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Photo Journal: A rainy day in Melbourne

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Today is the second of Spring in Melbourne and with it came the sunshine and warmth I’ve been waiting for since landing back in Melbourne in June. I had to wear a sweater to eat my lunch outside today, but I was OUTSIDE guys! And I even thought about wearing sunglasses.

Spring is here and Summer is coming and I’m so excited. As a way bid good riddance to Melbourne’s coldest Winter in 26 years, here is my photo journal from one of the rainiest days of August. I don’t know what took over me, but I became obsessed with umbrellas for a good hour.

If you saw me running around the streets of the city like a crazy person. I apologize.

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Cake Wines Pop-Up Bar in Fitzroy! Lets go!

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAI can very easily forget how draining winter can be. I can still remember the days when I was excited for the gray season. I’ll wear a beanie everyday, I thought. I’ll wear my boots with all my different Happy Socks! I’ll switch it up between turtle necks and scarfs, I’ll layer up, and maybe my hair will stay straight for once!

I regret even thinking that now. Especially because half my Instagram feed is of friends from home in the US in their bathing suits complaining about how hot it is. I dream of summer dresses, riding my bike, the beach, a corona, painting my nails bright orange, being in the mood to wear color, and actually running around the botanical gardens like I say I will.

One of the only thing that is keeping me going is that Melbourne has so many great events going on during winter. I really can’t help but want to go to everything! My favorite (and literally closest to home) is Cake Wines Pop-Up Bar in Fitzroy!

Cake Wine came down from Sydney and set up shop in a romantic little spot down an alley way in Fitzroy for the month of August. With only 3 more weekends of events planned I urge you to follow them on Facebook straight away and plan a night out. Bring some friends (or me), buy a bottle of wine (the shiraz is splendid), and order the delicious and filling cheese plate. The venue is homey, warm and comfortable; it really feels like you’re at a friends home and, being the wonderful friend that she is, she’s gone above and beyond to make the night enjoyable for you.

Cake Wines is working with workshops by Dumbo Feather, mixing it up bands (Alpine! tonight!) and DJs, film screenings, and The School of Life’s seminar How to Have Better Conversations.

Unfortunately, you can’t buy bottles of Cake to take home with you. I tried. But you can quickly pop by The Evelyn next door where they happily supply the label. Buy in bulk, why don’t ya! It’s the weekend after all.

Birthday Book!

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I interrupt your scheduled posts about Spain and Portugal to share my findings from this weekend’s ANZAAB Rare Book Fair in Melbourne.

I went there with a plan to find my annual copy of The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde. Every year for my birthday, since I was fourteen, I’ve been treating myself to a new copy. One I could re-read, re-highlight, and re-giggle at. It was Jack who gave me my copy last year (which I already had, but how could he have known!), and romantically swept me away to Paris to visit Oscar’s grave.

This year the Rare Book Fair seemed to be in perfect accordance with my birthday. It was decided, I would invest in a good, rare copy. I thought my commitment to the book throughout the years allowed for a little bit of money to be spent on my quarter century birthday.

Three books into the fair and I found it in a glass encasement. A beautiful brown and gold copy, larger than most I had ever seen. It was a signed limited edition copy from 1891. SIGNED! and one of only 250 copies that exist in that form. I think the owner of the stand got nervous about all the gawking at it I was doing, and after a few jokes about how The Great Gatsby was definitely not F. Scott Fitzgerald’s best book he took it out for me to hold and play with.

Oscar’s signature was there, as promised, looking all simple and plain, as if he wasn’t the funniest man who has ever lived. The owner then told us the reason he thinks this book is so special is because it’s not trying to be a book. The title of the book doesn’t jump off the cover, the lettering on the binding is basically hidden at the bottom, and it’s so large you probably wouldn’t take it on, say, the tram to read on your way to work.

It was perfect for me. I knew I would appreciate it and take care of it and never have to buy another copy again- until I saw the price tag. A mere $49,500 for the birthday book of my dreams? Not on this birthday.

Up Up And Away!

photo 1 (1) photo 4I spent all of last Friday up in the air. Flying. On a plane. From Melbourne to Perth, and then back.

And I just need to get one thing off my chest: Airplane food is not very appetizing!

I’m not complaining, I’m just sharing my feelings with you. I mean, I’ve already come to terms with the fact I’m not going to particularly enjoy plane food. But every single time the dreaded hour comes when the flight attendant reaches my row and asks if I’d rather have the chicken or the pasta I freeze. I say chicken instead of my pre thought out answer, “Oh, I’m alright thank you. I have a museli bar, that should hold me over for the remainder of the flight.” I even had a back up, “Yes, I’m 100% positive. But I will have some orange juice, please. Thank you!”

As soon as that plate is placed on my tray table I end up picking at the food, leaving everything about 75% opened and 25% eaten. Every time I exit the plane I feel a little bit hungry and a little bit like a hypocrite.

Does anyone else go through this or am I just being difficult because I finished the book I was reading an hour into the flights and brought nothing else to read.