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Sunday, 23 December 2012

Love

cute, dreams, elsa, family, friends, good things, hugo, love

Three of my favourite photos that Kate Berry took on her visit. I'm so in love with these photos. Kate is such a gifted photographer. I'm so thrilled Kate, you are so clever. Thank you so much. x

See more of Kate's gorgeousness here.

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Friday, 14 December 2012

Eating the problem

good things, love, markets, tasmania

Having worked in events on and off since 1994, you would think by now I'd have figured out how to avoid the sleepless nights and the relentless butterflies I feel.

But, no, I'm still a wreck, and lie awake at night tossing and turning as I worry about the minutia and the butterflies flutter stronger than ever. But I do feel incredibly excited at the same time, which makes any negative side effects seem a trifle.

Tomorrow sees the opening of MoMa. The second season of the Mona Market and by golly it's going to fab. Since October I've been working with an incredibly talented team to create a market that is like no other. Delicious food unique to MoMa, beautiful things created by talented people and naturally, cheerleaders. Tomorrow's market will have it all.

But the biggest highlight of all for me is this guy, coming to tell people about wild rabbits, which fits perfectly within the market's theme of "eat the problem." I am super excited about that.

The market kicks off at 11am and finished at 4pm. Rohan's demo will be at 12.15 and he'll be signing books too.

Oh and there are teepees, beautiful teepees, like the one pictured above. And tacos, real tacos, made by hand using masa harina. I'm excited about those too. And I'm hoping after a taco those butterflies settle right down. Or two.

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Thursday, 22 November 2012

Remembering Mae

love, mabel, pets, sad

It's almost a year since our hound went missing. I still miss that strawberry eating pup. Not her naughtiness, like stealing birthday cake, or chasing cars or taking up the entire sofa.

But I miss her soft ears. And holding her paw.
And I just miss her being here.

I hope Mabel is happy where ever she is.

17 comments love, mabel, pets, sad

Friday, 2 November 2012

Today I am...

big, dreams, huge, love, yikes

Totally unrelated photo

...picking up 20kg of lovingly handmade sausages from here
...buying 20 kilos of assorted pizza cheeses like mozzarella, feta and bocconcini
...collecting kilos of rocket, pumpkin, garlic and mushrooms
...tasting a potential menu for here
...drafting two blogposts in my head for this lady
...baking 20 gluten free star biscuits using this recipe
...setting up the outdoor pizza kitchen, painting blackboards and writing menus for this event
...cleaning the house and cottage in preparation of tonight's arrival of these two gorgeous folk
...crossing my fingers I can get all this done today!

What about you? What are you up to today?

17 comments big, dreams, huge, love, yikes

Tuesday, 15 May 2012

Crazy, crazy love

big, good things, love, magic, old school, tasmania, yikes

I did something silly today.

I knew I'd regret it. But I just couldn't resist. I could not stay away. Oh boy.

In the next village south from us an amazing group of properties has come on to the market. An old church subdivision. The church, the presbytery, the convent schoolhouse and some land are all being sold off for the first time ever. Today I had a look at the church, which is totally fabulous, peeked through the windows of the gorgeous convent school house. But it's the presbytery that has stolen my heart.

It's a building I've often admired. It stands tall, high on the hill, across the road from a riverside playground where I've spent many an hour gazing up at its grand but slightly dilapidated facade, whilst the children played on the swings. With its grand proportions, numerous rooms, gorgeous staircase and landings, it's a little bit Cloudstreet, a little bit Northanger Abbey.

It is cold, it's run down, boasts a basic kitchen and a shabby bathroom, yet it's the perfect house for our family to rattle around in. I can imagine the children running through the hallway, sitting on the landings and hiding in the huge spooky cupboard under stairs. We could spend summer evenings dining with friends on the wide verandahs overlooking the river.We could walk to the pub, the river and to the shops. We could say "more tea vicar?" Oh yes. I'm totally in crazy love. I don't think I will sleep tonight. As all three buildings are so close together, I think it's best to buy all three properties and live in the presbytery, run a business in the church and have friends come stay in the convent. You can come stay too if you like.

Of course, it's all total folly as we really don't want to move, nor do we have the money to do so. And the reality is, the place needs a tonne of work. And I reckon it would be bloody freezing too. It's just a dream. A crazy one. But my goodness it is a wonderful dream though.....

I took 143 photos of it today, here are a few, I edited as much as I could. If you want to buy it, the link is here. Tell my friend Ian I sent you. Please invite me over for if you do. For tea with the vicar.

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Wednesday, 9 May 2012

In the kitchen

cooking, good things, Kitchen, love, rayburn, woodstove

A few snaps of the kitchen, which received a jolly good scrubbing today. Because I am avoiding those several kilos of quinces that need preserving. We're slowly learning to use the Rayburn, our lovely English girl. It's taking a lot longer, to, well cook on it that we thought. Fires need to be stoked at around 2pm to get the oven hot enough to cook dinner. But we rarely get there, with the temperature languishing at around 150 degrees for hours and the children having last minute grilled cheese on toast, which still takes about 30 minutes using the Rayburn. Then finally tonight's dinner is ready at 10pm, so it becomes tomorrow's lunch.

When the oven does work, and is firing nicely, the results are amazing. Nothing dries out in the gentle cast iron heat. And anything slow cooked is marvellous.

It's comforting to hear the noise she makes as the water fills up and she gurgles and glugs, heating our hot water cylinder. You can hear how the fire's going too, by the crackle and ticking noise the oven makes. That noise in the background keeps me company when I'm home during the day. Lets me know what's going on and if she needs my attention. Just like a child, silence usually means trouble and the fire's gone out.

She's a little bit contrary, but extremely capable when she feels like it. And we love her dearly. We've yet to think of a name for her, I'm not entirely sure, maybe after my one of grandmothers, Hilda or Cecilia. What do you think? Do you have any suggestions that might suit this contrary English lady?