Lost Limbo Love

The last year of my life has been full of turmoil, relief, love, uncertainty and letting go.

The most consistent, what I know will always be, my boys. The unconditional love they have for me and the unstoppable love I have for them. I understand, that’s more than what a lot of people have, but, I still yearn for peace, security and love. I love love. I love loving, I love being loved, who doesn’t?

This is my journey. I will find my place. I will be grounded. There will be love and loads of it. Because, I am great at love! Who knows when my journey will end…


Love Nora xxx


The unexpected calm

Where were you when Schapelle Corby was released from Kerobokan Prison?

Me? I was in my doctors waiting room. I needed my ‘health care plan’ for my new therapist. I wanted to have a skin check. I also wanted to ask about my extremely sore breasts (Betty and Veronica).

Got my health care plan

Skin check all clear (will be booking in, to get one mole removed from my back, but for vanity)

My sore breasts, which seemed like the least of all of my problems, are needing an ultrasound. Especially Veronica.

I’ve booked my ultrasound for ten days from now. So, I’m assuming things aren’t urgent and my body isn’t ravaged with cancer, but I have this really, unexpected calm about it all.

What is this calm? Where has it come from? I like you. In fact, I think I love you. Please don’t leave me.

Love Nora xxx

PS. Veronica is extremely sore after my breast examination. Ouchies!

Dating in your 30’s

Confession: I have never been on a date with someone, who, I am not in a relationship with. I am turning thirty-four in one week.

Dates make me cringe. The awkward. Oh the awkward. Maybe I shouldn’t diss it till I try it, but, oh eeeeek!

And how do you get a date? Supermarket and bananas in the basket? Online? Pubs and seedy clubs? Accidentally bumping into someone and helping pick up the contents of your bag?

If Sophie Monk can’t get a date or find love, what is the world coming to? She is gorgeous and funny, caring and sexy. I have no chance.

When you do manage to get a date, who decides where to go? What do you wear? Who pays? Do you go together? What do you talk about? How do you say goodbye? (I never want to speak to you again!) and what if I’m the rejected? Blurgh.

Even if my father thinks I’m the biggest catch available, let’s look at it realistically. I am a mother of two school aged boys, I am an unemployed teacher, I have a past and with that past comes insecurity issues (that I’m working on), I have way too many clothes and shoes, we have two cats.

Will I be alone forever?

Please feel free to share your stories, it could spark some positivity.

Disclaimer: I’m not ready to date, but I am curious.

Image credit: happyorhungry.com

Love Nora xxx

Last Day Blissful Blues

For starters, thank you. From the very bottom of my being, thank you for your thoughts, words and gestures. My previous blog post was scary, it still is, however, with your support, I’m beginning to feel that I can do this and be ok – eventually.

Today is the last day of the school holidays. We slept in. The kids visited our neighbours kids. Then, we did something we have never ever ever EVER done before…

The three of us jumped on our bikes and rode to the shops!

My handsome men got back to school haircuts, we did a small grocery shop, received compliments on our pile of bikes chained up outside and we rode home and celebrated this huge victory with homemade chocolate and raspberry ice cream (before lunch!). We’re planning a swim late this afternoon… cannonballing!

Such a blissful day, but I’m still in my funk. It also becomes reality that I have no employment. Both boys at school, what am I to do? I need to teach. I must. I feel like me in the classroom. It’s my passion (one of).


This makes me smile. I love riding Miss Minty, now I can proudly watch my boys enjoy riding too… Now, we need to sort out names for the boys bikes…

Love Nora xxx

Help Required…

So, I’m not good at asking for help. Being the independent type, the strong one (love those labels!) But, I’m not good. At all. I’m good at pretending I’m good. Sometimes, it’s genuine, most of the time it’s not.

I’ve been in a funk. An emotional funk. For too long. I want out.

I don’t know how to get out of it.

I play dress ups and try new styles and combinations. In a funk.

I go to the library, borrow books and scary DVDs to remove myself from my reality. Funk still there.

I’ve consumed myself with wellness and researching wellness and cooking. Funked.

I surround myself with beautiful souls and I’m usually ok when I’m with them. Afterwards, funk of all funks.

I’ve chopped off my long dark hair. Still in a funk.

I have no income at the moment (not helping the funk!) and I do not like what I see in the mirror. I don’t like me. Hence the lack of posts.

What do you do to pull yourself out of an emotional funk?

Love Nora xxx
The single, unemployed Mumma, with nothing on the horizon. Thank eff for my children!

My hairs… See how good I am at pretending to be ok?


meet miss minty


Ain’t she puurrdeee?

I got her for my birthday this year. She has given me a love of cycling and she has given me freedom.

I love jumping on her, putting on my retro skater stackhat and cruising.

Reid Cycles is where I got my little beauty from. WARNING: if you want one (definitely get one) be prepared to pull your hair out trying to decide on a colour. They are all gorgeous!

PS. You must get the basket on the front, handy and cute to boot!


Love Nora xxx

what’s the story?

On a beautiful sunny day in October a good friend and I went to our very first Clothing Exchange. We took six items of our own clothes (all of mine had tags still attached – addict of the shops!) and handed them over to the volunteers. They took our items, gave us a wrist band or tokens for each piece, even a swing tag to write a snippet of that piece of clothing’s life and placed our items on display. We came back two hours later (after coffee and people watching and homemade paleo lunch on Sydney Harbour) to the hall full of clothes.


We were then ‘let loose’ on the clothes. A sea of fashion hungry women and men, who were, in my opinion, very well behaved.


We took pieces that we liked, tried them on, put them back or hung onto them, with an extremely tight grip. It was fun. We donated items of clothing, we didn’t wear, we came home with items, we would wear. A little refresher for our wardrobes.

Last night, I went out for drinks and wore a stunning blue floral, 100% Silk, Juicy Couture mini dress, it even has pockets, which I love. I found this little beauty at the Sydney Clothing Exchange. I teamed it with my ‘Cleopatra’ headpiece (named by most men who comment on it) and a pair of cream platform stiletto ankle booties from Rubi Shoes ($15 sale online)

I wonder who owned my dress? Where did they wear it? How did they style it? How many times did they wear it? (It’s in new condition) Did they dry clean only? My dress has a past, that I know nothing about. But I love that it is now in my life and one of my favourite pieces in my wardrobe.

So, with my free dress and sale booties, I headed out for vodka, good company and questionable live music. Who doesn’t love a compliment? I got loads. Shoe compliments, dress compliments, headpiece compliments and “wow, you look gorgeous, I love your outfit” compliments (in the women’s bathrooms of course)


Woke up with no hangover-Winning!

Love Nora xxx

PS. Sorry about the selfies. No photographers at the moment.

accidental cat lady

I’ve always been a dog person, or so I thought.

I have now saved/adopted/rescued #norabeesaint two darling little kittens from death row, in the last six months.

I also realised, I have a type I love a tortoiseshell kitten. They are so affectionate and cheeky and can escape from anything!

We have Pippa who is the eldest and Lilly who is the baby.

Pippa not so keen on being my prop for my Frocktober pic

Lilly loves my Erin Louise Collection and so do I. The Gypsy Traveller Harems are heaven!

I am passionate about saving animals, but, unlike my mother (love you mum, even know I know you won’t read this because you don’t use a computer) I refuse to have a backyard full of animals. Therefore, I will do everything I can to support the animal rescue shelters (without taking a furry or feathered friend home)

Please, if you’re looking for a furry little friend to share your home, forever, go check out your local pound/shelter/holding facility. It will absolutely break your heart, but, even more reason to save a helpless little animal.

Blacktown Animal Holding Facility
Hawkesbury Companion Animal Shelter

Love Nora xxx

Welcome to the World, Nora Bee Style!


My very first blog post.

After a few dear friends encouraged me to blog, I decided, ok, I’m going to give it a go…

Todays post will be short and sweet.

I put on a bra today and I didn’t even have to!

I’m also wearing a $4 Jay Jays mini v-neck dress I thrifted from my local Salvation Army.


So, thank you for stopping by and reading Nora Bee Styles’ very first post (both of you!)

Love Nora xxx