C H R I S T M A S T I M E .

1. Relaxing on a wharf with clean fresh air and a beautiful view. 2. Picking fresh bunches of daisies to decorate the house. 3. Fishing on Christmas day in the middle of nowhere with my family. 4. Watching the plants next to our pickers hut slash cabin grow higher and higher each year. 5. One of the many things in this world that are even more beautiful on the inside. 6. Reunited with my puppy, Bailey, and enjoying counting the 11 freckles on this nose. 7. Curling up and keeping warm with this big ball of fluff. 8. Discovering an outside pizza oven Dad built hidden within our daisy bushes.

This is just a few of the reasons i love visiting my family in Tasmania for Christmas. Unfortunately i only get to see them once or twice a year but each time i go It's a refreshing reminder to not only enjoy the simple things in life, but also the limited time to you have together. It's makes me realize that sometimes the best kinds of gifts are the ones we take for granted every single day.

So Merry Christmas everyone! I hope you all have a wonderful day and spent it with the ones you love :)))))))

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One thing I’ve learnt and really adore about the blogging world is that when someone admires another's work whether it is photos, words, design or even an idea, we give credit to where it should be given, an unwritten rule and sign of respect. It’s as simple as that. So in saying that, I thought I would share with you one idea I really admire from “The Clothes Horse” where you take one photo every hour to document your day. I absolutely fell in love with the idea and thought it was brilliant, nothing like a new challenge. Seeing as I’m currently in Tasmania visiting the family for Christmas, which is probably the only week of the year that I get to spend my time so carelessly and not feel guilty for doing absolutely nothing, I thought I would try this idea for myself, and surprisingly, it wasn’t as easy at it looks.

Tuesday 23rd:

9am: breakfast: fresh scrambled eggs on buttered toast :)

10am: quickly post some items before christmas.

11am: hand delivering pete’s CV to the australian antartic division.

12pm: road trip home with stops for apple stands.

1pm: some light reading and brainstorming.

2pm: making daisy chains with bailey.

3pm: afternoon walk with bailey to the seaside.

4pm: day dreaming under a blanket of clouds & thinking of luke.

5pm: strolling through some meadows on the way home :)

6pm: picking fresh raspberries from the garden for dessert.


7pm: start cooking dinner /listening to music in the kitchen.

8pm: check my ebay/emails/blog/addictction.

9pm: unwinding with a hot cup of English breakfast.

Such a wonderful week :)

"One day at a time; this is enough."

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Honey, I'm home! Well everyone, my short strip away was exactly that, short. I was reluctant to leave but i am happy, refreshed and feeling a little guilty, actually. Not because i stuffed myself silly with cheese, wine and fudge, but because I only had time to make it to a mere 3 out of 14 possible op shops. But don't worry, I did happen to buy so many new items that i literally wore 6 layers of clothing on the flight home to ensure i wouldn't exceed my baggage allowance. I'm glad i stopped at 3 as there is only so many layers a girl can physically wear.

My weekend away was filled with daisy fields, sitting on cliffs, hitch hiking, home made sushi, road trips, kite flying and hot cups of English breakfast every morning and afternoon. I was in a place where the air is cleaner, the wind is crisp. The people are nicer and the towns are older. A place where little old men will happily refill your petrol and people will comment on the color of the sky and the shades of the grass. When i happened to do so, my mother unknowingly replied "oh yes, the grass is even greener on the other side". And you know what? i couldn't agree with her more :)


{ dress: Maurie and Eve. Boots: Vintage Tony Bianco's. }

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Gary Pepper will be heading south for the weekend. Destination: Hobart, Tasmania. I am aching to see my parents but also secretly dizzy from the thought of Hobart's untouched op shops. Hidden behind brick walls and scattered through out the old city, Hobart is a journey not a destination. The boy and i will be flying out at 6pm tomorrow so i'll be back in three days with photos, meadows, new listings and more than likely hay fever. Au revoir darlings, be back soon.