Sweet Little Something

An end of week ritual – a wordless post, a personal photograph that captures a moment to be savoured, relished and preserved for looking back on. One photograph from Hannah, in the Southern Hemisphere and one from Ria, in the Northern Hemisphere. Feel free to post your questions, thoughts and comments. Have a great weekend!

From Hannah:

From Ria:

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A Walk in the Woods

Today, another thankful list. And a walk in the woods, which tends to make me feel thankful anyway.

1. Growing up on the West Coast of Canada. Finding other places just as nice, but coming back here to raise a family. Realizing why.

2. Rain. Love/hate it, but really love it. Sound on roof, shine on deck and leaves, clear drops on cedar needles.

3. Having a great, great partner. Forgiving him for his movember ‘stache because the longer he has it, the more likeable it becomes. In an eighties porn star kind of way.

4. Getting to go back to places where old friends and old memories still live in my mind. Our dog looked at this view with us many times. And then shook himself dry–and us soaking wet.

5. Succeeding. Trying. Succeeding. Trying. Trying. Succeeding.

XO

Ria

Manly Brunch

With a title like that, what are you imagining? Beer and bacon butties? Blokes and blinis? Well, I hate to disappoint but Manly is a place in this case, not an adjective. I know, I know..sorry! But it’s a great place. A perfect place, you could say, to spend a summery Sunday. Most of Sydney seems to agree with me – Manly was packed to the gills this weekend. The sun draws the crowd and the crowd is pretty gorgeous, which draws even more crowds.

We started our day pretty early as per usual. Walking down the beach, in the bright morning light, the amount of people enjoying the beach and the rays was inspiring. That is what I love about Sydney – sun and sea are its very best features and the locals don’t take one lick of either for granted.

We stumbled across a beachside cafe that had a view of the pines and the sea, room enough for B1 to wriggle and scramble and make a mess, and loads of delicious brunch food. Yes, please! It is called The Rope and Anchor, part of Hotel Steyne, with old beams, exposed brick and industrial lights. Likey.

B1 was absolutely busting to dash out to the sand but her mean Mama made her have breakfast first. She smashed a banana smoothie to appease me.

Matt did, in fact, have quite a manly brunch – ham and egg wrap with hollandaise dipping sauce. He was making those noises that you make when your mouth is full and your taste-buds impressed. Something like: “Arrrgghh, oh wow, hmmm, gaarrrhhh, so good..”

I had the bircher muesli with hulking great spoonfuls of greek yoghurt. It was lovely. Check out that pretty plate! I had a quick thought while I looked at our meals side by side – Matt always gets something savoury, with egg, and I always get something sweet or sweetish, with lots of carbs. How about you and yours? I’m always giving Matt eye-rolls for being a creature of habit but I think I might be too. I shouldn’t be such a meanie to him really, he is always wrangling the babettes while I swan about ooh-ing and ahh-ing and taking photos.

Is there nothing better than a Sunday brunch? It used to be all about sharing the newspaper in happy silence, now it’s about stuffing bits of muffin into little mouths, picking bits of muffin off the floor, asking for a takeaway bag for leftover muffin and apologising for the muffin mess that remains! But it’s still a great meal out and a wonderful way to start the day. Especially when you’re in a beautiful place and the sun is shining and the surf is crashing. I’d take that any Sunday. Wouldn’t you?

Sweet Little Something

An end of week ritual – a wordless post, a personal photograph that captures a moment to be savoured, relished and preserved for looking back on. One photograph from Hannah, in the Southern Hemisphere and one from Ria, in the Northern Hemisphere. Feel free to post your questions, thoughts and comments. Have a great weekend!

From Hannah:

From Ria:

The Time Machine

So this weekend little e and I escaped to the city so DH and a friend could put in a closet in one of our upstairs bedrooms. It’s our mission to move up there because the rooms are nicer, the light is better and little e can have her own room instead of her crib taking up most of my office.

I arrived home to find a fully framed-in, drywalled closet, like magic. My role was to handle the childcare for 48 hours, so I definitely got the best part of the deal.

Closet pre-drywall

But here’s the best bit: while taking out a cabinet, DH discovered several ancient artifacts. The house was build around 1910 and we think renovations to the upper floor happened between the 20s and 50s, which explains these:

The big paper is some kind of newsletter from 1957 which starts by talking about some annual general meeting and then goes into numerous fifties-style jokes. –Oh, you want to hear one? Swell!

“A woman stormed into the manager’s office in a New York department store and demanded her money back.

‘The dress I bought has moth holes in it,” she said. ‘The sales clerk says there’s nothing she can do.’

‘She’s right,’ said the manager.

‘But what about the notice right on the sales slip–money cheerfully returned if not satisfactory?’

‘Sure,’ said the manager. ‘But there’s nothing wrong with your money.'”

But below is my favourite artifact–I mean, what? I’m itching to take it down to the city archives to find out what it means and when exactly it’s from.

And isn’t this the most horrible and wonderful linoleum you’ve ever seen?

I can’t contain my glee when things like this happen. I thought for a while I’d like to be an archaeologist (still would in my dreams), and this is as close as I’ll probably get. Because isn’t that what we want as writers–perfect moments captured in time? Maybe I wanted to be an archaeologist because I wanted to discover stories. As a writer I get to do that too, just not by digging in the ground. You may recall my fondness for writing prompts (sorry, it’s the teacher and writing student in me). Isn’t this discovery of frozen history the raddest writing prompt ever? Maybe bested by the dog magazine, gun cleaner and box of bullets we found in the attic two years ago, but anyway–still amazing! If I let my mind wander, I can hear the conversation that went on while picking out that lino. Likely by a couple named Bert and Mabel. I better go write it down…

XO

Ria

Marrickville Market

Right, that’s it. This is getting ridiculous. I’m adding a category – Markets & Food stores. Because Sydney is full to the brim of them! It’s quite astonishing the riches a foodie can find here. I’m running around like a person who’s never eaten before, taking photos like I’m at the Taj Mahal. But you understand, I know you do.

Today I bring you Marrickville Organic Food and Farmer’s Market. Come wander down the leafy lanes with me.

Marrickville Market runs every Sunday from 8am – 3pm at the Addison Road Community Centre, right next to this cool place: Reverse Garbage. I didn’t get a chance to have a look at Reverse Garbage due to young children rubbing their eyes and turning into Tasmanian devils so that gives me an excellent excuse to go back. For this visit I was wholly focussed on The Market. And filling my tum. Of course.

The challenging part was making a choice. Gozlame, hot lamb rolls with gravy, tarts and pies, ice-blocks…

Soda bread, corn fritters, quesadillas, olives, cakes, pasta, cheese….

I settled on a corn fritter, loaded with herbs and yoghurt and relish. I got so excited I forgot to take a photo of it. Bad blogger, tut tut! I was distracted by too many interesting things to look at. Like this little market regular, peeking out at me.

Or the thought of having a haircut. Next to the chai tent. As you do.

B1, clearly possessing her Mama’s DNA, was also transfixed. She ate fresh strawberries and got the juice all down her t-shirt. Then she had a “polar bear lemonade” (hand-made and frozen in a pouch, brilliant invention). She checked out stalls with secondhand books and clothes and helped me pick out a wooden bowl made of  Camphor Laurel, which smells amazing by the way.  She ran down aisles, smelled and touched everything.

Then she spotted Toddler Heaven. Ponies. Lots and lots of Ponies. Matt has always joked about B1 having him wrapped around his little finger and that she could merely smile at him and he would cave : “Okay, I’ll buy you a pony.” But even with B1’s charms there is no way we are adding a pony to our tiny abode. Besides, she doesn’t really know what a pony is yet. Ahem, until now…

So you can see why I am enamoured with Sydney right at this very moment. Where else can you find an food market with piles and piles of organic fruit and vegetables, a plethora of brunch options, a hairdresser and…pony rides??! Is it too corny to write: “there’s something for everyone in the family to enjoy”? Cliche? Tick. The Truth? Tick! I only wish you were here to see it with me. You would have been beside yourself, you really would. I bought chilli linguine to take home and only wished I’d bought chocolate tart and chai tea.

Next time.

HUGS, Hannah x

Sweet Little Something

An end of week ritual – a wordless post, a personal photograph that captures a moment to be savoured, relished and preserved for looking back on. One photograph from Hannah, in the Southern Hemisphere and one from Ria, in the Northern Hemisphere. Feel free to post your questions, thoughts and comments. Have a great weekend!

From Hannah:

From Ria: