Friday Fantasy

image from vainandvapid

This is what I'll be wearing to a client meeting on my very last day as a headhunter, after which I'll hang up my bow and arrow for good. 

New Friends

Considering I hardly make friends and generally hate the concept of introducing new things in my life, I've done quite well this month with this motley lot.

Gargoyle from The Pickled Fairy, a magical shop in Freo, courtesy of Janice my sister-in-law.

The Grey Converse who walked home with me one skiving afternoon.

About a hundred strangers from all over the world.

It Feels Like Christmas

The weather's gone all haywire. Floods in June, cool breezy afternoons in July. As long as I'm not robbed of my Christmas weather come December, it can rain all day every day in summer for all I care.

Creepy of the Year

Just when I thought the last good horror film had left the building, I chanced upon Joel Anderson's 2008 creepy Lake Mungo about a young girl who drowns while camping. E was decidedly spooked. I hear Hollywood has bought the rights to the film.

Please. Spare. Us.

Nights In with Urla

Rating: 93

2008 Pinot Noir, a tad young to drink perhaps but being the wine ignorami that we are, the evening wind blowing all caution to the stars, we thought, why not.

It doesn't disappoint. A wonderful nose redolent of summer sun, raisins, tobacco and a hint of something that just escapes me. I'd swear there was Cabernet in there, perhaps two generations of vines gone by. Saucy, just nicely bright. Beautiful tight structure, splendid finish.

I left my Heart in....

The month of May was marked by a magical trip to a place I'd forgotten for seven years but which I am very grateful to reconnect with: Margaret River.

It was a week-long celebration of both our birthdays, my 27th and his 38th (hah!), with languid lunches at the wineries, sticky afternoon ice creams in the park and jolly good fish and chips at our favourite chippy.

I've not been the same again since I've returned.

More and more, the desire to work in one's underwear fills my thoughts not every day now, but every moment.

The Line-Up

8 new buys of the weekend.

Something old, something new.