Sunday, July 29, 2012


I've long been preoccupied with the heart. I am emotional, sensitive, creative. I feel things deeply and, often, physically. In my heart. I'm sure many of you are the same.

When discussing my work, people often ask me to describe my standard clientele (I work in PR/marketing/business development/management) and I will often end up saying 'people with a great story and heart-filled art forms or products'. The heart follows me around.

Yesterday the MMs and I went adventuring to the beach, on Victoria's Southern Peninsula to listen to some classical guitar and have a couple of vinos.

We visited a heart-filled town. I saw hearts everywhere, my favourite being on the flywire of the window in the little general store.

Since that moment the heart has been my constant for the past few days - in street names, on doors and windows, in text and conversations. I know, I know, the reason I'm seeing them is because I've all of a sudden started looking for them but it doesn't dilute the magic.

I was also reminded of Pia, who has made an artform out of chasing wandering hearts, you can read more about her project here.

This morning Little One and I went to the most glorious 2-hour yoga session. It was the perfect way to finish the weekend, and the perfect way to start a Sunday. Mid-way through the session our gorgeous instructor, Kate, asked us to put a hand on our hearts. I couldn't hear or feel my heartbeat. It was slightly alarming. So I got to thinking about the heart and my personal adventure from the day before.

Kate finished the session with the most beautiful speech. I wish I could remember word-for-word but alas. What I can remember were her final words:

"Listen to your heart. It always knows the way."

Goodnight, sweethearts.

Saturday, July 7, 2012

Take This Waltz

Has anyone seen this yet?

I would very much like to. I like all of the actors and the music and the clothes and, you know, the vibe. Sigh.

I'm slightly perturbed by this line however: 'life has a gap in it, it just does. You don't go crazy trying to fill it.'

Does life have a gap in it?

If it does, does it really have to?

I keep thinking of that annoying London Tube woman repeating 'please mind the gap' every time one boards a train.

We do spend a lot of time striving and searching and seeking in life. Do we forget to just stop? And accept gaps and cracks and the like?

Thursday, July 5, 2012

Hipstamatic Travels.

Pics 1, 2, 3 - Paris, France
Pic 4 - LA bathroom
Pic 5 - Rabat, Morocco

I stumbled across a hidden folder on my computer, full of magical Hipstamatic shots of some past travels.

Time for a holiday me thinks.

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

The Shins.

Three weeks.

Actually, less than three weeks.

In less than three weeks I'll be singing along to James Mercer's blissful songs. Oh yeah baby.

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Vintage Paris Dreaming.

I think I need to go back to Paris.

I have been dreaming of that magical minx. She with her creamy cheese and cobbled streets and vintage gramophone soundtracks.

She has been on my mind. And on my TV. And when I received a (spam) email from a friend currently living in Paris when I was halfway through this post I took it as a sign.

She needs me.

(Parisians, 1963, shot by Alfred Eisenstaedt)

Sunday, July 1, 2012

Chelsea's Carnival.

When the overexcited birthday girl kept yelling 'I WANT TO GO TO THE MIRRORS!!!' the anticipation was a little one-sided.

But when we walked through the Luna Park jaws and saw the lights, mirrors and (you know me) those skies every grown woman quickly turned into a screaming, giggling girl. 

Somehow nine years have passed and the birthday celebration wave is on again, only this time it's the number 30 stealing the show.

And Chelsea always knows how to take something to the next level. What started as a beautifully formal ladies lunch quickly stumbled into hens territory. Utterly brilliant.

Girls just wanna have fun.