I did a bad, bad thing
Take, for example, the following missiles of misfortune that have been directed my way.
In the past fortnight three of my prized lettuces have died. Now admittedly they may have had some encouragement to give up the ghost from an under-whelmed dog with an over-active urinary tract but still, a death is a death.
Secondly, I discovered the delightful watering hole I had selected to stage my impending nuptials wants to charge me the equivalent of a year's salary just to feed, water and entertain my very placid and at this stage well-mannered guests.
Lastly, but by no means least(ly), after I proved myself a good girl by booking my flights to Fiji early last year, Scottish-extracted husband-to-be leaves it till the very week after the island nation's latest coup. And for his efforts gets a whopping 50 per cent discount. Without wishing to make light of the subject - nor appear too narcissistic - this last point is undoubtedly the worst as not only was I stung, the poor Fijians got side swiped as well.
Now clearly there are those of you who believe it serves me and my big mouth right.
But while the very nature of payback suggests someone somewhere has done something they shouldn't have, as far as I can tell up-and-coming designer James Cameron has done little to deserve a visit from karma's catastrophic call-girl.
Here James was minding his own business - quite literally as it turns out as he was just about to open at a new site - and some low life comes in and flogs all his stock. Worse than this, the cold-hearted bandits also removed next season's samples.
And he wasn't the only one whose new year got off to a rotten start.
Unscrupulous thieves fleeced Melbourne retailers Pitti Moda of around $31,000 worth of stock and five days earlier Borelli boutique on Collins Street had $15,000 worth of clothes stolen.
But Melbourne stores weren't the only ones suffering as the new year rose.
In January, a further eight store owners - across the Sydney suburbs of Mosman, Paddington, Woollahrah and Balmain - arrived at their businesses to find themselves cleaned out.
And spare a thought for the poor workers at Blundstone's Tasmanian factory.
In a situation not dissimilar to the rest of us, new year's eve probably found them congratulating themselves on a good year's work over a few tinnie of Boggs or Cascades at their local.
Little did they know that their Christmas pay cheque was to be among their last.
And as for designer Rebecca Davies? Well I'm sure she's probably perfectly happy with her decision to shut up shop in favour of the good life - it's only the rest of us that are left feeling miserable.
But despite his misery, James still managed to find a silver lining in his misfortune, claiming the loss presented him with a second chance to better his missing pieces.
Perhaps there's a lesson or three in there for all of us.