Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Poor Courtney + new jumpsuit

My dear friend Courtney Love, she of my biggest teenage girl-crush, is poor. She has spent most of her money and is estranged from her daughter. This has not stopped her from being photographed in Paris with a Birkin. Bless.

And to think I nearly vommed when I bought this Zimmermann jumpsuit yesterday. I have so much to learn. 

I will need to hit the spray tanning booth hard, as it shows a lot of skin that hasn't seen the light of day in a long time. But it was so cute, and with three times to wear it to already it has a brilliant cost per wear. In theory. Plus one of those times is my birthday, so it's practically free!

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Sunshine, lolly pops

How amazing is the Sydney weather today? 24 degrees when I got into my car this afternoon! Amazerling.

My boss bought me a pink camera for work. Everyone thinks this is hilarious. I am not amused. I am not a fan of pink.

In medical news:

  • My knee doesn't need an operation, yippee! Just a lot of physio. Is it wrong to think the op would have been a quick fix and I'm dreading constant physio?
  • Had my shots for Bali yesterday afternoon, feel so queasy and my arm is sore. Boohoo. 

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Metallica and Cauliflower Cheese

I need to cancel my ebay account. Or change my password. My CB has become obsessed with purchasing 90s band tshirts to add to his collection. Shit's out of control and I'm kinda over going to the post office! In the past few weeks he's bought Nirvana (Incesticide), Smashing Pumpkins, Gunners (for me, bless) and today not one, but TWO Metallica tshirts arrived. I don't deny I like them (well I do to Mr CB), but when is enough enough?

After DYING at the cauliflower cheese at Little Creatures on the weekend I made it tonight. Where has it been all my life? Well, my life since I started cooking. My mum used to make it all the time and I never thought anything of it. So cheap, so easy. Retrotastic. Perhaps not so healthy, but it's a vegetable, right?

Thinking about my weekend in Malbun, which incidentally already feels like a lifetime ago, I realised it's the first time I have been down there without a filthy hangover. There was the time when I was ill on the national icon that is Ramsay St, the time when I had to run out of a shop on Brunswick St (and not just because they were playing 'Jessie's Girl') and then there was the time with Axl Rose...
I have seen the city in a new, non-ill light. So I didn't spend any time in cool little bars this time, but it's amazing what you can achieve in the day when you are not green. 

Monday, August 16, 2010

A weekend in Malbun

I love how everyone says their 'e's like George from Masterchef. In a genius segue, George was one of the main reasons we hit Melbourne town, to visit Hellenic Republic.
I'm not going to lie to you about how all kinds of awesome his restaurant is, but I am kinda spoilt in the Greek food way, with access to possibly the most ridiculously good food (Greek and otherwise) from the amazing Frida. Sadly she is in Greece at the moment and my neighbours and I feverishly await her return.

I digress.

If you don't have access to fab Greek food on tap then Hellenic Republic may just blow your mind. The orange crema with pistachio praline dessert with chocolate  kourambedes was a mega highlight, it was on the specials list so we were very glad we ordered it, and not the loukamedes we were planning on demolishing.

The Tim Burton exhibit was well worth the trip. My heart did a little flip walking down the stairs and seeing the Edward Scissorhands costume as the first display. Such an imagination, and certainly not your average California- raised boy. The main thing I took away from the day was that Johnny Depp is so tiny. Fantasy shattered.

We scored super comfy lounge chairs at Little Creatures Dining Hall for a late lunch on Saturday (not all that long after finishing a late breakfast) and felt compelled to make the most of them. Cauliflower bake and lamb parcels were moreish,  but room had to be saved to try every single one of the Little Creatures beers on tap. Plus Pipsqueak Cider! The limited run Brown Ale was a bit average, but I won't hold that against them.

Lost of eating, laneway wandering, pub crawling for pots, vintage shopping and laziness made up the rest of the weekend.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

My lunch my lunch my lunch

This was my lunch today. Note the sunshine. It was out for about, oh, 20 seconds today before the clouds and the rain came back. Lucky for me I had two meetings cancelled so I worked from home and got to really enjoy those 20 seconds. 
I have not eaten pasta in a long time. Well, for me. The call of the carb was just too strong today!

Cupcakes from Lizzy B's birthday. Jules made them, isn't she cute? They didn't look so hot the next day when I saw her when I was at the park with Billy and they had been in her car all night. 

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Simon Day + Bonds

He's still got it.

Love this ad for the new Bonds bra. I'm probably a bit over their target age for the actual bra, but the second I heard this ad I ran to the TV just in time to see Simon's beautiful face. Big Day Out 2002. Homebake 1998. Good times.

Marie Claire

Subscription for $39.95? Happy Birthday!

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Goings away

Let's not discuss this God-awful Sydney weather and talk about my upcoming weekend in Melbourne instead. Plans:

  • do the sneaky 'work from home' on Friday, fly down in the morning. 
  • check into the Como (la la) and collect the duck as instructed by an experienced Como- goer
  • spend Friday at Tim Burton exhibition 
  • Friday night dinner at Hellenic Republic. No doubt George will be there and I will tell him all about my Greek rice pudding that is apparently better than Frida's (aka the best Greek cook in the universe) and we will become great friends
  • Saturday, after digesting food, swan around shopping and at some stage go to Little Creatures Dining Hall where all of Mr CB's beer dreams will come true
  • Fill whatever available tummy space we have left with a late breakie and fly home Sunday
Good times! Be gone Sydney cold and rain! I expect Melbourne to be cold and miserable weather wise, this is acceptable. 

Mind you, the weekend brought temperature rises of about 400 degrees, and it seemed every man and his dog descended on my suburb in far too little clothing in shock. So this rain has some benefits. 


Sunday, August 8, 2010

Week in pictures

Can you believe it's August already? Christmas will be here before we know it.
My first week in August has looked like this:

Some little leftover carpet burns from my tumble down the stairs last week
Love love love getting mail that doesn't require payment of a bill or filling in of some form
  • STYD mag
  • Tarina Tarantino skull earrings and Stella McCartney sunnies from ebay
  • More high quality viewing in the form of Gossip Girl from Quickflix. Seriously the best service ever for lazites like me
Florence and the Machine at the Enmore on Friday.
Amazing. I was in shock at the crowd (groups of grown, non-gay men singing every word to every song etc) and still in shock at her voice. I enjoyed her more last tour, she seems to have lost a bit of her innocence that contrasts so strongly with THAT voice, but she is still head and shoulders above (geddit?) any act I have seen in a long time. 

My boots waiting impatiently for Florence to take the stage

. I had lost interest in Ernest Ellis by then. Are they are Christian band? Surely they wouldn't be covering the Doors if they were?

Saturday, August 7, 2010

Why Carpet Burns?

Time for a new blogging start. I have a livejournal that I have had for years and years, but stopped using it last year when I went on a big holiday. Since then a fair bit has changed. I look back at those posts and it's like I'm reading the ranting of a different person. The whole point of a blog is probably to look back and cringe, but it feels like it's time for a different type of cringing.

Carpet Burns sounds like my name. It was once called out across the office and someone thought I was being called. The same girl also once confused 'garlic burps' as my name, but we'll leave that alone.
I also get a lot of them (carpet burns, not garlic burps)/


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