Month: May 2015

  • Out and About In New York. At Home in Sydney.

    Out and About In New York.  At Home in Sydney.

    We’ve been making the most of the great indoors at SSG Manor this weekend. Bed socks are serving double duty as running around the house socks. And the kitchen’s been the place to hang. Breakfast at home… There was a bit of a crisis at our local Italian cafe on Saturday.  With a burst water…

  • The Sunny Days of May. Cooking.

    The Sunny Days of May.  Cooking.

    It’s been lovely having the full two weeks off work. The sun’s been out making rainbows on the most unexpected surfaces. Whilst indoors, the grocers are radiant with all kinds of blooms.  I had no idea how beautiful kale flowers were. With that bit of time up my sleeve, cooking hasn’t felt like a chore…

  • High Tea at the Shops. Other Shops.

    High Tea at the Shops.  Other Shops.

    Neither the timing nor the breaking were the best, to be honest. My Australis AConTour palette, her time on this earth was too short. There I was feeling so smug about my responsible buying at Sephora, Columbus Circle the other day.  Now here I am one and a quarter pans (the ones I use most,…

  • There’s No Place Like Home. Through the Looking Glass. The Met.

    There’s No Place Like Home.  Through the Looking Glass.  The Met.

    Doesn’t take long to get back into old routines, does it? There’s something very grounding about that first grocery run after a trip overseas. But it is lovely to be home. Where skinny caps come with cocoa on top. How they do a skinny cap in Double Bay. As opposed to the strangely ‘topless’ affairs…

  • Over on the West Side.

    Over on the West Side.

    Where has the last week gone? Sailed through JFK earlier today, past the temptations of a Dermalogica vending machine. Fulfilled my chocolate and gelati quota on the plane whilst watching ‘Dior and I’.  Which is a must see, by the way.  11/10. And now I’m in LAX with some good wifi and a fancy actual…

  • SSG Shops…. NYC.

    SSG Shops…. NYC.

    It’s been one blog post a while since we talked about New York and shopping, hasn’t it? One of my favourite scenes of this city.  Lanes full of yellow taxis cruising along the backdrop of tone on tone greys. No really.  Okay, maybe it just feels that way to me.  Living on New York City time…

  • Shake Shack. Central Park. HMBalmaination.

    Shake Shack.  Central Park.  HMBalmaination.

    The city is wearing a fine cape of fog this morning. And I’m in my room watching HBO HD.  Which was fine when it was Game Of Thrones last night but is getting pretty confronting with today’s plastic surgery improvements reality TV show called.. Botched.  It’s got a strange kind of charm to it.  Beats…

  • Hello, Finally, From New York.

    Hello, Finally, From New York.

    Hello, finally, from New York. Where I’m sitting in my hotel room trying to regroup in a city that literally does not sleep.  My soundtrack is the incessant beeping of car horns, jack hammers, the sirens of police vehicles and the whoosh of elevators and all the other machinery that keeps a hotel going.  Ironically,…

  • Still Here. Heel Lock.

    Still Here.  Heel Lock.

    That was a quick flight to New York.     Nah, not really. I’m still in Sydney. In the airport. Been here since I crossed the Iron Cove around six this morning and finally managed to catch the sunrise on my iPhone camera. There’s been some kind of complicated technical issue with the hydraulics of…

  • All Packed.

    All Packed.

    It’s taken a very long day of aimless wandering between my suitcases,  wardrobe, laptop and the bank (who finally found my missing greenbacks at 3.40pm today) but I think I’m packed. There’s a pleasing number of bare coat hangers on by bed as well as the unearthing of quite a few new things I’d squirelled…