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.
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.
Playing … with my new/ old vintage Polaroid camera. Yes the film is expensive but I love every $4 photo that comes out of that thing.
Eating … our bodyweight in cake flavours from Sherbet. It’s a tough job but someone has to make sure we don’t poison our wedding guests. And not a fondant icing cake tower in sight.
Pinning … my little heart out on Pinterest. Who knew it would be such a time sapping, distracting source of amazingness? A must for anyone planning a wedding, a baby, a hair cut, or just about any other kind of person.
Loving … long, messy bobs (post wedding, obviously); skirts that stop just below the knee (so flattering); my very Nordic looking new Swedish Hasbeens; and wintery weekend nights in with my love.