friday i'm in love

i love quiet, calm Fridays in the office. such a lovely way to end a frantic week.<br /><br />today i am furiously tip-tap-tip-tapping on my mac, alt-tabbing between a beautiful feature that I'm writing about a particulary fabulous blogger/stylist/artist/writer (shan't name names) and mulling between black and blue jeans at <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.urbanoutfitters.com">urbanoutfitters.com</a> (free shipping to all australian buyers on purchases over $100 until may 30), listening to the soulful tunes of laura marling, gossling, little joy and zooey deschanel and drinking piping hot cups of freshly brewed french earl grey tea from t2. bliss.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8sRwH94mNFziDFhZIVFFjqh9HFP7QPEAuIW7P96T4qNo3Xb3LmvpLeprFtnRBbwW3-5jp0DvJBLqPdFTiu8WXeCBKqQHrIozKDFnX2WlIKJUbAldZrutheDFAS6oXW1bkqNWu5rDfXTI/s1600/Picture+9.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470958689892227170" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8sRwH94mNFziDFhZIVFFjqh9HFP7QPEAuIW7P96T4qNo3Xb3LmvpLeprFtnRBbwW3-5jp0DvJBLqPdFTiu8WXeCBKqQHrIozKDFnX2WlIKJUbAldZrutheDFAS6oXW1bkqNWu5rDfXTI/s400/Picture+9.png" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" /></a><br />ness x

friday i'm in love

i love quiet, calm Fridays in the office. such a lovely way to end a frantic week. today i am furiously tip-tap-tip-tapping on my mac, alt-t...

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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

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on the book shelf

<div style="text-align: left;">how great is it when a bunch of tiny good things become the subliminal building blocks of a good day? this morning my coffee was perfect, the new Vogue landed on my desk just in time for lunch in the park, i finished some work i had been procrastinating over, and I downloaded the newest episode of The Office from iTunes. hurrah! <br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">right now i am reading.... Giselle Scanlon's newest book: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">The Goddess Experience </span>($39.99, Harper Collins)<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">.</span>It is the companion to her best-selling<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"> The Goddess Guide </span>(the decadent flocked cover was enough to draw any fashionista in). Like it's older (but none the wiser) sister, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">The Goddess Experience </span>is jam-packed full of Giselle's European adventures. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299285233321012146" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmiT3X-D-LE99cDg-gzWJtZrh2bw8RzTJSu9i-oACFVPtACTx8vqbvcYVrUeWM1CzH_h-JmpNpXSblgB4FrZDo8zAMDLbv2jF5tz5DREQcdYK1m1sy6DYZm2SbqFDElbXQ7PwjSoNrt7w/s400/gg.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The Irish-born fashion journalist shares with us her London shopping tips, the best place to buy melt-in-your-mouth macaroons in Paris, what inspires fashion queen Vivienne Westwood and tries to answer that interminable question: what makes us happy? Giselle is my modern-day Jane Austen and without doubt always manages to inspire me when I'm suffering from a case of the mean reds. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299285246180278322" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEC12f21INK97n5uvp-UDZHBxex1l49aHdxTQXqSgdEz-7uOX6rHoZd8VnPNKxDiY-4lKmX4CuS2IuuhqKHC2INMIOt0cGK9I-tuKf4_o4FW2NTZFdXqBOuH5kCAnifnbr_NOUaeVYeyQ/s400/Picture+12.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 212px;" /><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299285239292897602" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzzo9Z_TD_W7i25giij1ie5kSfJkX8v1_E64qqKgWPzr_nX0gQbYG2HbGmfDAOD-P0OU08NTbIOas__193uLoETvzVhDU3FF_vckFeb0JfKElXVUbIO0nGOw8AGA7D970jlqjLi6gbRdc/s400/Picture+14.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" /><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299285240818308850" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK0dCFMjg1yE85TbwYWu9thlpZnpvol5Zn7WrjbPeSS3D0g6wD3VoQGm2C1MH5aBUxF4Aylx7rNK_I0krvzi9Lo5L06fp1eXTiV8rS28IXvdead4-ySw9-PYnrDuaxUABOj35qdw7VrTw/s400/Picture+15.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" /><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299285238510415090" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1uo0Bm5Nw5TarZhxwI0nQm01kDNspMrhvKYnqJxm1otHsOEC9NL-qyq94NK7sxSYngNjHBT6gM-mfpWZSXjTWsdZlibUoIr3yXPbMVqnG9kADYJw0DkIKB94indQGq5ENs3UDvyg-Zrg/s400/Picture+16.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It's a must-read! Have a fabulous friday everyone - eat some cake, drink some beer and wear a pretty frock (at least that's what I'll be doing...)<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">ness x</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div> </div><div> </div>

on the book shelf

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the hills are alive with the sound of sirens

outside, the wind is on a rampage. Tree branches fall clumsily from trunks, the water from the Kings Cross fountain sprays magnificently over passing pedestrians and filthy plastic bags swirl spectacularly out-of-tune. It's like there is something ominous in the air; people furiously scurry by, blotting their watery eyes with old tissues, and the near sound of overlapping sirens bleats loud and furious. I walked home from the movies tonight; i now sport tangly hair and dust has settled on my eyelashes and in the crooks of my ears. I also fear that i may have inhaled a tree-worth of pollen in the process -- but i don't mind; somehow the wind makes things more exciting, more alive. the world <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">does</span> have a pulse!<div><br /></div><div>With the weather wild, i thought i'd go and see <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">The Duchess, </span>do some book shopping and lose myself in the day's papers over a long black. The movie was really lovely; nothing world-altering but certainly entertaining and definitely an eye-opener to how women (and the less-fortunate) were treated back in the 18th century. I also agree with all of the recent reviews that this is probably Keira Knightley's best performance to date. For the first time -- since <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Bend it like Beckham </span>anyway -- i forgot that it was Keira i was seeing on screen, and really got involved with her character. She still had a lot of her throaty mannerisms but on the whole, she was very good. Definitely improving.</div><div><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4p2UtgtJuDk&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4p2UtgtJuDk&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>There are so many good films out at the moment; I'm also dying to see <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X0Xql3fDM44">Brideshead Revisited</a>, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vTjbBP9YjgM">Towelhead</a> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="">and</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pmVNHnGh4bE">Bitter & Twisted</a></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">. </span>Just not enough free time (or money!) Yes, i think I would like a public holiday once a month, please. </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>My book shopping was successful too, there's just so many that i want to read right now. I bought <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">America America </span>by Ethan Canin, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">The Zookeeper's War </span>by Steven Conte (partly cos i'm reading it for a book club, and partly cos i was intrigued after it picked up the 2008 Prime Minister's Literary Award) and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Krueger's Men: The Secret Nazi Counterfeit Plot </span>(the recent movie <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">The Counterfeiters </span>was based on this; i missed out on seeing it at the movies, but the book looks just as good). </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>It's funny that i qualm at spending $60+ on a shirt or a pair of shoes but have no hesitation at spending that kind of money on books. Maybe because books don't remind you that you hate your thighs, or that your feet are ugly and oddly shaped. Instead, they talk to you and educate you, make you laugh and cry and think and dream. They take you to worlds you can only dream of going to, or places in time that are now obsolete. </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Before i head off to indulge in some new words, nibble on some pita bread+humous and watch Denton; i want to share with you a website that i came across a couple of days ago: <a href="http://www.beforeidieiwantto.org/">www.beforeidieiwantto.org</a>. It's a polaroid project started in 2008 by two girls from the US. They ask strangers what their goal before they die is, take their photo and get their contact details. The site is updated weekly with new polaroids. Then, as the years pass, the girls will contact their subjects to see how their goal is progressing. It's completely fascinating, and not as morbid as i thought it would be -- i really urge you to check it out.</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Before i die i want to</span> write a novel. How about everyone else?</div><div><br /></div><div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253967538250721490" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwe8II2LhePJoeFUH_VpN5mG27cuUnnq-UaJoaRjAHMNqACRb0vlLnC9srpcF8iONE5-VZsPDUvCfHdUCY4644DmMhc2LDuNXlAWuYRfnlpaCoPJ6M07DDwyJbW5T5c_ZSkMrrdcvKK_Y/s400/die2.png" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /></div><div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253967538699955954" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUrwbl2s0ID0Nn5T8Tk4p-o9fks7r53y_eavZq1MMYGgvpAJ6jbVehpjgyn4PZRgCUZS3zojcgDXWs2I9pWagoSFqJeJ-ZJFayFjJdymZle1NgdN04Zpd8P6c5XCOB1H50dD4WgkLasG4/s400/die1.png" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>ness x</div>

the hills are alive with the sound of sirens

outside, the wind is on a rampage. Tree branches fall clumsily from trunks, the water from the Kings Cross fountain sprays magnificently ove...

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pears and honey

hello lovelies. just a short post tonight I'm afraid. didn't leave work till 7, had to rush like a crazy loony to yoga, and just spent the last hour chatting to one of my best friends who is currently stuck in canberra working for a crazy children's theatre show. fun times...<div><br /><div> </div><div>it's too late for a proper meal so i've been nibbling on a crisp green pear and honey on rye bread. delish! sometimes it's the simplest foods that are the most satisfying. i work longish hours so don't really get the chance to cook on weeknights, especially in winter. most often i end up with a tuna and spinach salad or winter soup or (my fave) a cheese and tomato toastie. </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>on weekends i love to get a bit more creative, cook up a gourmet breaky or slow cook some atlantic salmon and vine-ripened tomatoes. when i get stuck for inspiration and my recipe books just aren't helping, i love perusing food blogs. there are very few writers who can describe food in a beautiful and descriptive way, without using the same adjectives over and over again. when reading food writing you should be able to taste each individual flavour on the tip of your tongue, smell the richness of the food waft under your nose and understand the different textures and layers.</div><div><br /></div><div>so if you've got a fridge full of fresh produce this weekend but need a little boost of inspiration or just want to try something a little bit different, give these blogs a try...</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241407966525211090" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4h9hzKcsw1cqjAkwvVT2Y26w1VoV8G1LWTkHya3VGBmVVHxVz8V9ux4f-0lzk7Q1FkClIj-j2DVYfJSR9VD3xZue8PUb8fBA0m3vWILMArnj394e9mPGw3RnKpu_w0OeskQAuLQlWi3E/s320/food1.png" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://ilovemilkandcookies.blogspot.com/">milk and cookies</a> </span></div><div>jenjen is a sydney gal who loves snapping up a tasty bargain at the produce markets on the weekend. brilliant photographer - if nothing else check this out for the photos. she's currently living it up in london-town and keeping very detailed notes of all she eats. tres` jealous...</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241413105335424194" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH5JR1eJBGenSx7Kg68NCDtRP5-Ndzhbu1h1ybpeZDfFfaoMNOr7uMriadLdvU7cYENeVwsNuOJyyBaKWovPjuaXDJv1PFh2rMYvJWVLPwTzYQWtDFaba-OsiBpqXYJFyrKQu3NgRpblQ/s320/Picture+3.png" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://thestonesoup.com/">stone soup</a></span></div><div>i love LOVE this girl. she writes so naturally, whether its about beetroot curry or vegemite on turkish toast. her cooking adventures with her housemates are hilarious to read too. if you're curious about how the name stone soup came about -- it's actually from one of my favourite fables, which you can read <a href="http://www.kousi.gr.jp/kousi/syoukai/hp-siryou/stone-soup.html">here</a></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241419196529559554" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2rjoYCuI5XQnLsNAu0u2oANQa8Xob8fMmMTksgssjXkqTZV6gcCazswzm-eR_yFkgZOwU-Ldte4L_hIh2CHskcFyPJzFHDRrmwniEPm9aga06Nmq805TwREyYOETpxtYurahyBEy_qnU/s320/Picture+4.png" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><a href="http://roboppy.net/food/">the girl who ate everything</a></span><br /></div><div>believe me, she has! this global foodie has a goal to go everywhere and sample every kind of cuisine. from southern US-style fried chicken to tom yum soup in korea to handmade gelato in nepal, prepare to get veeery envious... and hungry!</div><div><br /></div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241419198281868482" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgERbZM9NzDtOAjndvnY7IBcH1lV7EhLi9TkEV5A0F3xA9CjGlkKkntcdqw8QFGGVBhzlDkLA_NpXxB3hyphenhyphen-FdaNexE6hiPMWPt3ydQ6ZhMfd8CI1z_i5RDU1CL_f0upn8JEyqZ140tnXfQ/s320/Picture+6.png" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><a href="http://grabyourfork.blogspot.com/">grab your fork</a></span><br /></div><div>and your spoon, rolling pin and an apron. this blogger is a true blue aussie foodie. she shops with the best of them at the pyrmont fresh growers market, finds herself at an all-you-can-eat Brazilian Churrasco Banquet and gives honest and sharp reviews of local eateries. the photos are fab too.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">happy eating! ness x</span></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><div> </div><div> </div></div></div>

pears and honey

hello lovelies. just a short post tonight I'm afraid. didn't leave work till 7, had to rush like a crazy loony to yoga, and just spe...

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moody hues

even when i was a wee ness i had a mood board. 'cept back then i called it a pin-up board, and it had more cutouts of obscure ballerinas than anything else. i love to have a beautiful, ever-changing mood board to look at wherever it is that I'm working; not only does it inspire me but every photo, clipping, card and ticket stub has it's own unique story to tell.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFXidaaRHMfdMYsMz6l51Bl_k9RGAocaj7TTWRwpjJY8qH_evqW4SCOeTD_PXvy1V6EQxECi3KfxjVL3fITs7Z8FHkjBJ0x4pzUCSINEgDz0FxZzGLm7twuttkAlS7dAzV_Z8Al-Qo6RQ/s1600-h/DSCF0738.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241029663286096258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFXidaaRHMfdMYsMz6l51Bl_k9RGAocaj7TTWRwpjJY8qH_evqW4SCOeTD_PXvy1V6EQxECi3KfxjVL3fITs7Z8FHkjBJ0x4pzUCSINEgDz0FxZzGLm7twuttkAlS7dAzV_Z8Al-Qo6RQ/s320/DSCF0738.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" />     </a><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241029664625383266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQdKDgGMO_zC4V7j8yXiUOG2kYeplbEpQpvdq6HCqTBPH19XZw3uqVwBUu22fAbRnQQvf8AU9nL37ZEhJ2EWOehrQjARtipqQbzImUW7PjEBjKixwkEZsRhrtlzM-0tKf9bYXCKQZVwg4/s320/DSCF0742.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ9VZ0lmL6Oh7ADj342zSCRiNII8GBpbxXJrgXsE1vc_QeqMNSFW187j76on6xHj-Zi99XEWXUXLZ_Ep4GZx7EOtZIXmtlO8XF2g3qR12kUXvvZ8IByfxLSjUDgxKJGrtv31DKQHQvG5M/s1600-h/DSCF0747.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241028515900565650" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ9VZ0lmL6Oh7ADj342zSCRiNII8GBpbxXJrgXsE1vc_QeqMNSFW187j76on6xHj-Zi99XEWXUXLZ_Ep4GZx7EOtZIXmtlO8XF2g3qR12kUXvvZ8IByfxLSjUDgxKJGrtv31DKQHQvG5M/s320/DSCF0747.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" />     </a><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241028519559385330" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPYpzzBaEGJENAS4el1YHhusABgxkMKxQxZyhcm9nXG_qdSAXhaXjq47m3k8BvIGQoqoHI8Yb83dI-0GHiBN2lJmGjwPU2asCbu78XlYYrhrHTiFsIIDfO2PS9Wu-81jMvKRS8p3Ot7NE/s320/DSCF0754.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" /><div><br /><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGq4iAJpHCp08V4p7pIZzAQ0sdsYqH2r7mmwiLp9hWZeVGyBg0YTcyL-a5mYhpagp0SDPPhLSC7tLphdFm1YPUeEjB1EAP13POf1ZxkMU7g7wSg6134T9Xpj8DObdZBiHruoKOEvWiRAQ/s1600-h/mood1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241020728162901314" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGq4iAJpHCp08V4p7pIZzAQ0sdsYqH2r7mmwiLp9hWZeVGyBg0YTcyL-a5mYhpagp0SDPPhLSC7tLphdFm1YPUeEjB1EAP13POf1ZxkMU7g7wSg6134T9Xpj8DObdZBiHruoKOEvWiRAQ/s400/mood1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><div>i'm currently sitting in my apartment, nibbling on my favourite lindt 70% dark chocolate and watching the most delightful Bill Bailey on <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">enough rope. </span>such is my love of bill that an old housemate of mine once gave me a tiny handmade badge with bill's lovely face plastered all over it in technicolour. god knows where he got it from. i'm sorry to say that bill went through the wash one day and appeared looking decidely blurry around the edges. i then hid him a shoe box. sorry bill :(<br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div></div><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W9o701S_xFA&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W9o701S_xFA&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /></div>

moody hues

even when i was a wee ness i had a mood board. 'cept back then i called it a pin-up board, and it had more cutouts of obscure ballerinas...

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