Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Last night a family gathered together to kick off what will be two weeks of over-eating and celebrating. Mum had cooked up a spicy feast and the evening was filled with endless smiles, laughter and conversation.
Husband and I will be hosting out first dinner party this weekend and we are excited because we love food and we love to cook. So, this last week has been spent deciding on a menu, writing up a very long shopping list on several pieces of paper, a naughty wife spending too much money on fancy (and unnecessary) things like truffle oil, turkish delight and orangle blossom fairy floss, a patient husband putting up with her holiday spending madness and lots and lots of time spent thinking about table decorations and fairy lights.
On the menu:
Cheese and chive tartlets
Spicy herb meatballs
Salt and pepper prawns
Three kinds of salad
Pea, mint and fetta
Warm potatoes with capers
Roasted capsicum with chilli and lime salt
All served up Asian style
Chocolate and hazlenut tart
White chocolate and coconut mousse
OK, i am off to buy some last minute purchases...I think husband is pleased that i lost my credit card two days ago.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
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Friday, November 20, 2009
Sunday, May 24, 2009
and even if it's not our House of Dreams, I can not wait to find a small abode for the boy and I to move into after we are married - a place that we will turn into a comfortable home, where we will live out our first few years of married life and remember with a smile as the dear little place where we began our lives together as husband and wife.
Photo credits: All photos by Polly Eltes
Saturday, May 16, 2009
It never occurred to me how utterly beautiful it could be...
in a vase – its leaves resemble petals washed in purples and faded whites...
and even pumpkins can look so stunning...
laid out on a silver platter...
or stacked on top of each other...
or on its own...
If I had to plan my wedding again, maybe (just maybe) the tables would look like this…
covered in faded European linens and white lace, silver goblets and antique cutlery, embroidered napkins and greenery at each place setting...and...cabbages...yes, BEAUTIFUL cabbages would make for gorgeous centrepieces.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
I long for a stately home from yester-year – not too large, but large enough for two and two or maybe three more. The boy pictures something with clean, modern lines, filled with space and very little yard. I dream of a beautiful limestone fireplace that warms the room with golden light, white-washed walls infused with the subtleties of age, floor-to-ceiling shelves of masterpieces and classics, timber floors pierced with old life, high ornate ceilings that hang crystal chandeliers and a story-book garden growing cherry blossoms, herbs and berries. At the bottom of the garden would be a magnificent old tree with dark brown arms holding and enfolding stories and secrets in its boughs. Nestled beneath its canopy of a hundred floating voices would be a dear little tree house – a place for solitude and relaxation, for inspiration and imagination, somewhere to dream sweet dreams and become lost in deep thoughts. Whatever our house of dreams will be, I can not wait to bring it to life...with beautiful furnishings...and wonderful scents and smells... to clothe it with love... paint the walls with laughter and good times, nurture a family in it and together with the boy, grow old in it...
Now our love is deep enough to need no frantic gestures. You smile in passing, touch my shoulder. I walk with you in the garden, sharing the last light, the flickering of the bats, the scent of the roses. We are at home in quietness. Passion and the everyday flow from each other, equal expressions of our love.
Charlotte Gray, 1937
Photo credits: 1) Peonies and Polaroids 2) Unknown source 3) Paul Massey 4) Cherry Blossom Girl 5) Unknown source
All other photos by Paul Massey
Monday, April 20, 2009
Rich gloom slowly exhales a film of faint vapour.
The light bids farewell and departs hastily.
Night winds start to dance wildly
through the blackness.
Stars drown in a lair of purple mist.
Darkness hangs veils of
grey cloud and violet shadows.
A forgotten chill returns.
Winter is nigh.
Photo credit: Weather Underground
Sunday, April 19, 2009
I have a garden of my own
Shining with flowers of every hue
I loved it dearly while alone
But I shall love it more with you
And there the golden bees shall come
In summer time at the break of morn
And wake up their busy hum
Around the Siha’s fragrant thorn
Thomas Moore, 1835
How romantic would it be to marry at dawn – a Spring dawn, with a glorious sunrise winking through the trees; slipping down to meet your groom in a ethereal garden laden with buds and blossoms; embracing under a canopy of thick foliage; climbing roses and towering boughs gleaming in the soft romantic glow of the early sun. It would feel like standing beneath the dome of a great cathedral and declaring your eternal love to each other with the pink and yellow sky above and the glistening sunshine all around. It would be a small gathering – circled only by the loving faces of long-familiar family and friends.
The bride would carry a simple bouquet of fragrant lavender, berries and rosemary tied with vintage lace. She would wear something so fabulous she could and indeed would wear it again and again.
Nothing welcomes Spring more beautifully than dining outside. There is nothing more splendid than a table illuminated with crystal that bounces around a confetti of coloured sunlight and overflows with all kinds of deliciousness.
So, after a relaxed but heart-warming ceremony, laughter and conversation will bubble out as guests indulge in the sweetest champagne and a precious home-made breakfast while soaking up the intoxicating scents of Spring.
On the menu – French toast sprinkled with mixed berries, buttermilk pancakes ladled with cinnamon butter syrup, soft-boiled eggs with asparagus and caviar, warm buttered rolls with salads of chicken and herbs garnished with lemon, sweet, nutty muffins, a delightful spread of cheese, fresh fruit, jams and of course, endless coffee.
For dessert – silver platters dripping with cake, cake and more cake, strawberries and cream served with more champagne, romantic French desserts and old jars still bearing faded French labels filled with truffles.
Faded grandeur and otherworldly beauty is my inspiration. The garden is a place of fantasy and guests will feel as though they were stepping out of a wardrobe and into an enchanted forest.
Antique chandeliers will hang from low branches and catch the first light of day within the crystals and time-worn mirrors with ornate frames and dull glass will lean against tree stumps, enticing you to stare deep into the magical world beyond your reflection.
Food will be served on silver platters, in etched crystal bowls and on mismatched porcelain plates. Tea will be served in dainty porcelain tea cups. An eclectic array of antique candlesticks and a confetti of blossoms and petals will be scattered across the sun-dappled table which will be draped in muslin, vintage lace and gorgeous French linens embroidered by hand.
Hand-made paper garlands made from the pages of old books will hang from the trees. Terracotta pots filled with herbs and lavender will serve as earthen centrepieces, perfuming the air with delicious aromas. The tinkling of silver spoons will chime gently to an old, record player crackling out French folk songs. Guests will be gifted with hand-made soaps and old books of poetry, gorgeously wrapped in lavishly patterned voile and richly-coloured ribbon.
After a slow and sumptuous breakfast, the happy couple will retreat to a quiet corner; with the sun now high and hot, they find coolness in the shade of a big, handsome tree; they stare into the heavens and smile...
"Ah, what happiness it is to be with people who are all happy, to press hands, press cheeks, smile into eyes…And the perfect afternoon slowly ripened, slowly faded, slowly its petals closed".
(Extract from The Garden Party by Katherine Mansfield, 1922)
Friday, April 10, 2009
My latest must-have and well thought-out (Should I buy this trench coat? But the boy already bought me a very similar one for my birthday...it’s not that similar...and...you can never have too many trench coats...and...winter is just around the corner...and...I will be needing lots of warm layers for when we go to New Zealand for our honeymoon)purchase...
I must say it looks slightly better on Penelope but doesn’t everything? I just noticed the shoes...hmmmm
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
The cause? Sadness...it’s crisis overload – emotional crisis, economic crisis, identity crisis; someone you know is dying from cancer; someone you know has just died from cancer; the all too familiar be glad you still have a job; another psychopath on the rampage; another earthquake; another Josef Fritzl (I wonder how many more of these sick beasts that disguise themselves as fathers are out there?); depleting disposable incomes; an unsympathetic property market – and the list goes on...
Image by La Porte Rouge
A cure? If only...But, surely happiness is everywhere if we take a moment to look...
Things that make me happy...
Wedding expenses coming under budget (which makes me wonder whether our budget was way too high to start with)...
Image by La Porte Rouge
Image by the Cherry Blossom Girl
Image by La Porte Rouge
Image by When your Heart Feels and Needs to Speak
And the list goes on...