Tuesday, October 26, 2010

High Tea anyone? Seriously - this is an invitation. I need a date!



On Sunday November 21st I am going to a High Tea party at The Victoria Room, Sydney to see Kelly Doust (Author of 'The Crafty Minx') launch her new book 'A Life In Frocks'. She will also have on display, her entire collection of vintage dresses for the guests to peruse.

Apparently guests will be sipping on a selection of gourmet, freshly cut sandwiches and assorted, decadent sweets and we will be sipping on Piper-Heidsieck Champagne!

I am an online member of 'Books and Nooks' - type that in to see the pricing of the ticket and any other details if you are interested in going along.

I can't wait to wear a vintage frock and dress up and enjoy an afternoon of food, fashion and finery. A copy of Kelly's new book is included in the ticket price and has already been mailed to me, bound by tissue paper and ribbon. Heaven on a stick! I am already a third of the way through the book, which I am really enjoying.

My sister Trudy will be in Hawaii then, as will Lynelle. Caroline will be in Vietnam and frankly the event is not really Paul's cup-of-tea (pardon the pun).

I would love some company! If you are interested - even if we haven't met - it may be a lovely afternoon of conversation.

Lily and Paul will be in Sydney with me on the day spending the allotted 'High Tea Time', visiting the Opera House and exploring the city. Got a spare couple of hours on the Sunday the 21st for plushness, relaxation and a sip of tea out of a fancy tea cup?

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My email is velvetinelily@hotmail.com

Home made, iced cup cakes from Lily's 4th birthday party

Monday, October 25, 2010

Lily - 5 years ago, hanging out with Lucy



When Lily was a new born (5 1/2 years ago!!!) the only thing that would stop her crying in the middle of the night was Lucy, our Labrador. With our eyes hanging out of our heads, Matt and I would dutifully walk down our stairs and out into the night air (Lily was a Winter baby) to allow Lily to stare at Lucy for long periods of time... in order to cease Lily's crying.

When we brought Lily home from the hospital for the first time, Lucy would sleep under Lily's bassinet and snore.

When Lil grew to be a toddler I was horrified to walk out onto the verandah one morning to see Lily feeding Lucy weetbix off her plastic, baby spoon.

Now Lily does Lucy's hair, gives her massages, tells her off and dances with her all in the same instant. Lily makes Lucy coffee and pie in her 'mudpie cafe' and Lucy sits on the chair and sips at the sandy concoctions that Lily lovingly dishes up.

Lucy is a very obliging and patient recipient of our family jokes and antics. We put funny hats on Lucy, we have put booties and bibs on Lucy and once Lily put a pair of her dancing shoes on her. Lucy takes it all in her stride and laps up the attention.

What characters they are as they potter around and play.

Lily has always loved Lucy, ever since she was a baby...

Lily - cackling her head off as she rests her feet on Lucy

Soul Sisters



Always up to no good! Paul and I often hear Lily prattling along to Lucy about life.

Lily and Lucy dancing on the 'stage' together

Monday, October 18, 2010

True Friends - True Colours



In the holidays we entertained friends from Boston (Mark, my old school friend and fellow prefect), friends from Annandale/Sydney, friends from Shelly Beach and we were entertained by friends from Tarbuck Bay, Toukley and Wingham.

We had many play dates for Lily, including the one in the picture above at my friend Belynda's place or 'Grudes' as she is always referred. All the kids hopped in the bath together on a cold day after their swim in the pool. These kids have been hanging out with each other since they were born, in fact - well before.

On play dates such as these I notice that each of us mothers each others' children in some way. One of us will run the bath, another Mum will get the kids out of the bath, let out the water and dry the whole crew - because we totally trust one another.

From left to right in the photo above; Zayne, Lily, Talen, Sophia and Xavier have an affinity with each other, like that of the bond that is present between their Mums.

Xavier and (my) Lily are only a day apart in age. When Leisa, Xav's Mum went into labour, I was sure I wasn't just going out in sympathy! No, I was on the phone at the time, at about nine o'clock at night and Grudes assured me that my complaints of bad period pain, were the beginning of the rumblings...sure enough, by 12 that night the ambulance had come, I was taken to hospital and Lily was born at sun rise that morning.

Leisa and Grudes are a whirling dervish of drama and intrigue. Both of them are teachers and I can best describe them by saying, if there was a child on the roof at school, neither one of them would think twice about scaling the building and sitting on the roof to talk a kid down. They are honest and generous and would give you their last dollar. Perhaps they are surprised that I have lumped them together and described them similarly, but they are - similar in some ways, in terms of their values. They are both fiercely loyal and I have witnessed both of them as they have gone into bat for me on several occassions.

Hendo is the bloke of our group, also a teacher, he dotes on his little girls at play dates such as these. His elfin featured little girls; Zoe and Ava, greatly resemble his beautiful wife, Joanna. Hendo is our male perspective on all things feminine.

Our friends can recognise our handwriting instantly, what type of books we read, the words we consistently say - but aren't even consciously aware of and our friends hold a mirror up to ourselves. Each meeting or encounter with our friends reinforces that we are 'known' and that we 'belong'.

True friends know our idiosyncrasies and love us anyway. Lynelle, knows that I don't do 'stand up' concerts anymore or in fact anything compromising my comfort and as such her and Simon accommodate my every need and whim when I stay with them. I know Lynelle disinfects the receiver of the telephone after someone with a cold has spoken into it, and I can pay her out and stir her up about this profusely, because I know her. Friends have come and gone but my friendship with Lynelle has stood the test of time. Lynelle married my friend Simon from primary school and together all 3 of us have a very special bond. I am also pleased that Lynelle married Simon because he is an exceptional cook! The dishes that he tries out he tries out on us!

My friend Caroline is an arbour of strength, tenacity and creativity and like a bird she is drawn to pretty, shiny things to feather her nest - thus her recent trip to our neighbourhood to scour the antique shops.I kept spotting things that 'looked like Caroline' and she spotted a table cloth that 'looked like me'. So convinced she was that it was "my effect", that she said "If you don't buy it, I am buying it for you!"

These holidays I connected with so many different friends on so many different levels. What a nourishing, uplifting bunch of catch-ups.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Something old, something new, something borrowed, something BLUE xo



Well I've found my 'blue' - as shown above and I FOUND MY WEDDING GOWN!

I walked into our local, bridal boutique a couple of blocks from our house, tried on 2 dresses and ONE, WAS UNEQUIVOCALLY, IT! Not one to spoil a surprise I will simply say it is pre-loved, a touch vintage and very simple and I am so delighted with it.

After the wedding I will return it to Mel's little store of one-offs, for yet another bride to fall in love with... Such is the circle of life! It fits me like a glove, not so much as requiring a hem really.

Trying it on in the shop, I had that moment - when you try on THE bridal gown and you feel like a princess, a princess that is soon to be wedded and you feel loved and beautiful and magic, wanting to look utterly gorgeous and desirable for your handsome prince! Until this point, I hadn't felt bride-like.

I came home the night of finding my gown and said to Paul with a wine in one hand and severe despondence in the other, "This is the last time, at the wedding, that I will feel like a woman". He laughed, looked at me affectionately as if to say, 'are you turning into a man?' and said, "You are so funny and melodramatic, why is this the last time you will feel like a woman?"

"After you are a bride the frequency of occasions in which you pamper yourself, dress up elegantly, totally waxed and womanly, feminine and perfect are few and far between".

I intend to enjoy this day. A wedding is also an opportunity for a long and luxurious honeymoon, which we have booked and I can't wait... !!!!! xo

I love Wingham



When I went home to Wingham to Mum and Dad's place in the holidays, I came across these quirky, little rustic place card holders for the bridal table. Their intended use I believe is to hold and display photographs, so I will use them for that after the wedding.

I purchased these from Bent on Life, the lifestyle store that is beside the cafe, Bent on Food that is situated in Isabella street, (the main street) of Wingham - that I want all guests travelling to the wedding to visit! Whilst you are there, visit the book store in Wingham that I (perhaps, solely) am trying to keep afloat. Classy accommodation can be found at Tellers - The Old Bank Guest House.

If you wish to scour a charity shop for vintage goodies, like my friend Caroline, there is also a long-standing Op shop. I remember going in there with my Mum when I was a little girl. A good omen for me when I visited these holidays - the Op shop had a wedding display in the window, with vintage bridal gown, veil, shoes, purse and accessories.

To a pair of city eyes, Wingham really doesn't have a great deal more - a couple of bakeries, my Aunty & Uncle's stock feed shop, a cute florist, with lavender in buckets out the front and yet I love the place - my home town. So glad to be marrying there.

Oh, "The Wingham Brush" is remarkable, filled with fig trees and flying foxes it shares its perimeter with my old, primary school. There is also a quaint cooking school called 'Duck Under the Table', which teaches cheesemaking and the cooking of various cuisine. Caroline, as I mentioned before, is bringing a host of girls from Sydney, for the weekend - to make cheese.

I insist on few things for this wedding but 3 of which that I will not compromise on are:

(1) Fresh flowers for the table - a la Bella Vita Florist Wingham, in support of a small and local establishment (2) A good feed of good food
(3) Simplicity.

Experimenting with ideas for our rustic, country wedding

Friday, October 1, 2010

My public and sincere apologies to you all ...

In my post below about Badminton, I have used the apostrophe several times. Each time I use it I cringe, worrying about my misuse of it. The mechanics of my writing has never been fully developed. I am not as grammatically correct as I would dearly love to be, unlike my friend Moira at school.

When I went to school I learnt language and the construction of it through osmosis - through immersion and by way of a philosophy known as 'whole language'. I was never taught grammar as such.

When I went to Uni a phenomenon was streaking through NSW, whereby nouns where being coined 'participants' and verbs something equally as ridiculous? I didn't know the original and correct grammatical term, let alone then be able to transform the grammatical term into it's new guise.

Thus and apologies - you are left having to put up with my insistence to press on writing, whilst exposing you to my clumsiness. I have an editor for my book - thank goodness for Sally, she will save you from feeling like someone has run their finger nails down the chalk board!

I cannot afford the time or the money to do a writing course at this time. I applied for a scholarship and was unsuccessful, but I will keep applying. Until such time, thanks for putting up with my 'mussy' language, it is important for me to express my thoughts.

Moira and blogging friends, please read the Badminton post below and correct me on my misuse of the apostrophe and or any other faux pas that I make in any blog posts. I will only learn through correction. I would be grateful of the lesson.

I have not played Badminton since Christmas day when I was a kid...what a fabulous game!

Paul bought Lily the shuttlecock and bats to get her through the school holiday boredom that sometimes rears its ugly head.

However... our 5-year-old-John-McEnroe walked off with the huffs on several occasions this morning because Mummy and Paul (sorry did I include Paul, it would be fair to tell the truth here - Mummy ) became quite competitive taking up quite a bit of Lily's game time.

I know what we will all be playing Christmas day this year. Bring on the family comp! Be sure to put a cheap and cheerful Badminton set in every one's Christmas stocking - particularly the adults'. Dad will love you for it. Even the Mums will get into the action I promise you.