tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59675044819152940792024-03-08T18:49:52.999+13:00My Villa LifeAnnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08647407406551661556noreply@blogger.comBlogger220125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967504481915294079.post-43060354702233196212017-02-17T16:14:00.001+13:002017-02-17T16:14:18.340+13:00Meet whatshisname...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This little guy is coming to live with us this weekend. I know, I'm nuts. But come on, look at that face.<br />
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In fact you should have seen the faces on his seven brothers and three sisters. It was very, very hard to choose. We deliberated over two visits and then three days of discussion. In the end with the decision made I was comforted by the fact that I've never met a golden retriever I didn't like.<br />
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I am less comforted by the fact that there will be times very soon when I don't like this little guy much at all. Lucky really that face is so very cute.<br />
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I'm shopping, reading about lots of foreign concepts like crates, puppy pads (seriously?), lawn protector (as if) and pet insurance (yes, definitely).<br />
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The kids are arguing over names. In fact the whole family is split firmly down the middle on every single name suggested. Our younger son wants to call him Bradley - apparently because it's a great name. Perhaps, but not for a dog. I just see many burly looking men called Brad turning around in surprise as I yell his name in the park.<br />
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For now the dog will be 'Dog' unless we can reach a compromise deal, UN style.<br />
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It's four years since I logged into blogger. Google panicked... there's something strange going on with your account, it warned. Yes, strange indeed.</div>
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Five years ago I wrote every other day. There was a long pause tonight as I gazed at the flashing cursor, fingers hovering over the keys.</div>
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I spent some time scrolling down through old posts and thinking about what's changed.<br />
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We still holiday at the same beach each summer. After years of moving we wanted to anchor our holidays to build family memories and share our love of home with the boys. Tick.<br />
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I finally really garden. In our now not so new house we tore out two thirds of our very old front beds - the enormous agapanthus, the violets for which I have an irrational dislike and even a couple of trees severely damaged by years of drought. There were tears and sheer blind panic when I realised what we'd done. It was desolate. But I replanted, made lots of mistakes and now love standing among the roses with a hose in hand. I think that qualifies as really gardening.</div>
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An adventure helping to run the school fete's preserves stall means I can now churn out jam and lemon curd and chutney. I certainly don't do it every week but am about to tackle a strawberry and watermelon hopefully before the melon goes to mush in the fridge.<br />
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Despite my luddite tendencies I bought an overly expensive appliance to cook my risotto and thrash veggies into green smoothies. I also gave in and bought a kindle and love it. </div>
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I declared 2014, then 2015, and again 2016 the 'year of entertaining' and failed miserably each time. 2017 is un-named.<br />
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I still eat chocolate, so unfashionable. I don't drink kefir water or shop enough for clothes, I still find leafing through clothes racks so dull.<br />
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Antique shops are much more interesting. I'm spending 2017 scouring auction rooms and warehouses - without much success yet. I'm still trying to buy a rug for my sitting room and our pictures are stacked against the wall in that room. Who are those people in magazines with finished homes and pillows that match their paintings?<br />
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One son is in now in high school and starting to look almost into my eyes - the other is old enough to take skin off my toes off when he bowls at me on the beach. Yes 'at', not 'to' and he does it with focused aggression. It's very disconcerting.</div>
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I can't quite remember what toddlers are like. Occasionally my kids throw a ratty heat or hunger prompted tantrum to remind me. We had a belter this morning. Sometimes my almost teen talks to me like an adult or an equal. I try not to show him how surprised I feel when he does. Of course there are long periods of silence or stroppiness too. The hormones are descending. I need a new 'how to parent' book. Or ten.</div>
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I don't do playgrounds anymore. I don't kill time until 5pm when I can feed babies and rush them to bed. Instead I circle Melbourne in increasingly heavy traffic with Siri directing me to various football and cricket grounds, feeding kids on the go and swapping lifts and favours with other jugglers. I'm thinking about buying a caravan with a hob to make tea and a cupboard to hang the kids' travelling wardrobes. It would be very popular with the cricket crowd. </div>
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I have struggled on and off with the work life balance. Mostly it's been out of whack but I comfort myself with the fact that I've yet to meet a mother who's got her chi sorted whether she works full time, part time or not at all. We're all in that together.<br />
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It alarms me that my friends' lives are littered with complex issues - divorce, sickness, work, money and life. Was it like this four years ago? Or were we all too busy surviving to notice? </div>
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We've had scads of Prime Ministers since I last wrote. My real job is rather too focused on that so I won't say much here except that we live in exciting times - 'exciting' is admittedly not the best way to describe waking each day to a Trump tweet. </div>
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It's odd sitting down to reflect on four years. It's odd to write again.</div>
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Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08647407406551661556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967504481915294079.post-26358615138546800162013-01-11T23:19:00.002+13:002013-01-11T23:19:34.305+13:00Tasmania... <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's beautiful isn't it? And as we say on instagram, #nofilter.<br />
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This is the view we gazed at for a week over the New Year. It's sparkling Spring Beach on Tasmania's south east coast. Maria Island lies across the bay - it's pronounced Mariah like Mariah Carey but a million miles from her glitz.<br />
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We ate, drank, napped, read and <a href="http://instagram.com/p/T9oq_5MHVl/">puzzled </a>(I did much better than<a href="http://myvillalife.blogspot.com.au/2012/01/puzzling.html"> last year's poor effort</a>) and spent a lot of time on the beach. Spring Beach has whiter than white dry sand that squeaks under your feet as you walk.<br />
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A week ago today we sweltered through a forty degree day while parts of our beloved home state burned. A hot, hot dry day with a hot northerly wind is rare in Tasmania and feels quite apocalyptic. For the <a href="https://maps.google.com/maps?q=forestier+peninsula+tasmania&hl=en&gbv=2&ie=UTF-8">Tasman and Forestier Peninsulas</a> it was. While we were chasing the boys' boards as they were blown down the beach other families were wading out in the chilly water with their children or fleeing in boats to escape the flames. Over a hundred houses were lost but thankfully it now looks as though no lives were lost. The water must have saved so many. If they'd been stuck in a valley things could have been quite different.<br />
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There were fires to our north and quite far to the south - nowhere near us but this was the wall of smoke that swept in overnight and obscured the view to Maria. There was smoke over Hobart for a few days afterwards.</div>
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The people of Tasmania - and the rest of Australia - have been doing us all proud. One volunteer set up this Facebook page - <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Tassie-Fires-We-Can-Help/265695153558391?ref=ts&fref=ts">'Tassie Fires, We can help'</a> - and help it has. From Friday night when it became clear what had happened people started to donate everything from their time to clothes, groceries, shelter and animal food - and quickly and efficiently distributed it all via social media.<br />
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Have a read through the facebook page - you'll probably cry a little. The <a href="http://www.redcross.org.au/tasmanian-bushfires-appeal-2013.aspx">Red Cross Appeal </a>has topped $2m already. The local primary school at Dunalley was razed but within a week they community is <a href="http://newdunalleyschool.wordpress.com/">making plans to re-open</a> and already has hundreds of donated books to restart the school library.<br />
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Perhaps one of the best things you can do in the coming months and years is pop down to Tassie, stay awhile and spend some cash - and if you do plan a trip, email me and I'll happily give you some more of <a href="http://myvillalife.blogspot.com.au/2012/01/my-hobart.html">my tips.</a> The Peninsula is <a href="http://myvillalife.blogspot.com.au/2010/09/holidays.html">one of my favourite</a> places.<br />
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My husband is a heavy user and would quite happily never drive again. I have never seen him huff and puff quite so much as when he heard what Maggie Thatcher had apparently said about public transport: 'A man who, beyond the age of 26, finds himself on a bus can count himself as a failure'.<br />
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He must have been 31 at the time. There is some doubt that she every said it but if she had then old Mags was simply being a Tory in the 80s. It wouldn't wash now, no matter what side of the fence you sit.<br />
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Now that we're in Melbourne and I'm working, I'm back on the train. A couple of peak hour trips put me clean off the car option.<br />
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I've reverted to my London ways. In that great heaving city there is a necessary method to train and tube travel. Regulars have their own spot marked on every platform they use. The doors open right there, the exit will be in just the right spot for that carriage. They never ever loiter on the left of the escalator. I may not have chalked my marks on the Melbourne platforms yet but I always storm up the side of the escalator huffing at people who stop and stand on the right.<br />
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Last week a young woman clipped her nails right behind my right ear. They were her fingernails, not toes but I was utterly revolted. When I turned to frown I saw the artistically placed tatt and Hells Angels pendant and let it be.<br />
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Speaking of public transport... (this, in the news business, is known as a segue and they are often clumsy) I was idly browsing online today and stumbled upon the work of <a href="http://www.sophieblackall.com/frameintro.html">Sophie Blackall</a>.<br />
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Her name felt terribly familiar. Of course she is the Australian illustrator of the Ivy and Bean books. But she is also a woman who can see the romance in public transport - her work is in the subway carriages of New York where she lives. And she has a lovely book which will make the best Christmas present if I can get it in time.<br />
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It's Missed Connections - drawings inspired by those classifieds ads people post in the hope of finding that mysterious stranger they saw at a party or on a train. She collected them for <a href="http://missedconnectionsny.blogspot.com.au/">her blog</a> which then became <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Missed-Connections-Love-Lost-Found/dp/0761163581">a book</a>.<br />
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You can buy her prints on <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/SophieBlackall">Etsy</a> - a lovely two part present. The bear guy has become her favourite apparently.<br />
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You probably know all this but even if you do you should should really watch this <a href="http://vimeo.com/36116772">video</a> about her work.<br />
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I did because <a href="http://comehellandhighwater.com/about/">Bryan Sun</a> told me to. He has a fabulous photo project <a href="http://comehellandhighwater.com/">Walking With Giants</a>. He's been photographing artists, artistically. <a href="http://thedesignfiles.net/2012/12/bryan-sun-walking-with-giants/">The Design Files</a> told me to read his blog. And a friend told me this week it was a pity I'd quit blogging. She won't follow me to instagram. <br />
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Anyway watch it. In the madness of the pre-Christmas, pre-holiday, pre-everything rush it will give you a lovely quick insight into the world of a woman who can see the joy and romance in train travel. And <b>that</b> is quite a feat.<br />
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Still here and not giving up entirely... although I have been utterly rubbish at the blog caper in 2012.<br />
I am planning a blog revamp and a life makeover to give it more time. Stay tuned.<br />
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Of course I have been doing all sorts of blog worthy things - if only I could connect the dots - my camera, computer and brain.<br />
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I've been wasting time with <a href="http://instagram.com/">instagram</a>. Actually hardly any time at all which is what makes it so attractive. It's rather fun, give it a go. If you look me up (myvillalife) you can see a myriad of flower shots. Too many really but I have a nice flower filled walk to school each morning and no life.<br />
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For instagram you'll need an iPhone and the App. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);">I'm typing this up on a shiny new iPad. Aren't I a million miles </span><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://myvillalife.blogspot.com.au/2010/05/iphone-ishould.html">from here</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);">? You couldn't ever call me an early adapter to new technology but I get there in the end. </span> Yes, those who know how much I like to be right can give me two fingers and say I Told You So.<br />
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When not distracting myself with tech devices (and working and mothering) I have had my head in a book. I have a new book club, Book Club Lite as it is dubbed by its new members - but we've read books that are anything but. Katherine Boo's <a href="http://www.behindthebeautifulforevers.com/qa-with-katherine/">Behind the Beautiful Forevers</a> and <a href="http://www.readings.com.au/review/text-classics-the-watch-tower-by-elizabeth-harrower">The Watch Tower</a> by Elizabeth Harrower - one of the Text Classics I<a href="http://myvillalife.blogspot.com.au/2012/01/australian-classics.html"> mentioned here</a>. <a href="http://www.penguin.com.au/products/9781926428338/all-i-am">All That I Am</a> waits patiently next to my bed.<br />
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Minestrone has been my drug of choice this winter. My Dad gave me his recipe. I believe Stephanie Alexander gave her recipe to him. It requires half a gallon of olive oil, pork rind and a hunk of Parmesan. His instruction - don't skimp on the olive oil. So right. He also grows his own borlotti beans. A bowl of it is like a hot water bottle and a hug.<br />
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We have also been to Vietnam and taken incredible pictures, eaten beautiful food, crossed roads with our hearts in our mouths and discovered pool side service. I like pool side service.<br />
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My son is still the<a href="http://myvillalife.blogspot.com.au/2011/03/adventures-of-sleeping-stuntman-part.html"> sleeping stuntman</a>. Four going on five - many months off five but in his head he was nearly five a day after he turned four. With me?<br />
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My older son is racing through books. It seems only yesterday that he was<a href="http://myvillalife.blogspot.com.au/2010/04/milestones.html"> learning</a>. We check every now and then that he is actually taking it in. I'm thrilled that he loves reading but also annoyed that he stubbornly refuses to read any Enid Blyton. What is it with kids these days?<br />
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As I type I'm watching the new US HBO cable show <a href="http://www.hbo.com/the-newsroom/index.html">The Newsroom</a>. It's excellent viewing for news junkies. For washed up news EPs like yours truly it made the adrenalin pump like it used to and then a sadness settled on me with the realisation that I am washed up and will never work all hours in a frenetic New York newsroom. Ah well.<br />
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All these things probably deserve a post of their own. I have it in hand.Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08647407406551661556noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967504481915294079.post-39407934810605868552012-07-16T12:03:00.003+12:002012-07-16T12:03:48.569+12:00Cushions and things...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Cushions and instagram. And I'm very pleased with both.<br />
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I finally caved in last week and uploaded the <a href="http://instagram.com/">Instagram App</a>. It was 9pm so my first few pictures were taken in our living room. When I gushed to my other half about the newfound joys of yet another social media app he said in a rather withering tone, "They're cushions, Ann." I fear instagram, like blogging, may pass him by.<br />
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There are plenty of other instagrammers taking pictures of their pillows and dinners and dresses and doors and I'm finding it strangely addictive. I also like the camera tools - I've already really over used the blurr button.<br />
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I have finally given in to my <a href="http://myvillalife.blogspot.com.au/2010/04/blue-and-white.html">absolute love of blue and white.</a> I have two new brown leather couches and a much loved but very heavy dark wooden coffee table made from factory floorboards. They will be fine one day in a fresh white room with lots of windows. In a rather badly lit living room painted rental cream it's all a little dark - the blue and white seems to lift it all a little.<br />
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I found these cushion covers on <a href="http://etsy.com/">Etsy</a>. Have you ever tried to remember where on earth you saw that Very Useful Something or Other on Etsy? Pinterest is the answer. I have found and <a href="http://pinterest.com/myvillalife/lounge/">pinned a houseful of cushion covers</a> for that freshly painted light white home. Now we just need to buy it.</div>
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By the way, the husband just passed the computer as I write this muttering "Cushions... again."<br />
Thank god for the blog.Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08647407406551661556noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967504481915294079.post-63876857012506844732012-06-12T18:43:00.002+12:002012-06-12T18:43:16.613+12:00A spoonful of sugar...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It was the Cadbury creme egg that did it. An icky sugary Easter creation that sealed my resolve to walk away from the love of my life - at least for a while.<br />
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I'm talking about chocolate and more broadly sugar. Like so many others I have phased it out and two months in I'm finding life is just fine without it.<br />
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In typically dramatic fashion I decided to start suddenly on Easter Monday. I sent all the left over Lindt goodies from the house and set about reworking my home-made muesli - toasting flaked almonds, pepitas and sunflower seeds with coconut and sesame seed without the apple juice, honey and dried fruit.<br />
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I then downloaded Sarah Wilson's <a href="http://www.sarahwilson.com.au/i-quit-sugar-ebook/">e-book</a>, read through her <a href="http://www.sarahwilson.com.au/">her blog</a> and sifted back to find these pages from <a href="http://townmouse.typepad.com/townmouse/2011/09/mid-life-crisis-or-just-very-very-tired.html">Townmouse</a> and <a href="http://mypeartreehouse.blogspot.com.au/2011/09/green-sugar-free-breakfast.html">My Pear Tree House.</a> Honestly when I read these at the time I paid scant attention but they stayed in the back of my mind. I then found <a href="http://www.howmuchsugar.com/">David Gillespie's</a> latest book buried in a pile of new releases on my desk at work.<br />
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It was the way I was feeling that spurred me into action. I was feeling rubbish in the afternoons - close to death at three o'clock with an overwhelming need to lie down. I would eat something sweet to pep me up which in turn would make me feel a little shaky.<br />
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I'm not one for diets, self-help books or advice I hear on the radio - heavens I'm the cynical one putting it on the radio... but eventually all the 'sugar is poison' talk made it through my cynical filter.<br />
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I still don't think it is poison but I do think we eat an enormous amount of sugar without realising it.<br />
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It dawned on me that giving up sugar in most forms wouldn't trouble me too much and it hasn't. Juice, dried fruit, dessert, cakes, ice cream are not things I crave and we don't eat much processed food like bottled sauces.<br />
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Breakfast has been the hardest meal but I've adapted well to my homemade muesli mix with natural yoghurt. I also buy <a href="http://www.carmanskitchen.com.au/our-products/muesli#Original-Fruit-Free-Muesli">this fruit free muesli </a>when I'm sick of mine. The muffins and biscuits I bake for the kids go in their lunch boxes and not in mine. I take cheese and almonds and grapes to snack on at work. I still eat whole fruit - it sounded mad to me to give that up. <br />
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I dropped the sugar from my tea and haven't missed it and even chocolate hasn't been too hard - although of course there's been the odd lapse! <br />
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I am still me after all - but a much less sweet version and I feel a whole lot better. I'm definitely more mindful of what I eat and how it makes me feel.<br />
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Goodness I sound almost sensible. I'm turning forty in less than a year. That could explain it.Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08647407406551661556noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967504481915294079.post-15579843742908267482012-05-03T14:44:00.002+12:002012-05-03T14:44:31.235+12:00Check mate...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sometimes I get a little distracted in the house search and spend more time pinning all sorts of beautiful spaces instead of nailing the perfect trifecta of price, location and potential.<br />
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We're getting a feel for the areas of Melbourne we'd like to settle in. Actually it's all going to be determined by just how far I'm prepared to drive to my son's school. He and I have made friends and we're not moving far. <br />
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In fact ending 2012 without some sort of house move would be just fine, thanks.<br />
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And definitely not to an undersized and probably overpriced terrace house with a chess board in the garden - no matter how beautiful it looks. I'll just visit it on <a href="http://pinterest.com/">pinterest</a> occasionally.<br />
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Image from <a href="http://www.benmac.com.au/index.cfm?pageCall=property&propertyID=2035796&showBackToResults=true&realestate=78_Sutherland_Road_ARMADALE_VIC_3143">here</a> - while it lasts.<br />
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Summer is well and truly done. Melbourne has been blessed by a lingering Indian summer which left us this week. The boys were swimming last weekend, now we're in winter mode.<br />
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Funny how weather dominates our conversations in all corners of the world. I find the obsession a little tiring sometimes particularly the competitive conversations - 'hot, you don't know hot' or 'freezing? I used to walk five miles to school in the snow.' Yet here I am talking about it too.<br />
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I'm always surprised by people who don't love summer. How can you not? I want to shake them and shout a little but I know that's frowned upon in modern times. Particularly when the summer-hater is the check out chick at K-Mart. I think they'd probably call security.<br />
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I can't revel in Autumn. All that orange and brown... not my best colours.<br />
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I like Autumn when the weather's still warm. Crisp mornings and 27 degree days. And when I say crisp I mean T-shirts for school drop off at a quarter to nine.<br />
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Melbourne may well be the wrong place for me. But hell, I'm not moving again.<br />
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I think I might just have to stock up on the funereal Melbourne uniform of black and more black, don myself head to toe in mourning gear, keep my head down and the heater on until the worst of it has passed.<br />
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Bring on Spring.Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08647407406551661556noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967504481915294079.post-22230328826238623692012-04-05T14:35:00.002+12:002012-04-05T14:35:40.212+12:00Late summer blast... of colour.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I think they're fabulous. Just like summer. </div>Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08647407406551661556noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967504481915294079.post-40936076720457180032012-03-25T19:06:00.002+13:002012-03-25T19:07:33.572+13:00In the pink...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A chill wind is blowing through my garden and the leaves on the silver birches are starting to turn. Oddly enough in the garden across the road the birches have completely turned already and one tree is already showing its silvery bare branches. Perhaps there is such a thing as the right side of the road.<br />
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The roses have given me so much pleasure in the past few months. The bushes in this garden are old, gnarled and woody. Our house has been rented out for fifteen years or so which probably means 15 years of neglect from tenants. Or more fairly, mistreatment by well-meaning but brown-fingered tenants like me.<br />
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I wasn't expecting much from the old dears but have been given a lot. A little dead-heading, not a lot of water and a lot of lovely soft pink blooms. Thank you summer.Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08647407406551661556noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967504481915294079.post-22102393393571798952012-02-24T13:34:00.000+13:002012-02-24T13:34:39.141+13:00Friday door.... and a little bit of politics...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Something a little different in the <a href="http://myvillalife.blogspot.com.au/search/label/Villa%20Doors">villa door world</a> to end another busy week. Not so hip and cool this one but a beautiful shade of blue to match that stained glass.<br />
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I'm distracting myself from the 'open warfare' and 'blood letting' of the week... overused cliches but they actually do best describe Australian federal politics this week.<br />
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In my real job I do not gaze at lovely interiors and critique front doors, I dabble in the political world in as a journalist. Part of me usually loves the thrill of a political story like the Gillard and Rudd #respill. (That's the twitter hashtag that's caught on - I like #kevenge).<br />
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As a political yarn it's a belter but I'm sick of it. I was sick of it before it became more than just a rumour in a few weekend newspapers.<br />
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I want Labor to sort themselves out. I want the Opposition to stop sniping. I want to feel inspired, even just a little, and led by our leaders.<br />
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Anyway this is not work and I am not at work today so back to that door.<br />
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I don't want to be critical but (don't you dread sentences that begin with 'I don't want to be cruel/rude/racist?).... it needs a bigger doormat. I guess if they'd known I planned to take a picture they'd have rushed out and bought one.<br />
If some local blogger is planning a walk-by to snap <a href="http://myvillalife.blogspot.com.au/2011/12/oops.html">my door</a>, please wait.<br />
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You can barely see my doormat for the leaves, acorns and stones collected on the way home from school and discarded and webs from the army of arachnids settling in on the verandah.<br />
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I've been waiting weeks for the broom fairy to visit but I may just have to don the tutu myself. Or bribe the husband.<br />
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Now that's a nicer picture to leave you with than Kaptain Kruddy, Juliar and the Mad Monk.**<br />
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Happy weekend. x<br />
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*My apologies to those overseas who didn't even know people would bother fighting to be in charge of a far off land like Australia. We do have more money than Greece and a mining magnate richer than the Queen of England.<br />
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**Not my terms I'd hasten to add. Mr Rudd, Ms Gillard and Mr Abott is what I would call them - if they'd agree to come on my program.Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08647407406551661556noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967504481915294079.post-85754903333458150522012-02-23T09:00:00.000+13:002012-02-23T09:00:06.638+13:00Reading? 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Just before I left Auckland a fellow book clubber recommended I read some William Boyd. 'William who?' was my reply. Now I know. Thank you very much Ange.<br />
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<a href="http://www.williamboyd.co.uk/">William Boyd</a> is my new favourite author and I don't quite know how I missed him. I remember seeing many copies of his best seller Armadillo being read on the tube back at the turn of the century (1999).<br />
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Better than any best seller list was seeing what the London commuters were reading - when I first moved there it was The Beach, a few years later Harry Potter, now they're probably reading their iThings. Boo.<br />
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Anyway back to Boyd. He writes brilliantly, his characters are intriguing and (unusually for good writers) likeable. Each of his books is also quite different so I easily read five back to back.<br />
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My favourite? <a href="http://www.williamboyd.co.uk/any-human-heart">Any Human Heart.</a> Followed closely by <a href="http://www.williamboyd.co.uk/restless">Restless</a>...<br />
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The best of the rest... <a href="http://www.williamboyd.co.uk/ordinary-thunderstorms">Ordinary Thunderstorms</a>, <a href="http://www.williamboyd.co.uk/brazzaville-beach">Brazzaville Beach,</a> <a href="http://www.williamboyd.co.uk/a-good-man-in-africa">A Good Man in Africa</a>. Oddly enough it was <a href="http://www.williamboyd.co.uk/armadillo">Armadillo</a> I liked the least. But it was pretty good too.<br />
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Go forth and read.<br />
Run, don't walk - as the hip young things say.<br />
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I got a new camera for Christmas and am loving it. <br />
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I thought it would make me blog more, inspire me to write but of course life is getting in the way. Life is a little like that don't you find?<br />
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It's a Lumix DMC-FZ40 - the new version of our old camera. The zoom broke on the last one - probably through overuse as I'm always sneakily taking pictures of my children so that they don't give me ridiculous camera ready grins.<br />
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I spent the whole of last summer 'manually zooming' - walking towards the subject. Most tedious.<br />
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The new camera has a million new features I haven't quite deciphered and probably never will but I'm delighting in its 'zoomability' and the weight of it in my hand. Like Goldilocks and those pesky chairs some cameras just feel right. *<br />
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I should add (before he does) that the husband took this photo with my new camera.<br />
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**I'm time poor. This picture was ready and he owes me a lifetime of home cooked dinners.Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08647407406551661556noreply@blogger.com7Melbourne VIC, Australia-37.8131869 144.9629796-37.8382759 144.92349760000002 -37.7880979 145.0024616tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967504481915294079.post-73060293529393411722012-02-03T13:58:00.003+13:002012-02-03T19:47:10.740+13:00Friday door, named... and my pinterest push...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Now this <a href="http://myvillalife.blogspot.com.au/search/label/Villa%20Doors">Friday door </a>is a little different, a difficult door to deal with but done well.<br />
It's awkwardly placed in a corner on the side of a house with no defined front path.<br />
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The plants and the address etched on the glass (or the sticky stuff that looks like etched glass) leave no doubt that it's the main entrance.<br />
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I very professionally blurred out the address (is there no end to my talents?) in case you start spamming the owners with 'like' mail. One can't be too careful. <br />
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If <b>you</b> like it 'pin it'.<br />
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Yes I have finally joined <a href="http://pinterest.com/">pinterest.</a> I refused to listen when people told me how great it was. I thought it might just be another thing I don't want to make time for.<br />
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It's not. It is GREAT... a clever, simple, useful spot to save those pictures, products, tutorials and reviews you've read online and can never find again. <a href="http://pinterest.com/myvillalife/">I'm using it</a> to save fabrics I might like for cushions, cushion sellers on etsy, recipes, doors, you name it. Clearly I love it. Do it. Please.<br />
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Weirdly you need to be invited to join. Let me know and I'll invite you. Even if you don't I'll invite you. I'm a born -again pinner. A pushy one.Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08647407406551661556noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967504481915294079.post-309642132992744412012-01-30T10:00:00.000+13:002012-01-30T10:00:00.886+13:00Australian classics...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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I am the sort of person who waits until a day or two after daylight saving shifts to change all the clocks. I need a day or two to adjust to the idea, even though it happens twice a year.<br />
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Same with a new year.<br />
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Now that it is well and truly 2012 I have updated my reading list. 2011 is still there with a few comments on the books I did get around to reading. Some good, some great, some so so. Some I couldn't finish.<br />
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Here's something to look forward to in <b>your</b> reading year. Text Publishing is producing 32 Australian classics in paperback form, cheap at $12.95 (cheap for an Australian book - don't get me started on book prices here).<br />
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In <a href="http://www.theage.com.au/opinion/society-and-culture/classics-going-to-waste-20120121-1qb9z.html">this thought-provoking opinion piece</a> Michael Heyward, the head of Text Publishing, bemoans the fact that many of Australia's best literary works are now out of print - and even the entire works of some of our best authors.</div>
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He has an excellent point. I studied English Lit at school - not at university unfortunately - and would consider myself pretty well read but many of the books and authors he mentions I haven't read or (cough) recognise. 2012 should change that.<br />
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The full list has not been released but will include <i>Careful, He Might Hear You, </i> David Ireland's <i>Th</i>e <i>Glass Canoe, </i> and Henry Handel Richardson's<i> The Fortunes of Richard Mahoney. </i><br />
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The scheduled release date is May. You can read more about it <a href="http://textclassics.com.au/">here</a> on the publisher's website in the coming months.<br />
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<br />Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08647407406551661556noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967504481915294079.post-9865875844664799302012-01-27T22:43:00.001+13:002012-01-27T22:43:22.923+13:00Friday door, white on white on white...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A <a href="http://myvillalife.blogspot.com/search/label/Villa%20Doors">Friday door</a> that's fresh, crisp and spells summer. Apparently they're not having such a crisp sunny summer in Auckland where I spotted this door before we left last year.<br />
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We have summer in spades in Melbourne this month. It's been so hot that on occasion my older son wants to leave Australia. It's only 35 degrees I tell him. Toughen up, next week it could be 42. Of course when it hits that we'll both be melting into the same greasy puddle.<br />
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It's also been a week of few words on the blog. Life is busy isn't it? I don't mean to join the competitive 'I'm busier than you are' conversations that people delight in. And I'm not importantly busy at all... not solving any Big Issues or raising seven children while working full time. Or even cleaning my house. Hell no.<br />
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I did go back to work yesterday on a public holiday - Australia Day - and fought to get a car park among all the people gathered to celebrate their Australian-ness.<br />
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That's the trouble with journalism. We journos may be bottom feeders but we have to work on all the best days and because we're not saving lives nobody cares. That's why every summer you see those 'There Are Too Many Public Holidays' stories in your newspaper.<br />
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We whinge on hoping against hope that someone somewhere will care. Anyone?Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08647407406551661556noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967504481915294079.post-81838883264732101402012-01-25T16:54:00.000+13:002012-01-25T16:58:19.634+13:00Mouse in my house...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The little guy on the right is coming to live at my place... to hang around, sniff cheese, read a little.<br />
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You can buy him <a href="http://www.haveyoumetmissjones.com.au/shop?cat=20">here</a> along with a lot of other pretty little critters.<br />
Thank you <a href="http://www.haveyoumetmissjones.com.au/">Miss Jones</a>.<br />
<br />Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08647407406551661556noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967504481915294079.post-37550750669256517442012-01-23T10:00:00.000+13:002012-01-23T11:05:48.876+13:00Yummmm Cha<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Absolutely the best family Sunday lunch option.<br />
One eats his weight in prawn dumplings, the other waits for dessert.<br />
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This was my favourite Auckland house, not mine of course.<br />
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Fit for a princess, it's in one of the city's most expensive suburbs and those beautiful windows look out over the water.<br />
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When I first moved to Auckland it was a little rundown with peeling paint and a neglected garden but over the two years we were there it got a little love.<br />
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And a lot of love from me, from afar.Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08647407406551661556noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967504481915294079.post-10761581498782254342012-01-15T15:58:00.000+13:002012-01-15T15:58:00.202+13:00Simple Sunday supper<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is our simple Sunday supper of choice at the moment... a delicious tomato pasta that everyone from 2 to forty (or nearly) loves.<br />
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This makes more than enough...<br />
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Two tins of good crushed tomatoes<br />
Olive oil - about six tablespoons<br />
Garlic - 2/3 cloves<br />
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Salt and Pepper<br />
Pasta 400g of whatever you like.<br />
Basil - if your kids eat green stuff, lucky smug you, long may it last!<br />
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Slice garlic and add to cold oil. Garlic straight into hot oil loses the subtle fragrance and becomes bitter.<br />
Cook on a medium heat until the garlic is just starting to brown and you get that fabulous garlicky aroma.<br />
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Season and turn up the heat and cook uncovered for ten minutes or so until the sauce has cooked down and is lumpy in the pan. Meanwhile cook the pasta, then stir it through the sauce and serve with parmesan and fresh basil.<br />
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Delicious with crusty bread and peas - the only green thing my youngest eats with gusto. Even better in the summer with quickly qrilled prawns.<br />
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I think this started life as a Nigella recipe and has been changed a little. It's certainly not something you need to follow to the letter which surely is the point of a simple Sunday supper?Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08647407406551661556noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967504481915294079.post-87582115281725685092012-01-13T09:00:00.000+13:002012-01-13T09:00:00.729+13:00Friday door... from Hobart this time...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My <a href="http://myvillalife.blogspot.com/search/label/Villa%20Doors">Friday door favourites</a> are back in 2012.... some I have found on my travels, some from my new Melbourne neighborhood and some oldies from Auckland.<br />
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This is the door of one of my favourite Hobart houses. I pass it on every trip back and always think how much I'd like to live in it.<br />
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This time when I passed with my new camera in hand it had been given a new coat of paint and some smart new pots.<br />
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I like what they've done to the place.<br />
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May your Friday the 13th pass without incident.Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08647407406551661556noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967504481915294079.post-12139249477096807312012-01-12T09:00:00.000+13:002012-01-12T09:00:07.860+13:00Puzzling...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We had five days away while in Hobart, a holiday within a holiday. My bright idea this year was to ask Santa for a jigsaw to puzzle over now my kids are finally old enough to know not to eat the pieces or touch the bits I've slaved over.</div>
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I did slave over it in between beach visits and managed to complete about an eighth of the one thousand pieces. The bright red bike was easy-ish and the straight edged outsides of course... The rest? ... well they're all muted shades of grey... </div>
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So the pieces, the puzzle and my holiday pastime are all packed up in the box and back here next to me whispering... urging me to go away somewhere again.<br />
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I think we might need a three week holiday this time. I think that's how long a mostly grey 1000 piece puzzle takes.... listening Santa?<br />
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We return home to Hobart every year - sometimes two or three times. And it is still always called home... which could perhaps have something to do with our constant moving.<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This week <a href="http://tranquiltownhouse.blogspot.com/">my fellow blogger Kerry</a> mentioned she was heading to Tasmania so I sent her some tips. They ran to two pages... poor woman!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Anyway h</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ere's my Hobart... you may agree or disagree.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Firstly Kerry is going to MONA and it seems a lot of people are heading to Hobart to do just that. Good. It's amazing. Beyond amazing. The </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://mona.net.au/">Museum of New and Old Art</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">. The building is amazing in itself. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My advice? Get a ferry there. Skip the fancy restaurant, it's all fancy froth and foam. If you can afford it stay the night.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You will/should (bossy aren't I?) spend most of your Hobart time in Salamanca Place, browsing the galleries shops and drinking coffee, shopping for food and wine. All the following are on Salamanca's main strip:</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- Retro Cafe has been there forever and was the first cool cafe (saw Bob Brown there this trip - does he count as at all cool? If not my Dad is always there and he's pretty cool, say hi.)</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- <a href="http://www.maldinirestaurant.com.au/">Maldini</a> is always reliable for a good breakfast, lunch or dinner. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- Zum Cafe is great for breakfast, lunch or dinner.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Just two (or three) doors up the hill from the Retro is Wursthaus Kitchen - a fabulous deli and butcher selling lots of very good things. Some of the same things can be found at a cheaper price but not as beautifully laid out in Fresh mini market back down on Salamanca Place next door to Knopwoods Retreat pub. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Round the back behind Salamanca Place is the Quarry with a large fountain your kids will love. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Here you will find:</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Bar Celona - a very popular spot - great for an afternoon drink in the sun. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Laundromat Cafe - across in the far corner behind the large chess board. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Rectango play each Friday evening in an even smaller quarry behind Salamanca just near the Peacock Theatre. Great relaxed vibe, it's outside with a relaxed crowd, non-intrusive live music with kids dancing, sangria and beer available.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Walk up Kelly's Steps from Salamanca Place to Battery Point - the steps lead to Kelly Street and in turn to Hampden Road - admire the houses (and the front doors). Turn right and you'll hit Jackman and McRoss - fabulous baked goods and oh-so village cool. Turn left and find the new Jam Jar cafe down on the next corner. Wind your way through to the sunny back courtyard and it's a little bit of bookish/Melbourne-ish cool. Free wi-fi and good brownies.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Kids and men love the Bratwurst sausage stall. Also excellent for hangovers. It's up the other end of the market near the Supreme Court. If you like seeds our friends run an amazing little stall called </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.southernharvest.com.au/">Southern Harvest Seeds </a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- opposite the steps of the Supreme Court on the far left as you walk up.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We usually bribe the kids with a visit to the boat </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.hobartkidz.com/princes.php">park</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> at the southern end of the market - looking over the Derwent with lovely trees it's a beautiful spot to rest your feet for a moment or ten.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I used to avoid the CBD on holidays home but there are now some lovely little shops worth checking out and you can do it all on foot in an hour.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.storeandco.com/">Store and Co</a> (my favourite) in Davey Street just up from the corner with Murray Street. Beautifully styled vintagey bits and bobs. I could buy the whole shop.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.rubysroom.com.au/">Ruby's Room</a> - across the road on the opposite corner. Owner Anjanette has a fabulous eye for lovely toys and gifts. Kids of all ages love it. She's also opened a stationery shop right next door.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Love and Clutter - half a block down Murray Street on the right (sweet name and just as sweet inside)</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Then traverse town (with your eyes closed) past the site of the burnt down Myer - continue down Murray St, right into Liverpool and then left into Elizabeth Street (the bottom end is the mall which like all malls should be buried under a mass of concrete). Just a block up Elizabeth Street is </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.ethoseatdrink.com/">Ethos</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> a cafe/tapas place which is fabulous. It's a little hidden but so worth finding. It's next to the Tasmanian Map Shop. Further up on the left is the </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.cwaintas.org.au/giftshops.html">CWA shop</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> - quaint and no not all Tasmanians are so country... or quaint...</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Dinner options on the waterfront</b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Maldini, Rockwall, Zum, Smolt, Monty's in the Salamanca area...</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Suwan Thai </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">in the arcade upstairs from the Retro in Salamanca </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">One of our favourites is <a href="http://www.fishfrenzy.com.au/">Fish Frenzy</a> over on Elizabeth St Pier (near the ferry departure point for MONA) Casual but excellent fish and chips and scallops/oysters/calamari. <a href="http://www.mures.com.au/">Mures</a> is an icon in the fish and chip world. Been there forever... I carried thousands of plates in its Upper Deck Restaurant in my old life.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ethos as above and </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I haven't even mentioned the buzzy restaurant strip in North Hobart at the top end of Elizabeth Street at the top end of town.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Piccolo for dinner, <a href="http://www.annapurnaindiancuisine.com/">Annapurna</a> for Indian and the Raincheck Lounge for coffee or dinner.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.sweetenvy.com/sweet_envy/Welcome_.html">Sweet Envy</a> by day for cakes - the chef used to work in New York and for Ramsay somewhere in the world. The State Cinema for a flick.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Right then now.... out of Hobart... </b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Driving?</b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Drive up </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.discovertasmania.com/activities__and__attractions/popular_attractions/mount_wellington">Mt Wellington</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> on a clear day - the view is astounding and it takes half an hour to get to the top (if that). A few beautiful short mountain walks you can do too.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Richmond (over the Tasman Bridge and halfway out to the airport turn off and it's about a thirty minute drive - history in abundance and charm too.... touristy but nice. Feed the ducks under Richmond Bridge.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Port Arthur on the Tasman Peninsula - an hour and half from Hobart. Stunning scenery, very do-able day trip and incredible history. Although when we were there last week our three year sighed dramatically and gave us grief about all the 'broken buildings' being 'booorring'....</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">If you don't fancy the Sydney-Hobart route there are other options...</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Take the cruise to Peppermint Bay down the Channel (as we locals call the area around the narrow D'Entrecasteaux Channel that runs between Bruny Island and mainland Tasmania). The restaurant has a new chef and is getting very good press.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.brunycruises.com.au/">Bruny Island Cruises</a> - great eco wildlife tour down to the outside of Bruny where you'll see Seals etc - can be a bit wet and wild. Might just tickle the adventurer in you. The company also runs a <a href="http://www.tasmancruises.com.au/">similar trip to Tasman Island</a>.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Further afield - <a href="http://www.wineglassbay.com/">Freycinet</a> is of course fabulous but it's not a day trip - stay at the <a href="http://www.freycinetlodge.com.au/">Freycinet Lodge</a> or in Swansea. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Walk to Wineglass Bay. Go to the Friendly Beaches. Stop in Swansea and eat and browse. Swim.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I should stop now... that gives you a little bit too much to think about already. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But take this <a href="http://thedesignfiles.net/2011/04/hobart-walking-guide/">Design Files walking guide </a>for the city. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And read this from </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.theage.com.au/entertainment/restaurants-and-bars/the-reinvention-of-hobart-20111219-1p1zu.html">The Age</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> although I wish every review about Hobart didn't sound so surprised that it's not some quaint town still serving devonshire teas at every opportunity.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Oh and for those still reading and hoping for some mention of Launceston? </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">No idea. Last visited 15 years ago. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I am Tasmanian after all.</span></div>Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08647407406551661556noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967504481915294079.post-15882533720076394732012-01-09T17:12:00.002+13:002012-01-09T17:50:20.291+13:00Holidays...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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What a lovely time we've had. The picture just about sums it up... my dear Dad pouring another drop of something rather good to share with family and friends.<br />
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We've had two weeks in Tasmania drinking, eating, wining, dining, wandering, chatting and beaching.<br />
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There was a bit of rushing of course - there always is at Christmas time. Tasmanians who live abroad seem to head back every other Christmas rather like homing pigeons returning to the nest. The pull of an island home I suppose.<br />
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This time we took five days away from the social whirl at <a href="http://myvillalife.blogspot.com/2010/09/holidays.html">a beach an hour from Hobart</a>... my husband bushwalked a little, the boys ran and ran on the sand and swam in the shallows. I joined them in the water for quick dips (it's pretty fresh) and also read and played with my Christmas gifts - a fantastic book I finished in three days, my new camera (yippee) and a rather challenging jigsaw.<br />
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I'll tell you more about all three this week in between the washing, sorting and gradual return to real life. 2012 here I come.Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08647407406551661556noreply@blogger.com3