- split ends are the most noticable when bored on a conference call
- Jay’s surliness is proportionate to the amount of lapsed time since his last meal
- one’s cheerful demeanour is directly related to the number of stupid questions one gets asked during the day
- cheese = happiness
- Saturday winter afternoons are best spent internesting (nestling in a blanket cocoon while reading the internet)
- Harley and possums do not like each other
- I am the missing link in Amy Shumer & JLaw’s BFF squad
- a red sock will almost always end up in the whites load
- Moths operate by osmosis. how else could they possibly end up in the unequivocally-airtight flour jar?
- Cow and the Moon gelato in Marrickville deserves a Michelin star
- everyone on Instagram has a better life than me
- you never correctly insert the USB on the first try
- routers only break when the William’s IT support is unavailable
- the older you get the more bedgasms you have (that euphoric feeling you get when finally falling into bed at night)
- Stating the obvious here, but Australia desperately needs a new Prime Minister
- successfully opening a coconut is a distinguished talent!
- you’ll desperately need to pee just as the last movie trailer before the actual movie starts
- when you have to leave early from work, a senior manager will always bail you up for ‘just a couple of minutes’ as your rushing out the door
- life’s greatest epiphanies come when your drinking Old Fashioneds at 1am in the Shady Pines Saloon
- there is no situation in which its OK to talk to me about work before I’ve had my coffee
- fading chicken pox spots look like acne
- tights are not pants.
- zoodles (zucchini noodles) are the greatest health food creation
- Russian food is underrated
- you can never have too many pairs of ankle boots
- three year olds say the darnedest things!
- Delta Goodrem is way cooler than she gets credit for
- one really does sound awesome singing in the shower!
- knuckle rings from Lovisa are the new favourite
- the corniest line in the universe is at the end of the film ‘Letters to Juliet’ (“can you move?”…”only my lips”)
- cereal makes a perfectly acceptable dinner, no matter what your Mum says!
last winter, we had the pleasure of staying at Green Acres homestead in Kangaroo Valley in the NSW Southern Highlands.
our little getaway group consisted of our friends King & Pete, who researched and discovered this little holiday gem, Misch our lovely, rambunctious Georgian, Skelly our passionate little pocket rocket, my bearded hubby Jay, our furry loud cavoodle Harley and I.
the drive from Sydney to Kangaroo Valley is simply stunning. as soon as you make it down the winding valley, the lush green valley floor opens up into kilometres of green fields spotted with grazing cows. there are crystal rivers to cross and an abundance of wildlife to spot amongst the trees (this is the place where you will see koalas in the trees!).
Green Acres can be booked through Stayz.com.au or directly from their website. The amount you pay depends on how many people are staying; the place sleeps 8. We used all four rooms for the 6 of us. It has a fully equipped kitchen (coffee machine, toaster, baking pans, wine glasses, etc), a spa bath, a BBQ, swimming pool, stereo with speakers throughout the house & outside, indoor fireplace, lots of couch seating, heaters in the bedrooms & all linen.
While you should probably bring all your groceries from the city (variety is bigger & price is cheaper), the property is about 10 minutes out of the village of Kangaroo Valley, so it’s close to amenities should you forget anything.
there is an abundance of art on the walls, all eclectic pieces that are unmatching and each tell a seperate but beautiful story. I always think that artwork tells you about its owner. This art is a little left of field, quirky and tends to insight the imagination to sexy stories of Africa. They seem well traveled. (There is a mural of a hot naked man in the bathroom which is a nice touch!)
We arrived Friday afternoon and left on Sunday, spending the time cooking, drinking vino, talking, dancing, laughing and stargazing.
There were some beautiful little touches left for us; fresh eggs from the nearby neighbours, a bottle of local wine & detailed instructions on how everything worked.
We loved how secluded this place was, we didn’t feel like we needed to keep the noise down, and being pet-friendly meant we could include our little furry guy Harley.
I love this place and I can’t wait to go back!!!
i want to share a little story with you about this beautiful Balinese pot
it was 1998 and I had just arrived in Sydney from my hometown near Newcastle. I dropped out of uni to follow a boy who had my heart (and many years later would become my husband), to the big city. we moved in together; which at the time meant living with cousins or in a friend’s garage until we had enough money to get our own place.
taking my lunch break one day, I spotted this beautiful oversized Balinese urn in a little homewares store on Darling St in Balmain. I fell in love. It took me 3 months to pay it off and then I took it home in the front passenger seat of my car wrapped tight by the seatbelt. it was my very first homewares purchase.
it’s travelled with us to all the places we’ve lived in the last 17 years. we’ve always taken such good care of it that it’s only had a minor broken handle, which we glued back together. but over time my decor tastes have changed and tonight it found a new home.
a lovely English man, who just bought his first home with his wife and baby, came to pick it up. I feel a little sad as I write this little farewell ode to my Balinese pot, but I’m so glad it’s found a new loving home!
I think a lasting friendship is one of life’s greatest joys.
There are people who surpass the friend status and become family.
Their political opinions, religious beliefs and social ideology don’t always have to mirror your own, but as long as your respect and love for each other is at the forefront, then friendship will last.
I am lucky to have a handful of such people in my life. They are etched to my soul.
i want to take the bits of you i love
and press them like flowers
between the pages of my favourite book
and i want to take all the scraps
that you dislike about yourself
and display them on my refrigerator
to show you i’m still proud
of the person you are
and the person you are becoming
but most of all, i want to spin you like a globe
and drag my finger across til it stops
to discover the pieces of you
that you’ve yet to reveal to anyone else
and i want to wrap them up in linen
and place them in and old cigar box,
i’d tuck it away safely
in the top drawer of my bedside table,
so you know i’ll never let
those pieces of you go
because when you share
hidden parts of yourself
with someone else,
you’re trusting that person
to hold the secret sections
of your heart
and to love the bits
//my weekly bunch of beautiful blooms//
“Why I Wake Early
Hello, sun in my face.
Hello, you who made the morning
and spread it over the fields
and into the faces of the tulips
and the nodding morning glories,
and into the windows of, even, the
miserable and the crotchety –
best preacher that ever was,
dear star, that just happens
to be where you are in the universe
to keep us from ever-darkness,
to ease us with warm touching,
to hold us in the great hands of light –
good morning, good morning, good morning.
Watch, now, how I start the day
in happiness, in kindness.”
\\things currently inspiring me\\
this is my hound Harley. he’s a rambunctious cavoodle/cavapoo, although you wouldn’t tell from this photo. those well-chewed green creatures are his squeaky fleas, originally named “flea”. happy Sunday!!!