It’s nearly the end of the week, and it could not have come any sooner for us here at this Little House. We’ve both had big, tiring weeks at work and various appointments and obligations out of work hours, but luckily we’re just in time for a long weekend and a trip down south with friends. I for one am looking forward to lazing by the pool, reading copious amounts of non-legal literature, eating fresh local produce and enjoying our friends’ company (with hopefully a few games of Trivial Pursuit and Euchre thrown in!).
Above are a few snaps of what life around these parts has been like over the past week or so: Sunday breakfast at our new local cafe, The Hardware Store; fresh pasta sheets that we turned into crab, prawn and ricotta ravioli; Mike using my grandmother’s pasta machine, on loan to help us decide whether to buy one of our own.
I’ll be back on the other side of this long-wished-for break. Bon weekend.
Working … like, a lot. March review month, I can’t wait until I have kicked you to the curb, along with your KPIs and silly deadline friends.
Looking … at our professional wedding photos over and over again, seeing new details and expressions each time I do. I don’t think enough time has passed for me to look at the images objectively, without remembering the surge of emotion that goes with them still. Michelle Kiddie, you were a beautiful, calm presence on the day, for which we will be always grateful.
Prettying … up our spare room (now finally cleared of wedding paraphernalia) with a dotty doona cover and some pom pom cushions from Castle. I would add pom poms (and dots for that matter) to everything right now if I could.
Eating … black cod miso and wagyu tacos at Nobu. One of my bridesmaids, Rebecca, very thoughtfully gifted us with a voucher for our wedding, which we decided to put toward a first month anniversary dinner. I didn’t love the decor but we both dug the food and the service was exceptional.
Browsing … a couple of lovely new blogs I have got my mitts on, Miss Moss and Amber Interiors. At least they are (generally) non-wedding-specific, which is progress for this nuptial-addled brain of mine. Anyone I (even vaguely) know to be getting wed in the next year is probably sick of my creepy fascination with all of their wedding stories. Must learn to compose myself.
Skipping forward in time from our wedding in late December, the following morning my husband (!) and I travelled to Victoria for our honeymoon. We flew into Melbourne on New Year’s Eve just in time for dinner (a degustation menu with matched wines) at Vue de Monde. Let me just say that this was one of the most memorable dining experiences of my life. Highlights of the evening included a single baby marron with a crunchy butter to hand-dip into, an enormous chocolate souffle with chocolate sauce poured over the top at our table, salted caramel shell chocolates and an amazing cheese course (pictured below), hand cut from the Vue de Monde cheese cart roaming the floor. We finished dinner at 11:30 pm, just in time for our waitress to escort us through the kitchen to the restaurant’s Lui Bar, where we rang in the new year while watching the fireworks over the Yarra and drinking old fashioneds. It was magic.
On the first day of 2014, Mike and I hired a car and drove out to Victoria’s Yarra Valley where a revamped old farm dairy house was waiting for us. Much to our excitement, the weather turned rainy and cold just in time for us to bunker down for our first evening in the country and light the fire in the dairy house.
We spent three lovely days in the Valley, during which we checked out local wineries, drank a lot of pinot noir and shiraz, ate very well (including at the Healesville Hotel and the Innocent Bystander cafe) and managed a day trip to the Mornington Peninsula. Doesn’t Mike look handsome with his wedding ring on (above).
Finally, to round out the trip, we checked back into our amazing Melbourne hotel, The Olsen, one of the city’s Art Series hotels, this one modelled around the work of Australian artist John Olsen. The weather was still crazily cold for summer (I refer to my jumper below), but we ventured out to Mamababa around the corner from our hotel where I ordered a crayfish pasta below that changed. my. life., did a little shopping and drank some delicious Melbourne coffee. As part of her wedding gift to us, Verity had orchestrated a romantic tour of Melbourne (complete with snack money and mini Nutellas to keep up our energies), which ended in us leaving a lock engraved with our names and wedding date somewhere in Melbourne (I’m not going to say where). I really hope Melbourne’s street cleaners take pity on our little lock and don’t take to it with bolt-cutters any time soon. We loved Verity’s idea and were so glad to be able to leave behind a little memento of our Victorian honeymoon.
So far, married life rocks.
Loving … anything Royal Baby George. Princess Kate, I liked you before, I kind of love you now.
Lemming … Jennifer Behr‘s beautiful Gatsby-esque hair accessories (above), made by hand in New York City.
Eating … cauliflower and roast vegetable salads for lunch and fresh loaves of rye bread at home from Small Print Bakery & Roastery (and trying not to notice any of the home made caramel slices, misshapen muffins and banana bread that gets casually placed right near the cash register. And sharing good Italian food with friends last night at La Lola.
Looking … forward to half of a weekend with Mike, before taking off for Sydney on Sunday morning (mainly for work, but I am also on the hunt for a pair of wedding shoes).
A while ago I blogged about my plan to revamp an old chest of drawers that we have, using Annie Sloan’s no-sand, no-prime paint (above). Well, the makeover is nearly complete and the drawers-in-progress are looking pretty lovely even if I say so myself. Am waiting on a family of knobs which I hope is currently making its way to me from Abodent to finish the look (after which I will post pictures and hopefully brag about my newfound skills right here).
Life has otherwise been busy as always around these parts. Below are some pictures taken last weekend: breakfast at Il Lido and an eerie coastal landscape near Cottesloe beach. It’s hard to believe that we have hit the ‘cold’ season and the sky still looks like this. I’ve been busting out the coats lately (because we leave the house before 6 am on weekdays, but mostly because I have a super low tolerance to the cold), but I feel that really it is a bit of overkill. I miss the chilly London winter that I experienced during my year living there (although I definitely don’t miss the London summer). But I suppose I can come to terms with a winter that looks like the pictures below.
I returned to work this morning following the weekend break one refreshed and diligent lady (boss was happy). Sometimes weekends are like that (most times weekends should be like that but sadly sometimes are not). Some highlights included:
- Flowers for the house from Mt Lawley (where I always buy flowers because there is just nowhere else that is better).
- Sunday breakfast at Cantina with my love. Mike’s breakfast was amazing and mine was sadly not. I am pretending the hard poached eggs didn’t happen to me so that Cantina can continue to be one of my favourite restaurants in the city.
- An afternoon with this little miss below. Lulu ordered a nutella crepe, raspberry macaron and strawberry milkshake for lunch (and got through not even half of each of those things).
I am enjoying my first Nespresso coffee of the weekend, made with love by our brand spanking new and beautiful machine (aka, newbestfriend). Here’s to a weekend of birthday celebrations (for friends), visiting family, and the last bit of autumn sunshine breaking through the clouds.
Above – view of Scarborough beach from West Coast Highway.
PS I have just come across Grill’d‘s online nutritional panels which show that in fact their burgers really aren’t that much of a heart attack on a plate (my favourite burger, the Tuscan Delight, contains 2460 kJ). This makes me retrospectively relieved, considering we had a little Grill’d date last night. Then there’s the chips …