A decidedly wintry post for someone who has donned open-toe sandals and short sleeves since about September last year. But I guess it’s time I start thinking about warmer footwear (considering I all but cleared out my wardrobe in a de-cluttering frenzy). I’m on the lookout for a decent pair of leather Chelsea boots to serve as one of my winter footwear staples. Here’s my inspiration…
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Would you believe me if I told you it’s been nearly a year and a half since we made the Great Move to Aus? Time has quite literally flown for me. Occasionally Jordan and I will recount the madness of the days leading up to the move and looking back on it, it feels like someone else’s life altogether. Do you have moments like that? Last night as I sat on the sofa and surveyed our much loved new apartment, it felt so very much like home. Warm, cozy, inviting (if I don’t say so myself) and filled with new bits and pieces that have new meanings and joy. And as much as I am striving for that minimalist touch, I can’t resist the urge to clutter and collect. I’m learning what can be displayed and what can be packed away for a rainy day. This eclectic California home encompasses everything I love about organised clutter – it served as a reminder that having lots of stuff, need not be a bad thing after all.
Source | Style Me Pretty
City living in Sydney is nowhere near as cramped as our lives in London but move a few kms out of the edges of the suburbs and everything grows in size. Houses begin to sprawl, roads begin to widen and the cars get mightier and meaner-looking. It feels more vast, more Australian. You begin to grasp how very big this country really is. Little sleepy villages dot the landscape, filled with preserved buildings, fascinating history and seriously laid back locals.
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Sydney has had a week of humid temperatures and persistent sunshine.The beach bag is packed and waits at the door and the fridge is always stocked with icy cold beer (note: this is not specific to summer). It’s still very much a summer affair round these parts. So there is still time for me to find, purchase and enjoy a summer kimono. My eye caught one on honeypielivingetc and I have to say, as far as summer kimonos go, it’s flawless.
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Our favourite breakfast weather lady is on a tour of Australia, starting in Tasmania. It’s the first time I have ever been excited the watch the weather first thing in the morning. A few weeks ago, the weather was broadcast from Pumphouse Point. I missed the story on account of being a total zombie before at least two cups of coffee, and well, in all honesty, I’m barely conscious until the big hand is on the 12 and the little hand is on the 10 (ok, I lie, on 11). But somebody else is a regular busy body in the morning and sent me the link to this place and we immediately agreed it was blog worthy. Located (quite literally) on Lake St Clair in Tasmania, the heritage listed Pumphouse Point is a truly special place to stay. See for yourself…
P.S – you can either stay over the lake or on the equally special shore house. Both are beautiful, both have spectacular views and both are kid-free zones. I have already started planning/saving.
Or you can stay in the Shorehouse
All images via Pumphouse Point
We are relentlessly restless. The traveller’s blessing and a curse. The more you travel, the hungrier you become to discover more. Sometimes I lie awake at night and think of all the undiscovered land right on my new doorstop and it takes all my might to will my brain to switch off and sleep, rather than making endless travel lists and plans. Although our day jobs fund our adventures, they also hold us back from leaving on whims and disappearing for weeks so we do what we can, and use every spare weekend to make short trips around New South Wales. A few weeks ago, we headed over the mountains to the west, to a small and unassuming little town called Mudgee. It was festeringly hot during the day (with incredible electrical storms at night), there were friendly people in cowboy hats with handlebar moustaches, there was wildlife aplenty (we even saw an echidna… but sadly no living wombats), we gorged on delicious breakfasts, wine and beer, we stayed in an old church, we discovered even smaller towns and marvelled at the sheer size of the parking spaces and roads. In short, we loved it. I’ll share some more of my photos, but these are my favourites.
Oh yes, and did I mention the stars? As city slickers for the past 10 years, we never pass up an opportunity to see the stars, even if that means traipsing out into a pitch black field (possibly filled with all manner of deadly creatures) in the middle of the night to try and capture them on camera.
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