BIRTHDAY GIRL.

I'm not sure if I've said this before, but I absolutely love birthdays. I love my own birthday. I love other people's birthdays. And I especially love cake. 

This cake was ridiculously tasty. I think it was Hazelnut Brown Butter.  But whatever it was, it sure didn't last long. My birthday was so wonderful, I spent time with all my favourite people and got some amazing presents, which I will share with you soon. For now I need to return to my cake-induced coma.

WHAT WE DO IN OUR HOME.

So I think I've found them. My favourite scrambled eggs. They're light, but at the same time creamy and billowy and magical. And they were right under my nose all this time. They're made in a little place called my kitchen, by a little person named me, with a lot of help from Julia.

There is not really a strict recipe, it's really all about three things:

1) A good pan; my favourite is from Tas Catering Supplies.
2) Fresh eggs; straight from the chicken, if you're into that. If you're not, market fresh will suffice.
3) Good butter; Ashgrove 'Traditional Farmhouse' Butter is heaven (We eat this stuff like cheese in our house).

I like mine with chives and a mixture of cream/milk. And a lot of butter; butter makes it better. Mix your ingredients, heat the butter and away you go. Just don't stir too much, three times at most, and take them off when they're slightly runnier than you like as they will harden a little more while you spread your toast. Practice also makes perfect, mine looked like crap the first time, but they got better, much better.

 This was another especially nice Tassie morning. Perfect weather for these eggs, some freshly squeezed orange juice (The hard way; I really need a juicer), and a fresh copy of Vogue. Getting up early (early for me is 9am), really gets me in the mood to leave the study-dungeon that is my house and do things. Ursula and I had a lovely afternoon shopping. She also shares my love of butter, food in general and spontaneous afternoon ciders, you should visit her blog. 

Ursula is Wearing:

 Jacket: Dangerfield

Top: Restyled by Ursula.

Sunglasses: Sportsgirl

In other news, a package arrived for me this morning that contained my birthday dress, which I'm so very excited to wear out on Saturday. A little sneak peek is below, as well as some shoes that I may have accidentally purchased to go with it, but more on those later.

SECOND DAY OF SPRING.

The first day of spring in Tassie was awful, but the second one was beautiful! I spent the day eating out, shopping and drinking cider. We just got our very first Wittner in Hobart, and my friend and I had to try so hard not to open our wallets.

My new haircut also feels very spring-like. It's so refreshing not to have a long tangly mane getting in my way.

Shirt: Vintage

Pants: Maxim

Blazer: Zara

Shoes: Camper 'Kim' Shoes in Red

Clutch: Vintage, from Thrush
Lips: Chanel 'Rouge Allure'

Thrush is one of my favourite Etsy stores. I'm currently coveting almost everything in the small folder, but mainly these oxfords. The eternal argument of 'to buy or not to buy' is currently wavering on the buy side, the main excuse being 'It's not like another pair of shoes would hurt... and it is almost my birthday!!.'

Little Pippi is also the perfect accessory to this outfit, unfortunately she was more interested in the birds than in posing.

GREEN EGGS AND HAM.

I've already spoken about my addiction to scrambled eggs and my mission to find the best in Hobart. This week my addiction took me to Machine Laundry Cafe to try their 'old new egg dish'. I was actually a little disappointed, this dish seemed to have it all; garlic sourdough, beetroot relish, fetta and rocket scrambled eggs. But something was just a little off, and the eggs were a little green-ish in colour. Perhaps my expectations were just a little too high. 

But saying that, everything else I have ever eaten there has been ridiculously good. I counselled my friend into the french toast, which I've had numerous times before, and has never failed me. 

In other news, I've been engaging in a little extra-university reading, which is so refreshing, since there are so many books that have been just begging me to devour them. These two were purchased today, somewhat hastily, as it is my birthday next week and I think I've been telling people that I wanted these... 

I'm already tearing through 'Gaysia' by Benjamin Law, after owning it for a grand total of six hours. I was that girl giggling on the bus on the way home about fifty-year old men having threesomes in public by the pool of their all-nudist Balinese hotel. It's fantastic already, completely hilarious and so meticulously written. I leave you with Pippin & Max engaging in some synchronized snoozing.

 

LAST WINTER.

I move house too much. These pictures are from about three houses ago. They're also some of the last pictures of me with long hair, really long hair. About three weeks ago I went a little crazy. After a particularly bad morning of knots and birds nests and tears and actually physically snapping a comb off in my hair; I gave up. I decided it was all too much. I was going to chop it all off. And so I did. More pictures of that to come. 

Shirt: Country Road

Cardigan: Damsel Vintage

Skirt: Damsel Vintage

Shoes: Wittner

Umbrella: Relaquaire, Latrobe

I owe most of my penchant for vintage clothes to Damsel Vintage. I can't really remember how I stumbled across the facebook page, but since then it has grown into a beautiful online shop, that you can find here. This skirt is one of my favourite purchases from Damsel Vintage.  

The store owner Ruby, is also lovely and the gorgeous hand-written thankyou notes are the best. Alfie also appreciated the pretty wrapping. She is unforunately not with us anymore, but luckily we have thousands of photos to remember her by!

BLOOM.

I don't like it when things are calm and quiet. The silence and lack of drama drives me crazy. Lately things have been so content that I am just waiting for the shit to hit the fan.

Enter my urge to start trouble.
To wreck or mess something so that I feel comfortable again.
Like a pig in the mud.
I'm happy in the mud.
Perhaps that's why I want to be a psychologist, so I can wallow in other people's mud.

I also tend to compulsively shop when things get quiet, so I'll have some new things to show you next time! But for now, I just have to try not to create mess, and to just smell the flowers.

GREEN SHOES & BAD NAILS.

I'm developing a slight pattern.

I go into the shoe store, I pick up the pair of shoes I've been eyeing off for weeks, I try them on, I like them, I'm just about to take them home with me, I then decide to purchase a completely different pair, that are usually green or some slight variation on green. End pattern.

Here is the most recent example of my compulsive green shoe purchasing pattern.

 

Nethertheless, I love them. And have been wearing them even in the most inappropriate of situations. The plus side is they make me so tall, that I am almost at my Boyfriend's height.  It's like a whole new world up here.

A few more recent purchases include Butter 'Come to Bed Red', 'Artful Dodger' and 'Trout Pout'. Haven't brought myself to wear the pink yet, considering it's against my morals.

 

My nails have been awfully dry and peely lately, so after trawling the vogue forums I decided to purchase the Essie crystal nail file, and OPI's Nail Envy - Sensitive & Peeling Polish. Any other tips for peely nails?! It's driving me mad!

NEW ADDITIONS & NEW ADDICTIONS.

I would like to introduce you to the newest member of our little family, Pippin. She's a tiny little British Blue Cross who loves food even more than her mother. She's going to be quite a fat cat I can already tell, but like a sausage dog, low and round.

In other news, we have moved house yet again. It brings our grand total up to five houses in less than two years. Some might say we like it. I think I'm a little addicted. I love setting up a new house and making it my own. And this house has a wonderfully big kitchen (for me), a tiny little garden shed (for my boyfriend) and a lot of grass and trees and nooks and crannies (for little pip). 

Another addiction that has not been fed lately is my penchant for scrambled eggs. I've been keeping a little photo diary of all the places I go with memorable scrambles. Below is the standout so far, from my (old) local cafe, Jam Jar. 

They were amazing, and the fact that they were covered in little blue borage made them all the more appealing. I'm yet to master the perfect scrambled egg at home, even with Julia's help. I've come to the conclusion that it's all in the pan. Next up I'm going to attempt to get to Ethos early enough in the morning to try theirs.

Plaguing me lately is the fact that I am not yet a proud owner of an Equipment silk blouse. After taking months to decide that I want the nice crisp 'Brett', I'm still yet to seal the deal. Though I did manage to pick up a gorgeous white blouse from the Vintage Market a few weeks back, but more on that another time.