Butterland.

I'm still reliving the magic of the weekend. Here are some more pics of Butterland - Greg + Katie's paradise in regional Victoria which they generously opened up for Passata Day.

I hope the week is starting well for you my dears!

On The Road.

Passata Day.

Oh dear, my lil eyes are a wee bit tired as I write this. Yawn. Yesterday Sarah, Andy and I trekked to Newstead, an hour or so out of Melbourne to make passata with Ro and friends.

We were graciously and grandly hosted at Butterland by the wonderful Greg and Katie.

Ooooo it was so much fun. Sarah's face in pic #3 really sums up the whole day.

Happy Sunday, sweeties.
xo

Sarah Kay.

Sarah Kay is so annoyingly talented. I love her.

The 22-year-old spoken-word poet's 2011 TED talk inspired two standing ovations. Watch it here, it's mesmerising.

She is coming to Australia with her poet-partner-in-crime, Phil Kaye, in a mere few weeks and is doing a special one-night-only performance in Melbourne! Hurrah!

Tickets are available here.

New dawns.

Oh it's Friday!

Yesterday was a bit wild with back-to-work crazy workness but then, of course, blissfully topped off by the incomparable Bon Iver.

But it's a long weekend here in Melbourne so lots of languid recovery time.

Tonight I'm having a crazy delicious dinner with Sarah and the gang. Then it's passata making time with team Ro in a butter factory! AARGH! Before some more Olinda love on Sunday and Monday.

Why don't you spend some time reading something new over the next few days? I will too. Then we can trade story stories, ok?

Bon Iver Melbourne love.

Tonight I saw Bon Iver play their biggest show ever, apparently. It was breathtaking, utterly magnificent.

The musicality, the arrangements, the unbelievably respectful crowd. During re: Stacks you could have heard a pin drop, something unheard of at an outdoor gig of 12,000 odd punters.

A testament to an extraordinary man-band and the absolute dedication of their fans.

Three years ago I saw the smaller Bon Iver outfit play at the Sydney Recital Hall. It was delicate, beautiful and small.

Tonight's show was epic.

The sky bruised into a dusty pink as one lone star chased a near-full moon. And a bat, or three, flew across in front. People sang, danced, cried, swayed, bounced and loved...or maybe that was just me.

My eyes are tired, loves, but my heart is very, very full.

Night, night.

Kinfolk Dinners.

Oh, it's moments like these that I lament the distance of my gorgeous country from so many other places in this vast world.

One of my favourite new magazines, Kinfolk, is currently on a 12-city tour for its dinner series and this Brooklyn space (the Green Building) was transformed into a beautiful gastronomic and idea-filled haven.

The joy, the joy!

(Pics via Kinfolk and Sunday Suppers)