The Dream Machine

The knot is tied, the vows said, the rings exchanged, the promises made and sealed with a scorching hot kiss! We are married and for the past two weeks we have been driving around in our beast of a vehicle, camping in quiet spaces, hiking to waterfalls and mountain tops, not getting sunburnt, eating, and loving each other to bits. There are busy times on the cards, but in my limited spare moments I try to will recapture in words and pictures the beautiful experience, which was our wedding day. For now, just love. In this season and all others.

Photo (by me) is of Bertha hiding among the paper daisys at the Grampians.

we're getting closer...

...just 11 sleeps until the we be wed...

...almost there!

I think I'm addicted to Scrabble.

No, really. We've had a friend staying at our place and the two of us have been playing a lot of Scrabble, at least one game a day. It's very enjoyable for us because we are quite evenly matched. We're competitive enough to be motivating (and, I think, both secretly more so than we would admit) but light hearted enough about it that we don't mind helping each other out, especially to get a lovely or rare word on the board. I knew that I had been enjoying the games and had come to expect one with my morning cup of tea (sometimes setting up the board before my friend was even out of bed) but I started to suspect that I may be developing a problem when I found myself sitting up until four in the morning playing Scrabble with myself! Addiction or not, you can't beat the thrill of tallying up 51 points for 'pacifist' at 3.30 am.


In other news, we are three Saturdays from launch and project wedding is coming together very nicely. Most of the big stuff is taken care of, allowing us to focus on details and logistics. We wrote our ceremony the other day, which involved a lot of concioius evalution of the ideas and feelings that have come up for us during the process of planning our wedding. I'm a big believer in the importance of process (by which I mean, the thinking, playing and reflecting involved in making and doing) and I would like, at some point in the near future, to write an essay or two based on the ideas that have come out of it. So I'm trying to write things down while they are fresh, but I'll need some breathing space before I can make anything of it.

Wishing you all cheer with your morning cuppa...

yellow is the colour of my true love's hair

It has been a wildly hetic time on the home front of late. Hospital trips, final uni deadlines and a near approaching wedding have made for much stress and high drama. So, you can imagine the pleasure that I've been taking these past few days in having the time to do some baking, pottering in the garden and reading a book or two.

orange cupcakes, topped with orange marmalade and ganache

I arrived home from skating to find a bowl of skinless oranges on the kitchen bench. My beloved and our friend, Roland, had been brewing a beer with orange peel and corriander in it, but what to do with the oranges? Being the ever ingenious domestic mistress, I made orange pudding cakes. We gobbled them up, hot from the oven with an orange glaze and toasted almonds. These were followed up with the baking of orange cupcakes, half of which I packed up for Roland to trek home with.

a yellow rose, everlasting daisies, thyme and mint

This little arrangement is freshening up our bathroom in a vintage blue glass bottle, wrapped with a yellow string bow (to match the roses, of course). I picked up the bottle from a collectables and antiques store. The flowers are all from our garden which has gone entirely wild with all the rain and sudden sunshine spurts. Speaking of which, it just started raining again! I guess I won't get the front garden weeded and trimmed today afterall.

our wedding invitations and reply cards

(I think) we've finally sent all of our invitations. That is, except for a certain somebody who decided to escape to Hong Kong before we could formally invite them. The reply cards are starting to trickle in. I expect we'll get a rush of them just after the rsvp date.

more flowers and my camera shy love

That is all. xo

I wish..

..that I could have a tea party right now! I know a place with daisy chains, secret corners, mysterious paths and picnic spots. Want to come? There will be pinwheels, tea cups, dancing and cakes. Maybe we could even play hide and go seek...

These are the cakes I made for our niece's birthday party a while back. They were yummy, but I needn't have bothered. There was a ton of food and only a handful of three year olds to eat it.

a wonderful weekend...

An indulgent weekend too, I think. Baking, skating, dancing, drinking, laughing, chasings, singing, driving, children, animals, two birthdays! These are things weekends are made of. It's been a breath of fresh air from the crazy times of the last few weeks. I'm happy, sleepy and ready for bed.

Pictures are, from top to bottom: The two of us driving home from a friend's lovely birthday celebration in the bush, a beautiful pearl necklace that Leigh's mother has generously passed on to me (more on that later), Driving home from Leigh's parents in the late afternoon sunshine, our little man, Bender, glad to have us home at last.

Edit: I don't know why the time spazzed out when posting this, but it's not really early on Thursday morning, it's late on Sunday night. Sweet Dreams (are made of this).

Art Appreciation

This is a photo of the Art Appreciation class from year 12. That's me on the left, with the little mole eyes and not much hair.  

We used to have a great time researching art history, writing essays and debating contemporary art. It was great to be in a class with a group of girls (we did have boys, but they were lazy and dropped out) who were passionate about art and fully willing to get their nerd on and research the hell out topics before coming to the discussion table.  Remembering these times, I can't help but wonder why these ladies didn't go to art school and why many of the people in my current art history class did.  

I am sick to tears of people who don't give two hoots about art history, wasting my time in tutorials.  They are art students, how can they not be excited to learn about art?  Each week I roll up to class hoping that somebody else has something to say, has maybe even done some research, and each week I am disappointed.  On my student feedback form I think I will suggest that they have two art history courses, one for those of us who care about what we are studying, and one for those who do not.  That's my two cents.