Watson’s Bay, 2030

Sunday, 23 November 2014

When we first moved to Sydney, I sat down one evening (with a large glass of wine) and researched my surroundings. The result was a very long wishlist of must-dos to be fulfilled at every available opportunity. A trip to Watsons Bay was top of that list and we finally got around to hopping on the ferry a couple of weekends ago. It’s a beautiful area with jaw dropping views of the city and the north shore, a few fantastic restaurants and coastal walk along the headland (with a LIGHTHOUSE people). I’ll post those pictures separately but it’s the houses that first got my attention. Hopefully they will keep yours too.

Wishful Thinking - Watson's Bay

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Perfect Pleats

Thursday, 20 November 2014

Every now and then, a fashion trend comes along that I admire from afar. Pleated skirts is one of them. They are soft and textured, unmistakably female – they never fair to catch my eye on a busy street. And yet whenever I picture myself in one of them, I imagine Dot Cotton.  So I’ll leave it up to the professionals with their endless legs and perfect shoes. I’ll just blog about them instead.

Wishful Thinking - Pleated Maxi

Wishful Thinking - Pleated Maxi

Wishful Thinking - Pleated Maxi

Wishful Thinking - Pleated Maxi

Wishful Thinking - Pleated Maxi

Wishful Thinking - Pleated Maxi

with a huge sweater and bangles

Wishful Thinking - Pleated Maxi

Wishful Thinking - Pleated Maxi

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The Tree Thief

Tuesday, 18 November 2014

Eucalyptus – decidedly Australia. Surprisingly scarce. Well for me anyway. You know just before you travel somewhere new and you formulate an image of what this place will smell like, look like and feel like in your head? And then you get there and can’t quite remember what you had pictured as those images become replaced by the real thing? The image that formed for me of Australia, was one of Eucalyptus. Great big bunches of them. Imagine my disappointment when I realised that it’s actually quite scarce in Sydney. I’ve only come across one tree on my jogging route – I hastily backpedalled, wondering if I was allowed to pluck the braches off. Probably not. I settled for a couple of stalks which kept our bathroom smelling gorgeous for a whole week. Would we be committing some unthinkable crime if I got Jordan to drive me to our running park in the dead of night so that I could lob a sizeable branch off (taking care not to damage the tree)?

Wishful Thinking - Eucalyptus Love

Wishful Thinking - Eucalyptus Love

Wishful Thinking - Eucalyptus Love

Wishful Thinking - Eucalyptus Love

Wishful Thinking - Eucalyptus Love

Wishful Thinking - Eucalyptus Love

Wishful Thinking - Eucalyptus Love

Wishful Thinking - Eucalyptus Love

Wishful Thinking - Eucalyptus Love

Wishful Thinking - Eucalyptus Love

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The Jervis Charm

Sunday, 16 November 2014

I can’t remember whether or not I have told you about Jervis Bay before so I’m going to tell you again. Rich turquoise water, kangaroos as far as the eye can see and sand so fine, it squeaks between your toes. It’s easy to become disorientated there and think you have been stranded on some tropical paradise. In reality, you are only two hours outside of Sydney, perfect for a quick (yet thorough) getaway. Apart from the obvious beauty, one of my favourite things about Jervis Bay are the cute little rental cottages right in front of Hyams Beach. You seem to have to book years in advance in order to enjoy a weekend in one of them but I reckon the wait would be worth it.

Wishful Thinking - Jervis Bay

Wishful Thinking - Jervis Bay

Wishful Thinking - Jervis Bay

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Pocket Size

Tuesday, 11 November 2014

Having grown up in a tiny house and lived in a variety of cubby holes in London, it’s fair to say I have spent most of my life in very small houses. Apart from the obvious nuances – lack of privacy, lack of storage, lack of space, there is a genuine comfort and cosiness that exists between those four walls. I think even if money was no object for me, I’d likely go for the small and pretty, rather than than the palatial mansion. If you ever needed convincing, take a look at this little pocket-sized (540 square foot) home on Sauvie Island, an agricultural island on the Columbia River 15 minutes north of Portland.  My Pinterest boards are no stranger to several of these rooms but I had yet to see the whole house, laid out in all it’s beauty. Abundant light, clever storage, open plan rooms – they’ve thought just about everything to get that feeling of space and comfort. Read more about it here…

Jessica Helgerson

Images via Jessica Helgerson Interior Design

The Changing Colours of the Ocean

Sunday, 9 November 2014

That ocean. It’s become our favourite television programme. We can sit transfixed for great lengths of time, just watching it be. On a day like today, it’s a deep navy colour, interspersed with frothy white horses as the wind works it’s menace. Yesterday it was as smooth as glass, almost blindingly bright when the sun popped up behind it. And on Tuesday, just before another storm, it was so dark and angry that it looked almost black, and remained that way for 3 days straight. It’s changing colours and patterns has left me curious to know more about it. For those who share my curiosity, this article explains the colour and changes far better than I could.

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Summer Ready

Wednesday, 5 November 2014

I'm losing the battle to have a perfect summer haven on our balcony. For whatever reason, our little suburb of Sydney has bore the brunt of the spring storms. Plant pots are repeatedly smashed, soil then turns to mud and everything is covered in a fine layer of building dust from the development next door - oh and should I mention the colony of moths that have taken up residence in every nook and cranny and scare the bejeezus out of me when I water the plants. But I continue to persevere - every Saturday I plump the outside cushions, sweep the dust and try (in vain) to rescue the plants I continue to viciously murder with my black thumbs. In a perfect world, it would look a little something like this...