A new home.

My new home is in a quiet, L shaped street in Sandy Bay. The rivulet flows quietly behind the back fence and the Mountain looms outside my bedroom window. At night, I lie and look upon it's silhouette, illuminated by the moon against a clear and cold night sky.

This house already feels like home to me. High ceilings, large rooms and wooden window frames. A rambling garden. A gorgeous neighbour and the perfect housemate complete the picture. For now, through my honeymoon new house glow, I can look past the horrible carpet, the incredibly low water pressure in the kitchen and the apricot hued interior walls.

Dee x.

Listen up!

You are the current that I can't escape. Draw me down, down, down to your depths.

Dee x.

Bliss is...

early morning swimming in the sea.

dancing to dreamy music in a forest.

lying on a cricket pitch under a moonlit sky.

Skyscape at A Festival Called Panama, March 2015.

Dee x. 

The perfect summer Sunday.

Today I bought myself some roses from the market, drank a coffee in the sunshine, wandered up a river bed and skinny dipped in a cool mountain stream, ate a splice, drove home with the windows down and the radio blasting.

Tasmania, you do alright.

A little beach time with my favourite trio (+ dog).

Booty Profile.

Unfortunately for you, the above title isn't referring to the side on view of my bum, though I can tell you that 'white beyonce' has been uttered once or twice in it's regard. It's actually in reference to the boot camp group I'm a part of, Booty, who have featured my profile on their website.

Check it out.

http://www.gobooty.com.au/blog/booty-profile-13-dee/

Dee x.

Endorphin rush.

This evening, as I sat in my friend's convertible, wind blowing through our sweaty post-spin class hair, I realised that everything is going to be alright. It hurts now, but it won't always hurt. I will give love and get love in return. I will treat people as I would like to be treated, because if we don't, then what are we?

Dee x.

A snapshot in time.

Making: Olive oil crackers to eat with my very large wheel of double brie from King Island Diary
Cooking: some summer soup full of lentils, corn, kidney beans and fresh coriander.
Drinking: too much wine, true to form at this time of year I guess.
Reading: A Boy Who Was Raised As A Dog by Dr. Bruce D Perry. A very disturbing read at times but also very insightful for me as a future nurse.

Wanting: for my love to be home. 1 month to go.
Looking: forward to seeing Augie March play at MONA on the 1st.
Playing: nothing much these days.
Waiting: to hear the outcome of a job interview (I guess it won't be til the new year now).
Liking: the time of year, the long long days, the warmth, the fruit, the festive cheer.
Considering: the future.
Watching: the rain drops running off the leaves of the tree outside my window.
Hoping: for good guests, good weather and good times on my next work trip starting after Christmas.
Needing: to get on top of uni work. 3 work trips and a flying visit to Canberra in the first 3 weeks of the semester is not a good recipe for a calm, stress free study schedule.
Wearing: my delightful Nimble tights. Sold out I know, but you can still admire their beauty.
Noticing: my knee getting better. WOOHOO.
Thinking: about the year that was.
Buying: a few odd gifts but mostly just the essentials.
Getting: tanned.
Bookmarking: various chapters of my nursing textbooks.
Feeling: that hunger that really is just boredom in disguise.