Red Weekends.

I popped home to the farm for the weekend. And, man, it was all about trees and leaves. Gosh, the colours were so amazing. Yellows and greens and reds - EVERYWHERE my wee eyes looked.

But it was that minx, red, that stole the show. Mum proudly boasted about her beautiful red rose (the last of the season apparently) while Dad found a fairy mushroom hiding at the bottom of the garden.

I spent the weekend reading health books searching for various nuggets of inspiration for my current detox and taking pics of my antiques which will be ready to sell SOON!

xoxo
ps - that is our giant oak in the middle pic - it turns 100 this year!

Dads.

I, very luckily, have a super awesome Dad. I inherited his love of red wine, bandy legs, taste for chilli and pickled onions, and never-give-up argumentative streak. Actually, I inherited a whole lot more than that; I'm essentially mini-me. Obvious differences aside, of course.

He works harder than anyone else I know, his mouth twitches when he thinks he's made a terrific joke (usually one that noone else gets), has absolutely no sense of direction which he refuses to acknowledge and he is literally one of the most selfless people alive.

This is him and his random friend who I've never met. Just hanging on a street in Melbourne on couches. As you do.

Happy Birthday, Dad. xoxo

PS - rad sneakers.

Jam and tea.

Oh. Wow. I am sleeeeeepy. I love impromptu celebrations, in fact, they're my favourite type of party and last night's with Sarah and Andy and Jules went into the wee hours of this morning.

So, my dear cousin Cherry helped with my recovery, bringing her trademark easy smile and news that my red-riding-hood cape for winter was in production under the watch of her fine couturier eye.

We made tea and toast with jam (C had Whole Larder Love's blackberry, I had Mum's raspberry) - I even broke out my special palomino cups which are never used.

Happy Saturday, dream catchers.
xoxo

Happy Birthday, Mum.

It's my mother's birthday today. This is her and I, snuggling. Circa 1983.

We were supposed to be sharing meals and hot drinks today but the relentless rain belting down all over the north-east of the state has kept us apart.

But there are these words, in the meantime.

I have inherited mum's love of rustic country-ness, laneway walks, reading, a penchant for acting-the-fool, staunch vegetarianism, famed craziness and questionable dance moves. Where I see the macro, she sees the micro.

My mum is famous among my family and friends for being pretty darn unreal. She is the confidante, the cook, the cleaner, the teacher, the yogi, the lightness, the realist, the questioner, the read-aloud-erer - for so many apart from just me.

But, I am one of only two lucky enough to call her 'Mum'.

Happy birthday Brenda Jean.
xo.

Monday, darling Monday.

Oh, hi. Happy Monday.

Did you have a wonderful weekend?

Mine was marvellously jam-packed.  After my pizza adventures with Sarah, Andy and Whitty on Friday night I had a relatively early night and got up all sparkly for yoga before I visited my newly-married friend Chellis. I was more than slightly jealous as she showed me picture after picture of her beautiful Fiji honeymoon. 

Then on Saturday eve I cooked up a scrumptious soba noodle salad for the MMs before heading out to see Melbourne band The Tiger and Me. It was a bit super-fun.

And yesterday was all about family. We celebrated my darling aunt Maggie's 60th birthday with an all-in lunch extravaganza. It was filled with joy and laughter and WAY too much food. I'm still full.

So. Today I'm going to tinker, of course, and drink tomato juice in backhanded support of my little lone fruity-vegetable babyfriend desperately growing strong on the balcony of my ladypad.

I hope you had a lovely weekend and are having an even lovelier start to your Monday.