Summer prep

Summer prep

Long time no blog. You’ll find me buried in a giant pile of yarn. I’m trying to get as much knitting in before warmer weather starts. Seemingly I only knit when it’s cold. Although on my recent Melbourne trip, I started prepping for my summer wardrobe.

I bought a bunch of espadrilles in Melbourne. I couldn’t help it, they was a sample sale. Soludos usually retail for $70, but these were one off pairs that were down to the low, low price of $30 each. How could I say no? I purchased 3 pairs in total. Whoops.

I got a pair of flatforms (so comfy), summer stripes and my personal favourite, coffee espadrilles in a seashell pink. Seriously. I cannot deal. I just had to have them. They are a collaboration between Jason Polan and Soludos.

Have you bought anything for summer?

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Summer in bloom

Summer in bloom

It’s not even lunch time and I’m feeling a bit indifferent about this entire day. It’s a balmy 29ºC outside. Although it feels much warmer (+ muggy). On the plus side it seems that my tropical flowering trees/plants are loving it and are on full bloomin’ mode. Not complaining. I love them and will lop them off and put them in a vase first chance I get :D

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I know you aren’t meant to cut and vase frangipani, but I couldn’t resist chopping off the bright pink and yellow blossoms that appeared on my tree and putting it in a bowl vase. Of course it didn’t last for very long but left the room with an amazing scent. Also, am still loving my gold scissors from Hay.

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Mish mash of thoughts + SUMMER IS HERE!

Mish mash of thoughts + SUMMER IS HERE!

Have you ever walked past someone who looks oddly similar to someone you know? But then you realise that they look like an older version of someone you know? Call me crazy, but I feel as though I’ve experienced it a bunch of times lately. Random thought. Now back to our regular schedule.

The weather yesterday was absolutely nutty. It was sunny and hot in the morning, and a complete deluge by 5pm. The rain around my building was in fact going sideways and even upwards. An umbrella would have been useless. A bunch of people stood there at the door just watching the rain pass. Unlucky for me, the trains weren’t running. Or well. They were, but super delayed and very intermittently. It seemed like tropical equator-like weather.

The taste of summer was lovely. I can’t wait for sunny days by the beach with ice cold beer + fish and chips. These photos were taken last summer at Watsons Bay. Doyles have the best battered fish in my opinion.

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I’ve switched the heater for an electric fan which is humming away, spreading a cool breeze much to my relief. In a way I’m looking forward to summer. Sculptures by the Sea has begun, and I can’t wait to go for a visit.

I need to get me a Moleskine for next year. Or a diary of some sort. Calendars have popped up in those little stalls you find at the supermarket. It is that transitional time of the year where you start preparing for the next. I’m finding years go by much quicker now than when I was in school. Why is that?

Summer is slowly creeping in.

Summer is slowly creeping in.

Although it technically is still Spring, yesterday was the most glorious weekend I’ve encountered in quite some time. I had no real plans this weekend. We pondered what to do on Saturday, and decided it would be best to laze around at home in the garden. H and I tended to the herbs. As empty and shallow as it is to say, it feels quite rewarding seeing plants flourish. I know it isn’t my doing, but more rather the fertiliser that propagates growth.

Sunday was somewhat impromptu. I knew I had to pick up my laptop from work during the day. We decided to have a last minute picnic at Watson’s Bay. It really is deserving of its own post, so I’ll leave it there for now. I wish I was on vacation again. I’m feeling like being transported back to Tasmania amongst the purple richness of the lavender farm. A girl can only dream.