Addictions

Forgive me father for I have sinned...(sorry I can't escape my Catholic upbringing) despite the fact we're saving for our hut, we couldn't help ourselves this week.

Exhibit 1:

This super cute koala friend was waiting at a local market on our drive down to the block. I had already predicted I might struggle with fighting the urge to collect tea cosies here. Besides how could I resist him- and he keeps my first one company now.

Exhibit 2:

Continuing on with our obsession for 50's Danish modern furniture, we started hunting around Hobart for an appropriate sideboard. Not entirely happy with the range we started googling yesterday, and found this. Unlike the ones we had seen around town that were veneer it is made of solid myrtle, and matches our table. It was designed by Fred Ward, during his time at Myer Heritage Furniture. Finding this style of furniture has peaked my interest in 1950's Australian furniture design, and has given us some direction in our bargain hunting.

So in a reckless moment we clicked the buy it now option on ebay.

Now we just have to work out how to get it from Melbourne to here! Luckily my aunt doesn't mind babysitting it until we do.

So in confessing my little moments of weakness to you I have found absolution.
Do I have to do penance?

Into the light

Rob and I had a bit of a play with the camera on the weekend- the sunlight was coming through from another room.

My cute mini-daffodils have just started, and a recent find at the Antiques warehouse, my first proper tea cup.

Winter, actually...

I may have been a bit premature in my announcement of spring in my last post.
Winter is back with a vengeance this week in Tasmania.
But that’s ok.
It means I can snuggle under my Waverley woollen mill blanket on the couch with a heat pack.
It means waking up to check out the crispy white frosting on Mt Wellington.
It means slow cooking lamb necks with spices and sweet potato and eating it on couscous.
It means delicate pink flowers on my camellias.
It means mash potato, with everything!
It means Rob gets to wear the scarf it took me 3 years to knit.
It means fat furry flower buds on my Magnolia, with a promise of pretty starry flowers to come.
It means muddy paw prints inside the house, although Nigella does stop sometimes to have then towel dried.
Finally, it means that moment of total bliss as I bake myself on the electric blanket as I hop into bed.

Spring

Snowflake Photo: R. Wiltshire


Lemon Meringue Pie

Savoy cabbage with our bargain find at Salamanca- a Le Creuset frypan

Flowering quince Photo: R. Wiltshire

Last weekend felt like Spring, the Snowflakes and Flowering quince are out.

We cooked a Lemon meringue pie for a family lunch, piping the meringue made it look like a sea anemone. Sadly there were no left overs!

We found a bargain frypan at a second hand stall at Salamanca which made us pretty happy. I bought some cute little bottles of pear juice, and although the juice was nice all I wanted was to use the bottles as mini vases.

Can't wait for spring to start for real. Particularly looking forward to the longer days.