Happy Valentine’s weekend! Here at our little house we celebrated our first Valentine’s Day as a married couple in the best way – firstly, I received a lovely bouquet of rose and lily blooms at work, and then Mike picked me up after work and we shared burgers in the park (where I gifted husband with a frisbee), followed by a post dinner game of frisbee and a quiet night at home. Later in the weekend, we also went along to our second Fringe Festival performance, where we both had our first bubble tea experiences (it was yum!), and then saw our friend Fozzy sing amazing and fun (and sometimes sad) indie pop songs with his community choir. I also fit in some aunty/ niece time with my favourite little girls, a hair appointment, morning tea with Mike’s family and a Sunday screening of Wolf of Wall Street. I kind of hated it (and all of the failures to comply with subpoenas really got on my last lawyer nerve), but I also kind of think that was the point. I have tried to look past the debauchery and chauvinism and focus on the story telling and integrity of the film production, but I still just feel like I’ve spent three hours watching porn. Pretty sure I just need a nice period drama to set me straight again.
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.