I barely passed my sailing lessons and dislike nothing more than water-borne public transport. Yet, for some reason, I have an infatuation with ginormous shipping vessels and merchant trade. Always have, always will.
Ahoy, my latest creation. The addition to soothe my nautical addiction.
“Red Reflection”, oil on canvas, 48cm x 36cm.
A cheesemonger’s summer selection.
Balls of dough. Bundles of joy. Quick, simple and so easy to shovel one in after the other. Yum cha, yes please, more sir.
Hu Tong Peking Duck & Dumpling (162 Commercial Rd Prahran 3181; (03) 9098 1188; http://hutong.com.au)
Brimmed Heineken hats, stadium hotdogs and chilled cups of beer. Fans causing a racket and players smashing it out. An action-packed pass to the grandest of slams. Of course, not without a few grunts, squeals and roars to keep us on the edge of our seats.
Finding greener pastures in the city. Spreading out an old rug, sharing a bite to eat and playing wordsmiths. And that’s what a picnic is – humble entertainment.
Shake it Sheila
The fire starters…Love ‘em or hate ‘em. They make you laugh and cringe, or both, with their classic Aussie one liners.
Tree huggers and crochet lovers. Midnight mischief and trails of yarn. No longer is street art in the hands of the young. Nannyish graffiti is knitting and knotting its way across street poles and tree trunks.
It’s strange to double take a tree’s outer garment and wish you had it in a larger size.
To ward off baddies in South America, I’m transforming myself into a hobo. Baggy tees, cargo pants, no-nonsense sandals and maybe even a swipe of dirt across my cheek. It’s all part of my ‘nouveau grunge’ façade to fly under the radar. I’m officially announcing that hobo chic is back in the pack.
In all my childhood years of spotting the red-and-white-striped shirt did I ever see Wally hiding out in a spray painted alleyway behind stinky dumpsters. Where’s Wally now?
Run boy, run!
Run like the wind, run with that ball like you’ve never run before.
Through suburbia and across the bay is an island; Stradbroke Island. A piece of paradise, natural treasure, diamond in the rough.
Stradbroke Island, Australia
For restless sleepers who toss and turn, curl into balls or twist like contortionists – much like myself – you would know that cute, strappy and silky sleepwear is not only uncomfortable to sleep in, but also downright restrictive.
In my opinion, comphy sleepwear is all about oversized cotton t-shirts from tacky tourist shops. Some of mine may have seen better days while others are looking forward to many more cosy nights ahead.
L to R: Pamplona San Fermin tee from Spain; Elephant tee from Sri Lanka (10 years old now!); Grey tee with love heart pocket from France; ‘Eye Love Elephant’ tee from Sri Lanka; Ancient print tee from India; ‘Singapore is a Fine City’ tee from Singapore.
There’s something exciting about big ships on the move. I always wonder how many oceans they’ve crossed and what treasures are hidden in stacked, 20-foot containers.
Space to create a masterpiece, where ideas come to life. Starting the new year with a blank canvas. Two thousand and fourteen is going to be fabulous. It’s time splash on some colour!
Catching dreamtime on the perfect summer’s day. The salt stings as much as the sun but the calming waves are bluer than the sky. Catch, bake, soak.
Dreamtime Beach, Fingal, Australia