Today I tagged along with my friend Sara while she got her hair cut here. I haven't had a hair cut since high school (three years ago) - I've just kind of hacked at it myself over the years and nervously cut a fringe every now and then. So, I snuck into the appointment after her and had a lovely head massage and shampoo and after cutting it the girl asked excitedly if she could curl it and I (equally as excitedly) obliged. Sara got bright red extensions and a wicked front fringe cut. Maybe next time I'll be more adventurous. Having a hair cut is highly underrated. I wish I'd not been so afraid of going these past few years. I think I always put haircuts in the category of self indulgence, but today was a good day to indulge. Dooooo it.





+ dress: ebay, skirt: katies (thrifted), belt: stolen from another dress, shoes: vivienne westwood & melissa, bow: diva.

When I first moved into my new house 3 months ago I posted a couple of pictures of the decor, though it seems to just keep evolving. My lounge room is my favourite room. My friend said that it is like a shrine to knick knacks and opshops. I suppose I'd agree! I like that it is in a state of organised clutter and that my (itty bitty) TV isn't the feature of the room. I think lounge rooms should be more than just a place to watch TV. It is only a small room and the decor is probably a bit overwhelming, but there's still lots of white space and the clutter is kind of nice to sit back and look at. I think I'm going to have to stop thrifting wall art!







A few weeks ago C and I went opshopping and found this huge framed world map and old man armchair. It took a few weeks for them to be delivered and I loved arranging them once they arrived.








My cats are very prominent lounge room features (and couch hogs).

+ img cred.

In the Southern Hemisphere we're currently dipping our toes into Summer. Summer officially started 4 days ago, but I'm yet to see any signs of it yet. I grew up in the country, but my dad lived in the city and most second weekends we'd stay with him in his flat on Pacific Street (because it faced right onto the Pacific Ocean). There were two beaches - little beach and big beach. Big beach was my favourite, but my sister wouldn't swim there because when she was very young I told her that waves would eat her, and thus she didn't learn how to swim until she was much older. I moved to the city when I was 18 and I think I took living in a beachy city a bit for granted. Now I live in inland Tasmania, I really miss it. The sea breezes, hearing ships horns, the smell of sunscreen, sound of seagulls, beach culture and the ease of going down to cool off are all things I miss. Last January C's parents took us to the beach for the first time in Tasmania and it was wonderful. C and I had actually never been swimming together before and it was great fun and one of my favourite memories. So, this paragraph has really been just to say that I really miss the beach and I want to go visit it and I made a mix in its honour.


+ dwnld

I really like my street. It is tiny and one-way and neighbours put your bins out for you (still getting used to this) and today we got a Christmas card in the mail from "Kaye at No. 8". Today I took a (short) walk and tried to photograph some bits of it.














+ when I got home.

What do you like about your street?