Happy Birthday Mum, you definitely deserve a day (or an entire year) to celebrate your pure loveliness. We love you x
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Let us Have Cake
It was my mum’s birthday on the 15th, which is always lovely, for us to celebrate our birthdays so close. To bring in another year, she celebrated with a lunch out, flowers, presents and a fabulous coconut and raspberry cake, with her nearest and dearest.
Happy Birthday Mum, you definitely deserve a day (or an entire year) to celebrate your pure loveliness. We love you x
Happy Birthday Mum, you definitely deserve a day (or an entire year) to celebrate your pure loveliness. We love you x
Tea for Me
‘Twas my Birthday on Sunday, and what a lovely day it was. I had an early morning brunch, sitting around with my family, enjoying a pot of tea or two, some scones with jam and cream, salmon with shallots and cream cheese, freshly squeezed lemonade, banana loaf and a rainbow cake, yum, yum! I was very spoilt. Jake bought me the fabulous bumble bee necklace, which completely surprised and delighted.
And I was very pleasantly excited when mum and dad gave me a Samantha Robinson tea pot which I’ve been lusting after for years. My first post nearly two years ago was about miss Robinson herself, and her beautiful handmade creations that she had been working on, and I must say, I can’t wait to enjoy a drop out of this fine pot, with the cups that I’ve been collecting, with much aid from my sister Sophie who purchased two for my birthday.
I also unwrapped a beautiful French clock from my other sister, another fabulous teapot from Jake’s mum and dad and my favourite present yet – a handmade jewellery box out of paddle pop sticks and a card with drawings of the Australia Zoo from my nephew Oskar, it’s just dandy.
I had a lovely day. Hip, Hip, Hooray!
And I was very pleasantly excited when mum and dad gave me a Samantha Robinson tea pot which I’ve been lusting after for years. My first post nearly two years ago was about miss Robinson herself, and her beautiful handmade creations that she had been working on, and I must say, I can’t wait to enjoy a drop out of this fine pot, with the cups that I’ve been collecting, with much aid from my sister Sophie who purchased two for my birthday.
I also unwrapped a beautiful French clock from my other sister, another fabulous teapot from Jake’s mum and dad and my favourite present yet – a handmade jewellery box out of paddle pop sticks and a card with drawings of the Australia Zoo from my nephew Oskar, it’s just dandy.
I had a lovely day. Hip, Hip, Hooray!
Friday, March 11, 2011
New York, New York
We arrived on the 16th January in the afternoon, and as soon as we walked into the landmark that was JFK, we exchanged our dollars and rolled on our cardigans. It was such a nice change to be adding layers, instead of sweating them. Popcorn and I headed outside into the cold that was like a bucket of ice water being thrown onto us, but we couldn’t have cared less – We were in New York City.
The heater in our room sounded like a rustic farm tractor that needed a good oil up, and we pressed our mitts up against the cold window and stared down on Madison Square Garden from our quaint little room. Bright lights, big city.
We took a hefty bite out of The Big Apple on the first day, as we started off our morning at Starbucks, Bircher Muesli and mocha’s, names on cups and all. We then wandered around the neighbourhood, taking photos with pigeons, amazed by the snow and lining up to rush into Macy’s. We then headed over to Madison Square Garden for a pretzel, popcorn, jug of coke and a Knicks game.
It snowed that night, resting on branches and crunching underneath our steps.
The first few days were the coldest I’ve ever experienced. My new hobo gloves from Urban Outfitters kept my fingers warm, and my brogues soaked up the freezing sludge that was the sidewalk. We had many hearty breakfasts - stopping in at a traditional diner, where coffee mugs were topped up, and home fries were served on bagels. Touring the Museum of Natural History, the Metropolitan Museum, Times Square and Rockefeller Centre. We shopped til’ we dropped in H&M, Anthropologie and Urban Outfitters and wandered the blocks like true locals.
Our dinner at Tao restaurant was so schmick that you needed to take money to the toilet to tip. Feeling like we were extras in a Sex and the City episode, we pointed out spots in the restaurant that were filmed in the hit show as we sipped Peach Cosmopolitans, munched on dumplings, salmon and a giant fortune cookie that was heaven whipped with white chocolate mousse and glazed fruit – book me a plane ticket just to have another one.
We read The New Yorker and Vogue at night, while eating soft baked cookies from vending machines. We washed our clothes in the bath tub, got caught in revolving doors, rushed to the window each day to look for snow and bought umbrellas that popped in 5 seconds. New York was everything and more.
Our days were filled with street vendors, trips to Soho, wandering around Chelsea, The Meat Packing District and Greenwich Village, toting Big Brown Bag’s on our arms and waiting on the sidewalk for buses.
My favourite day was yet to come, as we woke up on day 6 to a perfect sunshine through our window. We had breakfast on 5th Avenue and sat at Pulitzer Fountain waiting to board our bus for the Sex and The City Tour. We travelled the streets and laughed with our guide, yelled out obscenities and browsed through sex stores as we made our way through the near 50 locations for the f-abulous show. Our favourite was Magnolia Bakery, where we ate several cupcakes iced mint green with sprinkles. We browsed in Mulberry and Marc Jacobs and sipped on Cosmo’s in Steve and Aiden’s bar.
We went to Bloomingdales, Saks and Bergdorf Goodman’s, before having a bite to eat and then it was a hop, skip and a jump to Broadway where we were taken a flight on broomsticks for Wicked! The Musical.
The days only got better with, Central Station, the Statue of Liberty, movies with cookie dough and the Empire State. We bought I heart NY shirts, (which I’m wearing as I type), Hershey bars, the New York Times and much more.
As we caught our last shuttle and said goodbye to JFK, on board our next flight I had only one thing to say -
New York, I love you.
The heater in our room sounded like a rustic farm tractor that needed a good oil up, and we pressed our mitts up against the cold window and stared down on Madison Square Garden from our quaint little room. Bright lights, big city.
We took a hefty bite out of The Big Apple on the first day, as we started off our morning at Starbucks, Bircher Muesli and mocha’s, names on cups and all. We then wandered around the neighbourhood, taking photos with pigeons, amazed by the snow and lining up to rush into Macy’s. We then headed over to Madison Square Garden for a pretzel, popcorn, jug of coke and a Knicks game.
It snowed that night, resting on branches and crunching underneath our steps.
The first few days were the coldest I’ve ever experienced. My new hobo gloves from Urban Outfitters kept my fingers warm, and my brogues soaked up the freezing sludge that was the sidewalk. We had many hearty breakfasts - stopping in at a traditional diner, where coffee mugs were topped up, and home fries were served on bagels. Touring the Museum of Natural History, the Metropolitan Museum, Times Square and Rockefeller Centre. We shopped til’ we dropped in H&M, Anthropologie and Urban Outfitters and wandered the blocks like true locals.
Our dinner at Tao restaurant was so schmick that you needed to take money to the toilet to tip. Feeling like we were extras in a Sex and the City episode, we pointed out spots in the restaurant that were filmed in the hit show as we sipped Peach Cosmopolitans, munched on dumplings, salmon and a giant fortune cookie that was heaven whipped with white chocolate mousse and glazed fruit – book me a plane ticket just to have another one.
We read The New Yorker and Vogue at night, while eating soft baked cookies from vending machines. We washed our clothes in the bath tub, got caught in revolving doors, rushed to the window each day to look for snow and bought umbrellas that popped in 5 seconds. New York was everything and more.
Our days were filled with street vendors, trips to Soho, wandering around Chelsea, The Meat Packing District and Greenwich Village, toting Big Brown Bag’s on our arms and waiting on the sidewalk for buses.
My favourite day was yet to come, as we woke up on day 6 to a perfect sunshine through our window. We had breakfast on 5th Avenue and sat at Pulitzer Fountain waiting to board our bus for the Sex and The City Tour. We travelled the streets and laughed with our guide, yelled out obscenities and browsed through sex stores as we made our way through the near 50 locations for the f-abulous show. Our favourite was Magnolia Bakery, where we ate several cupcakes iced mint green with sprinkles. We browsed in Mulberry and Marc Jacobs and sipped on Cosmo’s in Steve and Aiden’s bar.
We went to Bloomingdales, Saks and Bergdorf Goodman’s, before having a bite to eat and then it was a hop, skip and a jump to Broadway where we were taken a flight on broomsticks for Wicked! The Musical.
The days only got better with, Central Station, the Statue of Liberty, movies with cookie dough and the Empire State. We bought I heart NY shirts, (which I’m wearing as I type), Hershey bars, the New York Times and much more.
As we caught our last shuttle and said goodbye to JFK, on board our next flight I had only one thing to say -
New York, I love you.
Zip it, Bucko!
Since being home, I haven’t really had time to start up my sewing again, and I’ve really missed it, so I decided to bring out my brand new book from Miss Pip, and I made some zip purses for my not so nearest, but definitely my dearest.
The instructions were cinch, and I broke out my special Japanese fabrics which I bought in Townsville at the Craft Fair last year. I made babushkas, birds and sausage dog purses, packaged them up and sent them to my favourites.
Now they have a little place to put their coins, hair ties, stick on moustaches and lemons for tequila shots!
The instructions were cinch, and I broke out my special Japanese fabrics which I bought in Townsville at the Craft Fair last year. I made babushkas, birds and sausage dog purses, packaged them up and sent them to my favourites.
Now they have a little place to put their coins, hair ties, stick on moustaches and lemons for tequila shots!
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
The Delicious, Miss Dahl
I am writing this as I watch my new found addiction – The Delicious, Miss Dahl.
Sophie Dahl, the granddaughter of the Great, Roald Dahl, has recently started her new project of home cook on the kitchen channel. All of you know how completely in love I am with cooking shows – Nigella, River Cottage and now this, bad boy.
I’ve read Sophie’s cookbook and loved the rustic, comfort food, and the antique tea cups strewn across her benches as the meals are photographed, but I was even more surprised when I sat down to watch the show.
The camera pans around her home, to her delicate lace curtains, to her garden, and then back to her, scarf on, curled up on the lounge, converse trainers tucked underneath her. Miss Dahl, is the epitome of cool.
Cat Power plays in the background, and she eats her freshly cooked food, draping over the thick, rustic wooden benches, with old pots and pans hanging in her English Kitchen. The way, Miss Dahl talks, is softly and almost like a song – she sounds like Daisy from The Great Gatsby, strangely enough. I absolutely love her.
The episode I tuned into today was titled, “Melancholy”, and she demonstrated cooking all the foods to comfort the soul, with chicken soup, chocolate sauce and pies.
I love her fashion, her kitchen, her big owl like eyes and the big blinger of an engagement ring that catches my eye as the camera zooms in to her kneading dough. One would think I have a girl crush on, Miss Dahl, but I’ll tell you this much, one hour of watching, Miss Dahl cook has definitely banished any sign of melancholy in my life, and pushes me straight towards the kitchen, baking pot in one hand and her recipe book in the other.
Sophie Dahl, the granddaughter of the Great, Roald Dahl, has recently started her new project of home cook on the kitchen channel. All of you know how completely in love I am with cooking shows – Nigella, River Cottage and now this, bad boy.
I’ve read Sophie’s cookbook and loved the rustic, comfort food, and the antique tea cups strewn across her benches as the meals are photographed, but I was even more surprised when I sat down to watch the show.
The camera pans around her home, to her delicate lace curtains, to her garden, and then back to her, scarf on, curled up on the lounge, converse trainers tucked underneath her. Miss Dahl, is the epitome of cool.
Cat Power plays in the background, and she eats her freshly cooked food, draping over the thick, rustic wooden benches, with old pots and pans hanging in her English Kitchen. The way, Miss Dahl talks, is softly and almost like a song – she sounds like Daisy from The Great Gatsby, strangely enough. I absolutely love her.
The episode I tuned into today was titled, “Melancholy”, and she demonstrated cooking all the foods to comfort the soul, with chicken soup, chocolate sauce and pies.
I love her fashion, her kitchen, her big owl like eyes and the big blinger of an engagement ring that catches my eye as the camera zooms in to her kneading dough. One would think I have a girl crush on, Miss Dahl, but I’ll tell you this much, one hour of watching, Miss Dahl cook has definitely banished any sign of melancholy in my life, and pushes me straight towards the kitchen, baking pot in one hand and her recipe book in the other.
Monday, March 7, 2011
Patty Cake, Patty Cake
Yesterday, I had a lovely day. An early visit to my sister’s in the morning was spent drinking a fresh pot of Harrods English Breakfast Tea, which I bought in London, and then a 3 hour long coffee catch up with Bird took me into the afternoon.
The weather in town was lovely, while we were chatting away over iced coffee, the tin on the roof started to tinker, and we looked out through the vertical stretching windows to see it pelting down outside. Without an umbrella or anything to shield us, we casually walked to our cars, collecting every drop of rain, while sending my hair into a fabulous frizz.
While drying myself with the heater in the car, I went to visit Jake, who was held up in bed sick, so I came home with an hour or so to myself before my pool date with my sister and her three boys, Oskar, Archie & Henry. I decided to have a mini bake-off.
After our trip to New York, Popcorn and I had grown accustom to eating copious amounts of marvellous Magnolia Bakery cupcakes, so a craving for a sugary delight was heightened by all my tea drinking as of late. Out came the mixing bowl, and my brand new patty-cake papers, and voila – cupcakes for an afternoon at the pool.
The bake-off didn’t stop there! I made my favourite spinach pie for dinner and Jake and I sat around eating pie followed by cupcakes and watching Never Been Kissed – his choice of course, he does love a good ol’ fashioned chick flick.
The weather in town was lovely, while we were chatting away over iced coffee, the tin on the roof started to tinker, and we looked out through the vertical stretching windows to see it pelting down outside. Without an umbrella or anything to shield us, we casually walked to our cars, collecting every drop of rain, while sending my hair into a fabulous frizz.
While drying myself with the heater in the car, I went to visit Jake, who was held up in bed sick, so I came home with an hour or so to myself before my pool date with my sister and her three boys, Oskar, Archie & Henry. I decided to have a mini bake-off.
After our trip to New York, Popcorn and I had grown accustom to eating copious amounts of marvellous Magnolia Bakery cupcakes, so a craving for a sugary delight was heightened by all my tea drinking as of late. Out came the mixing bowl, and my brand new patty-cake papers, and voila – cupcakes for an afternoon at the pool.
The bake-off didn’t stop there! I made my favourite spinach pie for dinner and Jake and I sat around eating pie followed by cupcakes and watching Never Been Kissed – his choice of course, he does love a good ol’ fashioned chick flick.
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