Beauty, Cambodia, Expat, Fashion, lifestyle, Phnom Penh

Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair.

The team

The team

As the general populous of the well coiffed in Phnom Penh know, The Dollhouse isn’t just a place to get shorn, highlighted, and deep conditioned: it also garners immense attention for their monthly spreads in AsiaLife along with a constant flurry of beauty and fashion editorials for the glossies of the city in addition to a number of stylistic events throughout the year.

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Cambodia, Expat, Personal, Phnom Penh

Tandem.

Comfort.

Comfort.

Living in Cambodia has taught me many things, but the one that has been looming most recently is that you can’t truly ever plan for more than the day you’re living.

Sure, you can schedule lunches and meetings and cocktails with clients and friends, even sometime those fall through- but in the large scheme, more “life” planning type decisions, they’re things that you can grasp at but not know if they’re actually in your hand or if they’ve floated away somewhere unknown.

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Personal

Fathers.

 

dad

It’s Father’s Day and like every year since mine has passed, it’s a day that proves to be difficult, or strange at least in one way or another. Certain events though, especially in the past few days, have made me reflect especially on the man who raised me for twenty years of my life.

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Cambodia, Expat, Personal, Phnom Penh

Black out.

There are few times in my life when I am legitimately in pain or afraid for my life. There was that Christmas night in 2011 when I became aware that I was allergic to crab through an almost deadly anaphylactic reaction, the time I had second degree burns peeling and bubbling the flesh from my thighs after an unfortunate incident with Starbucks tea, and when I had a cheap ring jammed to the bone when climbing a fence as a kid. Then there was today.

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Beauty, Cambodia, Expat, Fashion, lifestyle, Phnom Penh

Seeing spots.

AM2

Yesterday I excitedly got to watch Scotland and the Forte Cambodia 5s complete in the Phnom Penh World Cup at 3g Mini Stadium. In sweltering 100+ heat and humidity as I stood cheering on the sidelines and felt trickles of sweat river down my thighs and pool into the back of my kneecaps I thought, “Isn’t it supposed to be rainy season?” This was right before I began to get lightheaded, seeing spots and stars dart behind my eyelids, and in a slight daze made my way back home for a couple bottles of water to rehydrate, a soggy workout, and a blowdry at The Dollhouse.

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