we meet again

well, look at this. I'm back...<br /><br />It's been such an awfully long time and I've missed you all, so much. No, really, I have! There's a little ache in my heart every time i greedily read a beautiful blog and i wistfully think of this, sitting here, waiting ever so patiently.<br /><br />I'm not sure how often I'll be posting but... I really want this to work out so: new rules. I spend my days writing and find it oh so hard to think of anything more substantial than 'please pass the milk' at the end of a long day. so not as much writing this time peeps. the other thing that i spend my days doing is reading... blogs, zines, magazines and supplements and newspapers from all over the world. hopefully i can condense some of my favourite links and stories here for you. and, of course, lots of beautiful photographs for you to feast your beady little eyes on. so, shall we get started?<br /><br /><br />i want to EAT this <a href="http://www.yatzer.com/2143_eating_design__panpaati_by_enoc_armengol">chair</a>.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiid7JgBm8DAcWnxV0s_6PgbQtAmm5wWX0epVLS1WBFNUh2rocPtylS8VWKGZ-UvquA1ZkgP75-1umXvLAyJ-KbVFlccmB1iGSsNaSaFoFxbh9YCnM9JmBI1xt5SmoeMr9t1s6QYeQWIN4/s1600/chairbread2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457380742900724018" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiid7JgBm8DAcWnxV0s_6PgbQtAmm5wWX0epVLS1WBFNUh2rocPtylS8VWKGZ-UvquA1ZkgP75-1umXvLAyJ-KbVFlccmB1iGSsNaSaFoFxbh9YCnM9JmBI1xt5SmoeMr9t1s6QYeQWIN4/s400/chairbread2.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" /></a><br />It's made out of bread, how genius is that? though i can't imagine being able to sit still for very long without turning around and sneakily nibbling the seat frame. i'll have extra virgin olive oil and lashing of balsamic vinegar with mine, please...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKqORUsbWY3aKHzm35lOyujK3Rl8qoHuhyphenhyphenUCPB05mqRkMT7IZCcWlKSR7BojdpZYjV46rouMO648CdpaEBZh3e-o5-JDUodRyVEx_iNP01kodvYjGisS4-NDPiYr9_UJenbgvcpP6cdSk/s1600/chairbread1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457380734480036914" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKqORUsbWY3aKHzm35lOyujK3Rl8qoHuhyphenhyphenUCPB05mqRkMT7IZCcWlKSR7BojdpZYjV46rouMO648CdpaEBZh3e-o5-JDUodRyVEx_iNP01kodvYjGisS4-NDPiYr9_UJenbgvcpP6cdSk/s400/chairbread1.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" /></a><br /><br />Lovely <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/annafraser">Anna Fraser</a> is a sydney-based illustrator who i've recently discovered. i have a slightly unhealthy obsession with cards (what, it's not normal to hoard hundreds of still-wrapped-never-written-in cards in shoeboxes under the bed?) and laura's hand-painted watercolours depicting the absurdities (and funny little truths) of life hit the spot for me. from $10/each, etsy.com/annafraser<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-XPiJbwf5fk6zbCWiOkdEuWD0sddgQFLRrAuSECW3GY6BJ7_POvRxpLo0WPQtc1liGn-3xSmepeK2lSW1edCeP-lInKc4WnfwLzaf58g0-zmrofFo4PidDsmfHJJeBS6vNz-tpU1HAaA/s1600/il_430xN.127444868.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457382868160300962" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-XPiJbwf5fk6zbCWiOkdEuWD0sddgQFLRrAuSECW3GY6BJ7_POvRxpLo0WPQtc1liGn-3xSmepeK2lSW1edCeP-lInKc4WnfwLzaf58g0-zmrofFo4PidDsmfHJJeBS6vNz-tpU1HAaA/s400/il_430xN.127444868.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 400px;" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVa2p5EFaBb9SHEk5ZmFFC0_OqAZQuohpliQA9vFX6DRD-TZuWY6T5h0S6SICh27eKDV7z4XJkZ9OQmmDNaFACNMcoH_wPHG5y6yuoNteqKdilAKEgqLaPWRwLTP835WYOnVTeEsImGpY/s1600/il_430xN.127446511.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457382863905879730" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVa2p5EFaBb9SHEk5ZmFFC0_OqAZQuohpliQA9vFX6DRD-TZuWY6T5h0S6SICh27eKDV7z4XJkZ9OQmmDNaFACNMcoH_wPHG5y6yuoNteqKdilAKEgqLaPWRwLTP835WYOnVTeEsImGpY/s400/il_430xN.127446511.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 400px;" /></a><br /><br />two blogs that just fill me with heart-soaring joy are <a href="http://bloesem.blogs.com/">bloesem</a> and <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.style-files.com">style-files</a>. i have them to blame for wanting to rip out my entire courtyard (oops, can't. live in a sharehouse) and <a href="http://bloesem.blogs.com/bloesem/2010/03/going-green.html">plant the prettiest god damn herb garden you've ever seen. </a><br /><br />and it's no secret at the mag where i work that i ardently adore and fervently favour the color blue. cornflower blue, i DO love you! and oh! azure and periwinkle and sapphire and teal and tiffany blue. even the names make me feel giddy with happiness. Isn't this <a href="http://bloesem.blogs.com/bloesem/2010/02/kaystemmer.html">hue</a> just divine? I could stare at it for hours. If anyone knows the shade i would be eternally grateful...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4oW4jWJokPQ-AAuYyMr4EL6JTkkLRoYTpUau3oYIu6oET_GF9ju5lC_TkPCrE_lVJ5FezHZtInc9q3Q5iU0l35m_sTC8gywVa8jXyh_g4SQS2MwTt-zMHGjHr1rbV728ddwKBhaBQpSk/s1600/blueBLUE.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457386695175936386" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4oW4jWJokPQ-AAuYyMr4EL6JTkkLRoYTpUau3oYIu6oET_GF9ju5lC_TkPCrE_lVJ5FezHZtInc9q3Q5iU0l35m_sTC8gywVa8jXyh_g4SQS2MwTt-zMHGjHr1rbV728ddwKBhaBQpSk/s400/blueBLUE.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 358px;" /></a><br />and this dreamy wall of crockery stacked high is from a <a href="http://style-files.com/2010/02/09/a-lovely-guest-house-near-brussels/">Belgium house that was posted</a> at <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.style-files.com">style-files</a>. i pine, i perish! my crockery collection is burgeoing but no where near as impressive as this (in fact, i do believe my rather modest collection of floral plates and mismatched teacups would fit into just one of those cubby holes. sigh)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDUOQQRbFOXcOjwHiBjrtmpGcSklBulN_0OiLbM4Cjd7_4VykS4gbjxVQU8jaWIGacBvXLewG_2IRHlOYh52wuvrpOnUXrCfo-L6pm7n8APVbtni1bfFti3Er-j8vEVOJZijsJsPyZiMI/s1600/kitchenlove.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457387771986119650" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDUOQQRbFOXcOjwHiBjrtmpGcSklBulN_0OiLbM4Cjd7_4VykS4gbjxVQU8jaWIGacBvXLewG_2IRHlOYh52wuvrpOnUXrCfo-L6pm7n8APVbtni1bfFti3Er-j8vEVOJZijsJsPyZiMI/s400/kitchenlove.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" /></a><br />one more find! i'm deliriously happy to announce that Lizzie Allen, reigning queen of the UK wallpaper scene, is finally able to purchase in australia. it's happy, happy day. only print so far - but lucky for us, its her iconic london telephone box design that makes me dizzy for the sights and smells of husty bustly london. from $850/print, visit <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.duckeggblue.com.au">quintessential duckeggBLUE</a> for deets.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-XtgeKqrNYkuPDIbWgSX64VICg61vNau9LTDyx8GDoT6psvv_QyyfSHPJyCYSpPsYqsyTJRW7vAKbT3Z03wm_rHVGMjlFsu552vslWm7eHzS8OJlt4H8GPtYwX-CegiXlQVRH9cZH8Qs/s1600/C+Lizzie+Allen+0172+-+Telephone+Box.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457389493514513650" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-XtgeKqrNYkuPDIbWgSX64VICg61vNau9LTDyx8GDoT6psvv_QyyfSHPJyCYSpPsYqsyTJRW7vAKbT3Z03wm_rHVGMjlFsu552vslWm7eHzS8OJlt4H8GPtYwX-CegiXlQVRH9cZH8Qs/s400/C+Lizzie+Allen+0172+-+Telephone+Box.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" /></a><br />(anyone got a spare, oh, $850 lying about? I'll take coins, i ain't picky)<br /><br />ness x

we meet again

well, look at this. I'm back... It's been such an awfully long time and I've missed you all, so much. No, really, I have! There...

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flight of fancy

<div><div>my heart is aflutter for the latest collection from one of my fave NY designers, Re Jin Lee. Her label <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://baileydoesntbark.com/">Bailey Doesn't Bark</a> </span>is whimsical, quaint and just a little bit frivolous - i want!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309544608798624658" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga6DkfsIvQBtANKkOvLPCmB59b0jvO10h1SWjcPgwojR6szEMy7sxJDbbmakpo5hVEV15oU8A1_Tjq8jfsZburXIBT1csHwnrvS9PoGn0XXg_7rSjDiBntTbAzburFPZbxPa4XZr_LPjI/s400/bailey4.jpg" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px; " /></div><div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309544594990001746" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAcHUXeLI98F9Q3IyxdJitz3kTqIfgSZzqBdkH9LsseJZ4bQCCMrqQ0jO8U3KhReTlNRkdJUqNcGVI9yJ1ildBqEjgIzuSd3EIIZm2Ox5Hkf8VqGhbOI9Fscw8eDBKX2ukefwWAHLb65I/s400/bailey1.jpg" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 400px; " /><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309544605264158194" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnNImBse9iImw8tUulHhcqUSeo7gjY-8TZaH5n16POIucxT-npGx3j5Mx_6rnnUpXgN7Js1mFPE0eHKwvEqhXpADyTWn8OxyxCecTCWX7Xh_6v3oGvDNl3G1IZ8Uc-KgPLYqg_1ocwd_A/s400/bailey2.jpg.jpg" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px; " /><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309544605854529410" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv4R85AVRTDuoCH7c6hgoubqFOrIYW5GXtsJqCDmTKhPx570g33rqE9R03Krp6qE2avT9_A5RsxScfPxmsiY5uL4LStgM6HLWkgzMjaG9uwUMgO-DBOxQ9mJCNJTEUnzD4MPsTB8IjSMo/s400/bailey3.jpg" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div>hmm... first sparrows, then owls, now flamingos... Will the bird trend ever end? My bet is on deers next...</div><div><br /></div><div>ness x</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>

flight of fancy

my heart is aflutter for the latest collection from one of my fave NY designers, Re Jin Lee. Her label Bailey Doesn't Bark is whimsical...

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a healthy dose of lust

<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">confession #7</span> i am obsessed - no, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">addicted</span> - to peeking inside other people's homes. It isn't the architecture that i'm interested in, or the design of the bathroom or the slant of the stairs; no, I'm much more nosey than that. It's the personal aspects that i lust over -- where the quirky artworks originated from, the intriguing mix of different colours, textures and prints, how the kitchen drawers have been organised, where that antique dresser was sourced, who does the flowers, what inspired the paint colours etc etc... <br /></div><div><br /><div> </div><div>One of my drugs of choice (it helps calm the nerves after a stressful day) is the US site <a href="http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/">Apartment Therapy</a>. i LOVE the <a href="http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/main/home-tours">house tours</a>; how genius that you can peek inside houses all over the world, even in your pj's while drinking tea and nibbling on cashew nuts? While drinking my morning coffee today, i did a bit of house-stalking and came across an absolute gem; artist Madeleine Stamer's cosy abode.</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Madeleine is the brainchild behind Australian label <a href="http://www.littlecircusdesign.com/">Little Circus Design</a>. A Melbourne painter+illustrator, i love Madeleine's <a href="http://madeleinestamer.typepad.com/photos/limited_edition_prints/index.html">work</a> for its playfulness, whimsical longing and for the rich and varied depth of colours she employs. Her house is just as beautiful as her work...</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256630983610328530" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpj61VU_wJGPdC9i7Wkaqek9-Nt0bL7lbyOVn5rvEPhm3i3c1p3CCe-FPfbZ-eAJP_blW4EH89N66ZuRsaJJgLh0GqYX59kForIIhsQsBmSgBTyx53lo7F56xSzLVE_5bVkSAcbbpkCE0/s400/mad1.jpg" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256630988752336274" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBjupSlhbwvNcEbfMGM17asA0UEDRkBhCn5KC7kLLTBYR5_gPkXZXNeEmDqCHot1vc4xHDjUjzC4HzwvVPZ-4Vpc3QqK1kO-TaIqKcf3Fr69AUqDIL-ef0XM8ryLpFCeBzuRt1ZhyphenhyphenLUFU/s400/mad2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" /><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256630988365327154" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFIqR0Qz4ixdVUR_IaAwGP-d5CmNjcGxYVJ_lO-id3Ev0deNrCSB3vH2-UqvvlAQMoDYVr_xMOre-so6XwmAVFZ2agL-sF-bvuRfezRQAS1yduAGgnFxms0tk3wemUnIlQ7Rsgorl0CR0/s400/mad3.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" /></div><div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256630994502343106" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG10Msxc5vaAr-9gl1INv90QnVaZ7AwWhL5h50erjVeOLXGFj-C-9HHx-XRzRQ-0bhv3SXjiRQzJIVdR_SpWddo7GEsBTeK-4jfTRDHwjj16iEOjClzJmzZC9QhbNg0g3t_GM5bbRNcSQ/s400/mad4.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256633113226225058" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8W3mDuPfa2_94Khs37XMuTKAXG97unn7dSFxkpcRYO7pnSoVz42txVKcfudZ49zc49AbezVxLXpwTA7LbEgSbPJ7aPe_C3KK-sGNbCFgqt0jD-mP7GWjiJWi9KSloWxLdtGJ2r43c0As/s400/mad8.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" /><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256633107755946818" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlp2-GCJin8EDu1vsW9_t1BZDr9Ta-jz4Zdk_qrcc6N8Tt5-Tn-pcbkcN_qQ2CDpm4ghkF6HZzCPwcR-3qf6J61Vufs6yyQe0yGWXSVK1m7wg2tpAQMas_DnjAxTBG10UVSEK0TjZQUK8/s400/mad6.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" /><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256633109272001138" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAO_o3ldEatmAeaUpfvDTWgc39OjFyiLfyciv7dwHf_ZV61pGW9i6FmScTAhkLVXaWv7GNhc3sMqQ0cfBcMLODYobzeu3lxsxD5kDbpGf1fVo4YN4b8LvusLIAbPJ_qzSibeBmN8lVm4w/s400/mad7.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" /><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256630997622406930" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjashZTmOrf-uyMcM7DPa9poVnNkgdPSHB4HDA9AxKEowCH9PomCxctXsQ6lifdn2ZswqTMHnU6ozRd0PaAv06ryiOS1CUYaKAqi1kKNdmTOZBbG6hIhRYw6vGKUnYBApy2XYdGyizxX_0/s400/mad5.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" /></div><div><br /></div><div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256633115813933346" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8ZIpowwmU_YLK-a8bXyU0T9_sJ9aXx0Ga6efKcDfAeMuE0WZkiymilMT0ZFc_Bsjor335_lvAgidKgx0j_aOXckBmhkpJbQ5peq5BCk6lOayN72Q4WiorzTHYKezpvySDSZOLXdiSXwI/s400/mad9.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" /></div><div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256633115859824658" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL6MtNirNuVCnX482PzgjUtvKVKuA5DILFNRzVMMQA-Tc8-9nlF4FBa4WnNWmKQ7BhvBY2SyboQQ3mq5F9h4Bw3mxTcJF4e6WRw32ATL7Ev1Jm-T93XTqwHYh9r35I7mkPjpF1bNO0S7c/s400/mad10.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" /></div><div>I love that her house isn't stylised; it isn't cold or unattainable or stark. A family lives here without the fear of spills or wear and tear. The colours aren't perfectly matched; in fact there's a sweet vulnerability about the decor, while at the same time being gloriously simple and clean. Strong lines dominate the space, while all of Madeleine's artwork and travel mementos add a sense of familiarity and belonging. Plus, i am seriously lemming that kitchen table. Clean, cool wood, perfectly sized, simply cut... ahhhh. I'm happy, I've had my hit. Your turn!</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div>happy house-stalking...</div><div>ness x</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div></div>

a healthy dose of lust

confession #7 i am obsessed - no, addicted - to peeking inside other people's homes. It isn't the architecture that i'm intere...

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we are moving to a lighthouse you and i

<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">ten things i love about living in sydney...</span><br /></div></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></div><div><ol><li>saturday markets. from manly to paddington to fringe bar to glebe to surry hills there's always a bit of trash n treasure up for grabs<br /></li><li>weekend mornings in rushcutters bay. with the weekend papers, a long macchiato and a chocolate brownie, the sun hot on my back and spades of grass between my toes, i loll in the park, watching the water and the boats, the families having picnics and the jogging fitness freaks run by. </li><li>having the privilege to wake up every morning and spend my day doing a job that i love</li><li>all the fabulous bookshops. (especially the ones with cafes. coffee+books=heaven)</li><li>walking home from work over the harbour bridge. a bloody long 7km walk but so worth it to see the city all lit up in pretty fairy lights</li><li>fruit+veg shopping at paddy's markets in chinatown. you get elbowed and shoved but scoring cheap salmon and tangy tangellos makes it all better. the egg+chive dumplings from my favourite chinese restaurant are pretty freaking good too</li><li>working and living in the thick of it. the feeling of being a part of something big</li><li>getting where you want without relying on a car. want to eat icecream in bondi? simple. shop up a storm at ikea all the way out in homebush? easy. markets in glebe or furniture shopping in newtown? no problemo</li><li>living in potts point. restaurants and cafes and coffee bars and pubs on every corner. organic produce markets and quirky delicatessens down every street. supermarkets, video stores, chemists and gyms. yoga classes and bookshops. fountains and fairy lights. the glamour/tackiness of the cross just next door. and all within walking distance. LOVE!</li><li>living by myself. i feel so lucky to have the opportunity to experience this. i have never learnt so much about myself or experienced more highs. the peace, the solitude, the ability to do or listen or watch or wear (!) what i want. it is so nice to have a room of one's own</li></ol><div> </div><div>oh i love making lists, freak that i am. i wanted to post more tonight but i have some writing to do before work in the morning. here are the pics i promised before though... introducing the brilliant <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5204464">mister rob</a> (see previous post):</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240653907491622962" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnRUumSvvAQO9VOacdXiSCwInyqrYA5zK6OFMnwPvEPobw3v-_b_bJFzIkaTgxuMIukQu879LTFY_1oTbpWzlNZryMQxwUGqD4wal9Od_2GaDlDY5TSyFgsqdYGp3AZGbgOWNggjg24-0/s400/rob3.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240653908438124450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuaUIo1ltXjRwnsk_i1aRU7PtnBfzGHqYiQWuDfBZf2F0ELtrQpIAE_42IE10gFXN-ipGwRUN9EGJJ0-EwNmOeQLKr-jy6HTya0I_ePK78K23A3AYHsB4RaGHggz9_wlkKEJwbvzmRJD8/s400/rob2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" /><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240653907704828514" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKKu0CGX0XnP0SIDGzJh9KJxq3QNvsBo0WMgZULDAT5TQiJ3wMasdUCUqaDNK9UoIE6bQTKgaXLIEOQer2yTT2Dj3ZMrujELh2KRsSqCbf6T5b2tzDuEWQGAEnk14CaWJ-eRprYFPRUIo/s400/rob1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">sigh. aren't they just magical? if you head to his <a href="http://rob-ryan.blogspot.com/">blog</a>, you can check out more of his stuff. He's also been working with Random House to design book covers for a couple of authors, the most notable being Louis de Bernieres.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">just before i go, i believe there is enough time to worship in the genius of the one and only Josh Pyke. my beautiful friend <a href="http://sheetsandstitches.blogspot.com/">prue</a> alerted me to the fact that his new single <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">the lighthouse song</span> has just been released, and that his album is due to come out october 4. i've posted his videoclip just below and if you're wondering who did the incredible artwork in the clip, it's all by greedy hen, a lovely design duo who hail from sydney, and whose previous work can be seen in The Panics videoclip <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">don't fight it. </span>one half of the duo is my old housemate katherine, so please make sure you watch a couple of times to appreciate the beauty of her work.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">spread the love... </div><div style="text-align: left;">ness x</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GquroFVb_48&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GquroFVb_48&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>

we are moving to a lighthouse you and i

ten things i love about living in sydney... saturday markets. from manly to paddington to fringe bar to glebe to surry hills there's al...

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circus love

<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKpK_V4eErhh1LB1s7FGFdCFPuMn7gpmTKzC8ECzMdXPhH_vxH0jERdRoxDg-CHUmV1gGQGv70Kk4J1pbsXg9tdK7uyW0OE5uroEyvJExBUZXJ4fqNSGgXbATnz34nREe15-peaHIpy8Q/s1600-h/circus3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">confession #2</span> when i was little, i loved reading enid blyton books. why, i'm not too sure -- looking back at them makes me question my eight year old judgement a little. it was always the girls who had to clean and make the sandwiches while the boys got to go off and have adventures which seems totally unfair to me now. in my eight year old mind i think it was the idea of finding a tree in your backyard which had magical characters living in it with names like moon face and saucepan man. a tree which had revolving worlds at the top of it, like 'get-what-you-want' land, and 'topsy-turvy land'.<br /></div><div><br /><div>in one of her stories, a little boy is playing in his yard when the circus rides by. he stops them and asks his parents if he can join... they look at each other and say, why not? Let us just finish the dishes and put out the rubbish and we'll come too! So the boy waits on his front steps, chatting to the tightrope walker and the clowns while his parents finish their chores and lock the front door, then they all hop on the backs of elephants and go riding off in the sunset together. </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div>my inspiration for today's musing comes from the lovely <a href="http://madeleinestamer.typepad.com/">Madeleine Stamer</a>, a Melbourne artist who designs under the label <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">little circus design</span>. i love her prints for their deep intensity - she has an uncanny ability to express beautifully honest emotions through a simple drawing. it's how i image the circus to look if someone sat down and captured its soul.</div><div> </div><div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233986468883304674" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW6Wu0kgqJ0TLgyCUlN04Lb87haXru1-5TuE6RZ63PtLCiW-bagjqCc7-Vh_wgKsaZ_iJ6mnEni0ofC3UJD456NJLvItEyGbgRfOOv1cC4-wEtH4cHQiFuZAmaxPlGz9Y0xqPbXtok0Sg/s320/circus2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233986468122194162" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Idg3FVv5lmVN_LfDtjnUlOXqI7b-NYbBFMxGlEvqmCyoQShbLlApcegn4wdarj6xNnmfgxOJZ-IdwBGuvhkFOI3SDGxtVo7eR01CUYooIWNkBlPjjHK6b2H-Us6NDBj7k30YSLLxj20/s320/circus1.jpg" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img alt="I*heart*you" height="600" src="http://madeleinestamer.typepad.com/photos/limited_edition_prints/i_heart_you.jpg" width="469" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div></div>

circus love

confession #2 when i was little, i loved reading enid blyton books. why, i'm not too sure -- looking back at them makes me question my ...

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