I have said it before, but this blog is not at all cutting edge. For years, lots and lots of more qualified people* than me have raved and ranted about Hu Tong Dumpling Bar. This would ordinarily stop me from adding yet another review to an already overcrowded space. (*In particular there are some great {more}

I know, I know – I failed to action my task list in a timely fashion last week. Blame the newly re-branded Virgin Australia who cancelled our return flight from Brisbane on Sunday afternoon, which meant that I got home at 11pm, on Sunday night, leaving me playing catch up on “life administration” (credit to {more}

As mentioned in a recent post, The Brooding Architect and I recently played host to The Brother In Law. While out in the Yarra Valley to stocking up on supplies, we also dropped by the Yarra Valley Dairy (“YVD”) for a late lunch. YVD are specialist, local cheese producers. All of the cheeses are handmade on-site, using traditional farmhouse {more}

As mentioned in my previous post, a recent busy patch at work has resulted in some tardy (okay, extremely slack) blogging. Consequently, this post has been sitting in the drafts now for well over a month now – since that last spell of very hot summer weather we had in February and is very, very overdue.  Anyway, {more}

After a few weekends chained to the drawing board, The Brooding Architect finally had an entire office-free weekend.  To celebrate his new found freedom,  we took a leisurely stroll down to the Rathdowne Street in North Carlton in search of a new breakfast haunt.  Since my new Melissa sandals were starting to rub (somehow, I don’t think {more}

I am not usually an early adopter when it comes to food. Out of convenience (some may call it laziness), I tend to stick to my tried and tested favourites. Macarons have been the new black ever since Adriano Zumbo made that Macaron Tower on ‘Masterchef’ last year. However, despite my best efforts, I have {more}

I am pleased to report that I have officially survived my first week back at work after holidays. I am not sure about everyone else, but I always find it really hard to adjust back to work after a few weeks of slothing about. I also find that I am hungry all the time – {more}

I am self-described lover of lists, organisation and the associated stationary which comes with this affliction (post-it notes, highlighters, bulldog clips – you name it and I’ve got it). So, unsurprisingly, I like to get my Christmas presents ticked off the list and gift-wrapped (preferably in well matched gift wrap and ribbon – this year’s {more}

Recently I broke up with my hairdresser. To be completely honest, it was one of those ‘relationships’ that was just never going to work from the start. To begin with, our relationship born out of convenience. I was missing, Yanni, the Master Stylist with the magic scissors and cape from Vogue Nationale in Brisbane and I desperately needed a Melbourne {more}

I have a confession to make. I have actually had this post sitting in my drafts for some time now, but have held off publishing it due to the dismal weather. However, finally, after a few sneaky days (weeks? months?)  of rain, summer – aka perfect beer drinking weather - seems to be back with a {more}