure it but it will at least help lift the taboo. So this is my contribution to the wider conversation. The truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
In the lead up to Christmas I am met with one reccuring question, "What is a typical feed at a Lebo Christmas?" I have been lucky enough to experience five years of larger than life Lebanese style Christmas's in Oz since marrying into my extended family. In the 22 years before that my Christmas's were very much of the British variety featuring a turkey, carol singing, board games, Love Actually and of course a stack of cherished and loving memories.