Review: Savar Natural Rosehip Advanced Protection Moisturiser with SPF15

September 3, 2017

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I tend not to do too many reviews on here, mostly because I didn’t think people actually sought reviews. But a few weeks ago I came across a product that I thought looked interesting and I couldn’t find anything about it online except places that were selling it. No reviews whatsoever. The product I was looking at was that of a small business, and as such handcrafted and quite pricey. Unfortunately I was reluctant to handover my money for a product I simply couldn’t find reviews for. What I’m saying is I get it now. While I wouldn’t expect to buy, or not buy, products based on reviews alone, the lack of people talking about the product is enough to halt the purchase for me.

It’s no secret that I am a long time fan of Savar Skincare, there aren’t many products left in their range that I haven’t tried, or used, for extensive periods of time. A more seasonal product from the range that makes an appearance from time to time in my skincare routine is the Natural Rosehip Advanced Protection Moisturiser with SPF15. I say seasonal because I prefer not to use a moisturiser with SPF everyday. The only exception is when I’m in a place like Fiji, at which time an SPF based moisturiser becomes a staple for me.

The core ingredients in this product (New Zealand blackcurrant, kiwi fruit and melon fruit) all have naturally occurring properties that help protect against hard UVA/UVB rays, as well well natural skin rejuvenating and enhancing properties. I initially started applying the product sparingly – because moisturisers with SPF tend to be sticky and greasy. I found though that the direction to apply generously worked for me and my skin. The product absorbed easily, without any obvious sign of the use of SPF on my face.

The product doesn’t have a strong scent, that is usually associated with products with SPF, in fact based on scent alone I much prefer this Savar product to the Savar Rosehip moisturiser without the SPF. I think that says quite a lot.

The Rosehip Moisturiser with SPF15 is also a wonderful base for your make-up. While I tend to wear very little make-up in Fiji, it enhances the glow that I seek to create with a highlighter. The perfect tool to help create a beautiful, effortless holiday glow – everyday. I feel like my skin ‘plumps’ up and just looks dewy and glow-y with this SPF moisturiser on. Reading through Savar description of the product I see that this “plumpness” is actually just the ‘firming’ aspect of the product, and I’m all for firm skin!



August 31, 2017


a portrait of my son, once a week 

Rafa Let him sleep, for when he is awake he runs his mother off her feet

Previous portraits here.



August 26, 2017

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a portrait of my son, once a week 

Rafa On top of Melbourne

Rafa I read you “Oh, The Places You’ll Go” everyday from the moment I found out I was pregnant, and now Daddy and I doing what we can to show you the world.

Previous portraits here.


Country Stereotypes: Travelling to Papua New Guinea

August 24, 2017

early morning starts help avoid the traffic, the dust and heat | leaving Lae

Papua New Guinea isn’t usually a country that makes it onto many bucket lists and I’ll have to admit my trip there wasn’t a holiday. It was work coupled with an intensive introduction to the country. I was there for a week and spent time in Port Moresby (the capital) and Lae (the industrial hub of the country). I’m probably not alone when I say that a lot of what I knew of PNG was from the media, and these revolved around issues of crime and violence. Two days before leaving from PNG I was told of the rape of three female journalists in Port Moresby. All I could think was “really, did you really need to tell me this right before I head out there?”

being the industrial hub and with development taking place Lae tends to look like this 
The truth though is that I went to Papua New Guinea willingly, excitedly, with an open mind and without too much apprehension about the security issues. Coming from Fiji has somewhat hardened me to the media portrayal of many countries. Fiji after all seems to be all about Frank Bainimarama and there’s more to my country then Frank, and I was sure there was more to Papua New Guinea then rape! And there was, so much more. Papua New Guineans are friendly, their vegetables are amazing (agriculture started in PNG after all), there is a great sense of hope and optimism and the landscape is breathtaking.
local market | Ramu Valley 


We did have armed security presence during our trip, especially in Lae but this was a precaution. It was a work trip that gave us access to many dignitaries and the security presence was necessary. I felt like my movements were quite limited. I didn’t have the freedom just to walk across the road to go to the store or stop and chat with locals. Again, I think it was more reflective of the nature of the trip then the actual place. One of my absolute favourite memories was leaving the safety of our group and walking through the local market with one of our security guards. Sure he had a gun, but it was concealed in one of those bum bag type things and one of my men in our group said he looked over and it look like friends, talking and walking through the market. It was such a seemingly insignificant moment, in comparison to the fancy hotels, lavish dinners and influential people I had the honour of meeting, but a moment that was the highlight of this trip.

visit to Yalu village where the villagers talked to us about the challenges they face | Lae 


I still found enough time and space to take what I saw in and developed an understanding of the complexities the country and its people face. I’m so excited about taking my family back to PNG next year, and yes – I think I would still get security if we took Miss 10 but it’s a small price to pay to be able to experience a  country that many people tend not to go to. I have a few more posts but the truth is I’m struggling to get the words down. Is there anything in particular you’d like to know about the trip or PNG in general?
Do you know much about Papua New Guinea? 
Have you travelled to a country regardless of perhaps negative stereotypes? 

I’d like to thank my dear friend Clare from The Life of Clare who talked through and provided comments on an earlier draft of this post.  


August 19, 2017


a portrait of my son, once a week 

Rafa Shoes like Daddy

Rafa only has one pair of shoes that fit him at any particular time. There isn’t an assortment to choose from. I thought his last pair of Bobux boots made him look all grown up. I was mistaken. These Converse sneakers make him look really grown up, it breaks my heart a little.  I don’t wear sneakers much, so he’s channeling daddy a lot more these days.

Previous portraits here.


August 11, 2017

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a portrait of my son, once a week 

Rafa Top three things: Bird, Wo Wo (water), and Buses

Previous portraits here.

That Mum

August 10, 2017



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I read, quite a lot actually. Which surprised me, especially in those first few weeks with Rafa (who didn’t sleep much). In those early weeks I was devouring books at a pace that surprised me. It’s in my nature to turn to books: for solace and for information. I’ve since read a lot of books about child development and yes, parenting. Growing the human seemed like the easier part. The more I read I notice sometimes subtly and other times more obviously how “that mum” is often mocked, and how that ”other” mum is praised.

It seems easier for people to hear “parenting is hard, this shit sucks, today my baby screamed, pooped on the rug and vomited on me.” This mum seems to be congratulated for her honesty. This mum is the mum literature suggests is an accurate representation of motherhood and the realities of parenting.

Much harder, it appears, for people to hear is “I’m so tired, but we had a great day. I managed to get to the green grocer, got a healthy meal on the table, took my child to the art gallery and got a fluffy and hot chocolate on the way home.” This mum, no one wants to know her. And if they do, it’s only to ridicule her unfair, and dishonest representation of motherhood.

After reading many version of the latter description and the ensuing analysis that this type of mum is unrealistic to aspire to, and the suggestions that this mum is somewhat fictional and not good for herself or her child. I felt disheartened and was left feeling that my experience of motherhood shouldn’t be shared or spoken about beyond my absolute inner circle. Or that if asked how things were going, I must under no circumstance talk about that latter description. No. I must instead mention how tired I am, and then society will comfort me, offer me ‘support’ in the form of tremendously unhelpful words.

You see, friends, I did find parenting shitty – those first few weeks. I didn’t find them joyful. I was over the moon and so in love with my child, but there was no magic in it. He cried, he didn’t seem to want to sleep anywhere other than on me, I was so tired and so sore. It wasn’t until later that he started engaging with me, doing things, interacting with the world that the magic began. Back then, there were so many messages from new mums saying thank you, I was too scared to say this, or yes, this is what it’s like for me too.

Now. Now things are very different and they have been very different for a while. I absolutely love the days that Rafa and I share together. Sure we argue – like in any relationship. But I cross my heart, we manage splendid trips to the greengrocer, read, play, make a mess, get dinner done, enjoy an outing (either the museum, art gallery, or the park, or some place, any place), and then a cafe date, and then at around 4pm we clean up the toys together. Lately, Rafa has loved vacuuming so we vacuum. I might spend the early evening baking. There’s a little bit of time of read, a little more to work (either creative or professional) and some for Patrick and I.

I’m by no means the perfect mother. I’m learning so much from other parents, from books, from Rafa. From failing, spectacularly (often). The reason that I write this is because I truly do not feel like one type of mother should be placed on a pedestal. I can’t talk about shitty, crappy days if I don’t have them (the same way I can’t talk about a child that naps for 3 hours in the day, because I’ve never had one that does that). And being dishonest about my experience would be a disservice to my child, to our children. But for so long I shied from talking about our days because they weren’t full of poo explosion, vomit down my clothes or drama. I felt that, that was all people wanted to hear about. No one wanted to know that Rafa and I spent almost 40 minutes sitting and putting stickers on paper (which really is a wonderful activity to strengthen hand-eye coordination and fine motor skills).

I want to be able to freely express my mothering and my motherhood experience. And you should be able to freely express yours. Whatever it maybe. And however you choose to express yours (expletives and all, if you choose).  What I don’t want to do is say “so tiring” in answer to “‘how is it going?”, I want to answer honestly, which at this point in time is “wonderfully! I feel like we’re both thriving!” The mum that I AM, that’s the mum I want to be and to talk about. “THAT MUM”, is the mum that I am at this point in time. I want to hear about the mum that you are, whatever and however she maybe. We might have a thing or two to learn from each other, or perhaps, we’ll just sit quietly with nothing to offer the other except silent strength and a safe space to be “that mum”.

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