A few quick snaps from this weekend in Melbourne featuring ‘Porgie & Mr. Jones’ catch-up brunch with my absolute nearest and dearest, pretty flowers I saw in the city whilst ‘running errands’ @ work but actually just drinking coffee & taking photos & a few things currently lying around in my room pre Sunday-arvo-cleanup (also known as procrasti-cleaning; where cleaning is > than learning)…
Continue reading ➞ Brunch & Flowers Just Because
Anyone who has been following my blog for more than 5 seconds would know by now I have a slightly uncomfortable (perhaps even verging on unhealthy) obsession with tea (just to be clear majority of my friendship group equally shares this obsession so I have come to believe this tea-infatuation is entirely reasonable and necessary).
Continue reading ➞ When in doubt, Tea it out
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This morning’s multitasking included watching re-runs of the ever inspiring and always-fashionable Carrie Bradshaw, whilst endeavouring to organise my life/ bedroom/ calendar/ diary/ existence and attempting to slowly but surely prepare myself mentally (but more importantly, physically) for a big day of learning (not really) at uni. Whilst in this ridiculous state of mind I found myself falling into a world of inspiration where it was obvious that there was no chance any of the above activities would be completed and instead it was far more logical to conduct an impromptu photo-shoot of some of the beautiful pieces and things I had received over recent months (**Details below photos).
Continue reading ➞ Macaroons, Tea & Multitasking
MONDAY: We meet again… another fun-filled; cocktail-induced weekend of gallivanting around Melbourne becomes all but a distant memory. Gone are the moments of spontaneity and letting loose and all that is left is a discouraging floor-drobe reminding me of the fight I had with my wardrobe on Friday night, pre-Chapel-Street-adventures.
There is something so lackadaisical, even soul crushing about the commencement of a Monday. The sun doesn’t shine as bright on a Monday, coffee doesn’t taste as good on a Monday and well, forget about any possibility of a good hair day (especially after a big weekend of leaving your wallet at the club and your dignity on the dance-floor) because that is just not going to happen for you on a Monday.
Although there is no cure to Monday-itis, my perfectly placed (and by no means pre-organised) collection of tiffany-blue favourites is slightly subsiding the pain. Not to mention my morning tea tastes so much better served in elegant, classical, Royal Albert China…It is unlikely I will ever drink from a normal teacup again.
Borsch, Vodka & Tears** – starring the ‘best of the 80’s’ in the form of an over-embellished neckpiece…
Please meet the best vintage necklace I have ever found in my mum’s closet to date (note: she has a big closet so it is plausible that I may find something better at a later point in time…) & a collection of a few photographs I took whilst sipping on ‘Something wicked this day comes’ and eating authentic eastern European cuisine.
**Think, romanticised bar like restaurant with obscure mismatched interior, a cocktail list longer than your ‘To Do’ list and waiters who may or may not be of Polish/Russian decent…
Continue reading ➞ Something Wicked This Day Comes
What uni? What job? A spontaneous mid-week road trip to Healesville seems like a far more logical way to spend our hump day. What else were four 20-something girls meant to do with this mid-winter-sunshine, an available car and a CD filled with 90’s hits? We simply did not have any other choice but to get in that car, sing-along to that music, drink that coffee and go on an adventure.
While in Healesville, we visited the beautiful Innocent Bystander Winery; TarraWarra Estate Winery and yes we may or may not have taken every single opportunity possible to embark on an impromptu photo-shoot but, well, you can decide for yourself whether or not that was the case…
ENJOY x x x
Continue reading ➞ Spontaneous Mid-week Road Trip
The smoothie-culture in Melbourne is no laughing matter; students, teenagers, & lots of easily influenced women (same ones who think ‘cosmopolitan magazine is the bible’) have spent morning after morning waking up to the sound of violently blended fruit. Nothing says ‘good morning’ quite like the sound of your entire fridge contents being pulverised into a thick-fruity-juice-like-consistency.
We smoothie-fanatics are well and truly under the impression that fruit, nuts, yogurt, honey, milk – really anything – will only taste good and be of any health or benefit to our body only after it has been crushed, blended, & combined into what we like to call the ‘healthy smoothie’. Without this healthy smoothie in our life how would we keep fit? How would we get our daily intake of dairy, fruit and veg? What would one use a blender for if not simply to make a smoothie? These are all questions we smoothie-enthusiasts do not feel comfortable answering nor even acknowledging. We are simply not ready to imagine a world without smoothies.
It is likely that I am a not-so-closeted smoothie-addict; and also that I am one blended-fruit drink off proclaiming: ‘Hi, my name is Jess and I am a smoothie-addict’ to a room full of ashamed ‘smooth-aholics’… but, well, that is a conversation for another day… Meanwhile, to all my fellow smoothie-lovers here is a collection of some photos I took of my favourite morning blends.
Continue reading ➞ Smoothie-Culture & Melbourne
When I was a kid I used to get so excited for my birthday, I would start the count down around 68 days prior to the event. Every day I would remind my parents that my birthday was coming up soon, so they better start preparing for it… As if there was a chance they would actually forget my birthday… and everyday they would respond saying ‘Yes, Jessica Darling, we know, we won’t forget’. Each year my birthday would be more glorious and exciting than the last, but the minute it was over I was always so sad. Is that it? I used to think. One measly day is all I get? So one cold-winters evening, as the event was fast approaching, young innocent me formulated the perfect birthday plan. I would make my special day last a whole week (Note: the week was called Jessmikkah named after the Jewish Holiday Hanukkah) and each day would have a name making it equally as important as the last (think, Jessica Eve, Boxing Jessica Day… etcetera).
Continue reading ➞ JESSMIKKAH & MELBA
In an attempt to hold on to every last inch of freedom we can squeeze out of the holidays (disregarding the fact that Uni has actually already begun for the semester – I am currently in denial…) my girlfriend’s and I decided a good old fashion ‘girls night’ was in order. With my brightest red lipstick and highest of winter-bootie-heel present, it was time to hit the town. Disclaimer: I would just like to apologise in advance and I take no responsibility if the following photos make you crave Gelato Messina Ice-Cream, overpriced cocktails, Spanish Tapas from Bomba Downstairs or perhaps your own girl’s night out… That is all.
Enjoy .. xx*
Continue reading ➞ Bomba, Girls & Cream
Days where I am not running ’round town trying to find Melbourne’s best brew or the perfect smashed avo and feta on toast, I am busy cooking up a storm in the kitchen…And by ‘cooking’ what I actually mean is I can make salads, smoothies, and the occasional self-assembled sandwich… But we will attend to my cooking abilities (or lack thereof) in due course. Here is a compilation of all the pretty-foody things that come out of my kitchen when I am supposed to be studying but find myself procrasti-eating/cooking/baking instead… Enjoy *x
Continue reading ➞ Pretty-Foody-Things