Wishing you a….

Friday, 21 December 2012

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And so another week draws to an end. I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t exhausted – I’ve partied hard, ate too much and spent too much already but despite the craziness, I adore this time of year. And as I sit here with my twinkling lights, presents under the tree, my feet firmly up on the table and The Nutcracker playing in the background, I realise that this is the first time I have stopped to take it all in. I intend to do a bit more of this over the coming week so I am going to sign off now until the New Year. Thank you so much to those of you who continue to stop by my blog and read my ramblings. Stick around for next year because I have some wonderful things on the horizon and I would love to share them with you.

Have a wonderful Christmas all and a very happy New Year!

Let’s have a bite to eat in Sydney…

Thursday, 20 December 2012

My Pinterest board of beautiful shops and eateries is growing by the minute. And now that I have started pinning them, I can’t seem to stop! It’s been so long since I was wowed by a restaurant in person that I keep on daydreaming about selecting a few of my favourite beauties from my boards and jetting around the world to experience them in the flesh. How cool would that be? The Old Library Restaurant by Hecker Guthrie in Sydney would certainly be on my list.



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And there were llamas!

Wednesday, 19 December 2012

Just when we thought our glamping couldn’t get any better, our Sheppard’s hut was located amongst a field of llamas of course. Armed with a jar of “llama mix”, we went over to the fence to make friends with our South American amigos (after all, they had to deal with the smoke alarm going off every 5 minutes and our sailor cursing of the dreaded storm kettle). I’d heard that they spit but I was unprepared for the deluge of spitting and passing wind that ensued. No amount of reasoning in poor/broken Spanish seemed to help, so we retreated back to our little hut to roast marshmallows and drink more red wine. The llamas won that round but we’ll get the next.


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Remember that time we went glamping in winter?

Tuesday, 18 December 2012

And they said it could not be done. Yes, a few months ago, I made the foolish decision of going glamping in the middle of winter. I had this idea of the great outdoors, a fire, a little romance and a quiet place to clear my head. I wasn’t thinking about the cold, rain or vast quantities of mud. And so planning commenced but the day before we were meant to leave, the owner of the Sheppard's hut we booked called to say that temperatures expected to plummet to -4 degrees and we were unlikely to get hot water from the propane tank to bath. We despaired and debated about cancelling but ultimately decided to give the middle finger to the weather and go anyway. I am so glad we did. Nights were spent huddled inside enjoying a delicious home-cooked meal by candle and fire light while the rain and wind howled outside. Mornings were more chaotic - spent starting the fire before we froze to death, whilst simultaneously setting off the smoke alarm and upsetting the surrounding spitting llamas (yes, there were llamas). I soon proved what a townie I was by being tasked with getting hot water for much-needed coffee from the fisherman’s storm kettle (if you have used one of these then I salute you). I managed to create billowing smoke signals and that was about it. I certainly was a sight to behold – soot-smeared, eyes streaming and half dying from smoke inhalation but we finally got the stupid kettle lit (of course Jordan had to step in with firelighters which is technically cheating). A cup of coffee has never tasted better.

I’ll share some more pics with you tomorrow…


Just because….

Monday, 17 December 2012

I’m feeling a little out-of-sorts this week. I’m blaming it on the self-inflicted yet monstrous 2-day hangover I endured from the Christmas party festivities [thankfully I didn’t come home in a shopping trolley but I found an alarming amount of tube maps in my handbag on Saturday morning]. So I’m going to post a little of this and a little of that, anything that takes my fancy really. Today I want to post about the exquisite work of Copenhagen-based photographer Line Klein. I self-medicated with a duvet day whilst swooning over her incredible photos. I think the excerpt from her website sums up her work beautifully:

“Texture and light is her thing, and Lines signature aesthetics leave every client with a tangible, sensual take on Scandinavian cool”.


All images via Line Klein