Hands up if you’re reading this article? Alright, good start. Second question: hands up if you heart the Palmer’s Cocoa Butter Formula range? Now, I can’t see y’all so I’m going to assume there’s a whole lotta hands in the air right now, since Palmer’s is one of the most popular beauty products picked up off shelves in Australia. True story.

DOLLY work experience student Georgie blogs about her week helping out at DOLLY HQ.

The hair bun, is an up-do born in the Ballet because of it's ease, gracefulness and ability to contain unruly locks. It graduated to social status when worn by SJP during the mid-series of Sex and the City. Today, it gets passed off for a top-knot often because they are very much one-and-the-same, although the top-knot tends to be more messy and laid-back and the bun looks more to the opera born, meaning it exudes high levels of sophistocation. In any case both are wild-weather friendly and wearable come casual or otherwise.

I was 13 when I did my first 40 Hour Famine. I got a bunch of my girlfriends and we hunkered down for the weekend with a heap of chick flicks, a ton of gossip and what felt like a thousand barley sugars. Not only did we raise a bunch of money for a great cause but we had an awesome bonding weekend too!

You know you’re taking it too far when you update your Facebook status with “I miss my [Insert ex-boyfriend’s name here] sooo much” to your 942 friends.

Case in point? My friend recently broke up with her guy but only to, an hour later, flood the newsfeed with “Stacey*: wants everything to go back to the way things were” and “ Stacey: doesn’t know how I’m going to get through the next hour”.

Have you ever been so obsessed with a movie or TV show that when it ends, you feel all kinds of sad?

Let me explain...

Okay, so I was cruising through the paper last week when I spotted a story about a teen that had gone missing after meeting up with a guy she met on Facebook. A couple days later they found her dead...

I read an interesting spot of research this morning. Apparently Monday is the second happiest day of the week (followed by Sundays … mmm sleep-ins).

At first I was dubious. As much as us DOLLY girls all LOVE our jobs, there’s something particularly painful about the pre-dawn buzz of the alarm on a May Monday morning that doesn’t exactly make us jump for joy...

Is it sad that as soon as I discovered I’d be flying on an overseas holiday to Europe on the same day as Beyonce’s I Am… concert – a little part of me died inside? I suppose it is. But really, I was bummed. I am a huge B fan. She’s had me shakin’ my booty and wagging my finger from her early days workin’ it in Destiny’s Child all the way