Detox Sunday

I feel like this weekend was filled with too many of those aforementioned marshmallows, so I deemed today detox Sunday in prep for the week ahead.  The below highlights the scenic moments of the day, I'll spare sharing pictures of the bathroom tiles now sans bathroom scum (my crowning achievement of today).

New flowers for the week

C and I walked the City2Surf route today in a bid to get fit (yes, my legs feel like they're about to fall off).  Some glorious person on Old South Head Rd has this wonderful, generous bubbler outside their house!

Restorative piles of falafels and hummus on the balcony after our walk - when Sydney has days like this in the middle of winter it makes me forget all about that rain.

The week gone by

Yes I do realise the aptness of my last blog post also being my only post for the whole of last week - clearly not taking my laptop home is really not working out for me.  My comprimise is that I'll only take it home on weekends and try to line my posts up for the week.  I am pretty confident I'm going to fail at this so why don't I just post a bunch of pictures of the week gone by.

Complimentary homemade marshmallows to finish of a dinner at Neutral Bay Bar & Dining - the North Shore definitely needs more places like this!

C is back from SF!  We went out for Mexican to celebrate, and it was nice to see twos of everything we ordered.

An amazing whole baked snapper at a wonderful friend's place - not only was it delicious but I am always impressed with anyone who can buy and bake a whole fish, it seems like such a grown up thing to do!

This is my favourite dress that I secretly wish I could wear every day (yep, I bought it from that time I was at Zara) - it looks great with black tights and doesn't require ironing.

Broadcasting

"A blog is a broadcast, not a publication.  If it stops moving, it dies."

This is from Andrew Sullivan, via swissmiss once again.  Am posting this primarily for myself as a reminder to post - it's not the enthusiasm for blogging that I'm lacking but in a bid to reduce my screen-time I've made a resolution to never take my laptop home on weeknights.  It's been one night and I'm already doubtful (am typing this from work).

Weekend ritual

I always feel better prepared for the week ahead when there are fresh flowers in our apartment.  Going out and buying flowers also gives me a handy excuse to delay tidying up and making sure I have clean underwear for the week, i.e. doing the things I actually need to do before the week ahead, so yes replacing the flowers has become my weekend ritual.

I normally get them at the markets, but as I was also picking up flowers as a gift for a friend I treated myself to a florist.

Poppies waiting to hatch

Out with old, trimming up the new

I always bundle up the old flowers in the wrapping from the new flowers

New flowers for the week.  Yep, I can go do my laundry now.

Don't threaten me

Oh Sydney, what is wrong with you?

My uniform of the last few days: trench, boots, umbrella

"Don't threaten me with love, baby.  Let's just go walking in the rain."

Thanks Billie Holiday.