Friday, August 22, 2014


Good Morning and Happy Friday! I'm up bright and early today as I've got a visitor in the shape of a wallpaper technician in our bedroom... The grassscloth wallpaper is finally being replaced! 
Anyhow, I've been meaning to show you this uber stylish Potts Point apartment for some time now. The sales listing describes it as "drawing colour and inspiration from iconic Chanel fashion... tailored to blend the aura of a Paris nightclub, the personality of a boutique and the luxury of a hotel". 
It's been sitting on the market for a couple of months with a price guide of over 3.2 million. If the owners left behind books and artworks, I think I'd start passing the hat! What do you think of it?

Have a great weekend!

Thursday, August 21, 2014


'Twas my 28th birthday yesterday. Before I tell you about that, I am going to tell you a little story. About ten years ago, I was having a conversation with a man who owned a cosmetic surgery office. For the record I wasn't in a cosmetic surgery office, it was at a golf tournament my dad was playing in. Now, I don't think he was actually a cosmetic surgeon, but he seemed to know enough because, essentially out of nowhere, he told me that by my late twenties I would start ageing and need a little bit of "work" around my eye area. Well, turns out he was right that I would get a bit creasy around the eye. My left eye, to be specific. I have a feeling it is actually this way because I tend to lie on my left side as I sleep, squishing my face against my hand. I have been doing this all my life but it's only now, at 28, that I have started to see the effects. As for the bit about "needing work", I'm going to ignore that because it's stupid. Anyway, what I am trying to say is that I think 28 is going to go down in history as the year I started visibly ageing. Shall we toast to that?

That was a champagne cocktail called The Henson. We celebrated at Hotel Centennial, a feast for both the palate and the eyes, last night. I'll tell you all about that in a moment, but first I'm going to show you the present I got for myself: a haircut!

I couldn't even tell you the last time I had my hair seen to, so you can imagine how disgusting it looked, given all the heat I apply to it. As you would expect, my hair now feels incredible and not a split end in sight! I have scheduled an appointment for next week because, for the first time in my life, I am going to DYE MY HAIR. This is a big deal for me. I'm not going to do anything crazy, just what the hairdresser described as "adding more warmth" to my tresses. Most of you probably know what I am talking about. So, here's my after shot:

James totally upstaged my present with his. I woke up in the morning to a card, telling me to search for a new book on the bookcase. Which is a good time to show you how it looks now that we have slathered it and the wall in blue-black. I think it suits the rug and with some new cushions and a bunch of flowers I'm calling that room DONE:

After I found the book (a Lonely Planet guide to NYC) I cottoned on to what was happening... So, if all goes to plan we will finally be seeing the sights of the Big Apple! James has actually been before but he was there to study so it didn't feel like much of a holiday for him. Poor kid. As if I hadn't already received more than I could possibly deserve, my husband had these sent to me:

Anyway, back to the fantastic time we spent at Hotel Centennial. The first thing that made me want to visit was the place's interior design. We've been going for walks most evenings and I commonly detour up Victoria Avenue so I can get a look through the window at that beautiful, perfect, inviting space. If you find me with my nose pressed against your window, I'm not looking at you! Swear! My pictures of the place are shockingly bad and don't do it justice so instead, I bring you pictures I stole from their website:

The menu is equally as spectacular as the restaurant's design and matches well with the residential-not-commercial vibe they're going for. 2009 Chef of the Year Justin North (of Becasse fame) brings us the menu, which is the most comforting and elegant "pub food" you can think of. I don't even consider the word "pub" when I think of this place. Like other local establishments attached to a iconic pub (Bistro Moncur; Four in Hand), this place is simply an excellent restaurant. 

I started with the most delicious, plump Tiger prawns and a salad featuring sorrel and pomelo:

James had the caramelised pork belly with miso eggplant and slow cooked octopus. You're going to want to try it:

The star of the evening, however, was the 5 hour slow cooked lamb shoulder. I'm still salivating about its tenderness and how incredible the fries tasted after I'd used them to mop up the juices! It was too much for the two of us, even after we had gone beyond fullness and piled more onto our plates. I think this dish would generously feed three, entrees and sides considered:

There were to be no desserts for us. We were far too full for that. Next time though, I am sure...

Tuesday, August 19, 2014


Presently I am obsessed with all things kelly green. I am speaking about the colour not a person, just to clarify. It's an American term to describe a sort of Irish-ey, brighter-than-emerald green and it looks incredible paired with navy blue, white or cream. We recently painted the wall in our front room a very dark - almost black - blue (post to come) and now I am on a mission to source beautiful green cushions and accessories to go with it. James will be breathing a sigh of relief knowing I am channelling this colour obsession into more easy-to-get-rid-of items like cushions, rather than bright green paint or wallpaper I had been contemplating for other rooms in our house. The men in my family who are all mad Celtic FC supporters (the team's colours are this exact shade of green and white) will probably use this blog post as permission to turn their homes into Celtic FC shrines now. Shudder. For more green love, see my pinterest board, but for now, let's admire this particular hue:

Friday, August 8, 2014

SNOW V 2.0

Usually a day or two away from home doesn't recharge me, but when I'm at the snow it does. Maybe because it's such a dramatic change of surroundings?  Fresh mountain air? I don't know, but we've been back two weeks now and I still feel like it was a few days ago that we returned home. And this will also be my excuse for how late this post is in coming.

We drove up on a Friday with two incredible Scotsmen. That's them sandwiched between my dad and James. Which celebrity do you think the one closest to James looks like?

Alex was also there, and put us all to shame with his incredible skills on the skis. We are still most comfortable on the green runs but he insisted on taking us down some blue trails the first day we got there. Way to terrify a person! I've got a theory that it's fear and lack of confidence that makes you ski poorly or fall over. It took me a little while to get my groove back after Alex pulled that little number on us. Here he is, looking sharp in all black:

And here's James and me in our matching ONESIES! Don't we make you sick?

Spare a thought for the people in the dining/bar area who saw it first hand. All five of us stationed ourselves there in the evenings as we drank a little and played my very favourite word game, Balderdash. I knew it was a fantastic game, but I had no idea the rest of the crew would take to it as enthusiastically as they did. Look at Nick throwing himself into it:

There were two very important things I took away from this recent trip to Perisher. One was that life is too short not to organise holidays with your family, especially if you're like me and live so far away from them. The other was that I haven't experienced a more peaceful moment than when I reached the very top of Mt. Back Perisher. It was the quietest place I've been and being so high up and surrounded by white, you can't help but think of the word 'heaven'.

Back to the real world: tonight we're off to the theatre to watch a play called The Effect. The blurb goes like this: Connie is a psychology student. Tristan is a charming drifter. Both have signed up to a clinical trial for a new antidepressant super-drug. Sealed off from the outside world, the attraction between Connie and Tristan turns into deeper feelings as their doses get stronger. They've been warned of side effects - can they trust their feelings, or is this just a chemical romance?

Interesting, no? I'll report back on instagram once I've seen it. Have a great weekend!