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So on Friday I had a ticket to Sydney Theatre Company's production of The Trial an adaptation of Franz Kafka's novel by the same name. The ticket was a Christmas present from Mr Wolf last year (one of six in fact - as part of a membership package to STC he is a delight at giving gift). Unfortunately I don't invest much in existential esotericism so the play was a bit of a wash for me... one of

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Beautiful isn't it?Yo peeps. Sorry I've been so remiss with posting of late but I have been sucked into a vortex of new job-ishness. Also I am still without a camera so even if I had something to show you (that I had done) I couldn't (sob). Then it occurred to me that I could show some of my etsy finds. I am an etsy junkie, blessedly I largely limit it to having an overflowing 'favourites'

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Mr Wolf can't answer because after a weekend of family and friend easter crazy including a cantonese crab dinner* with a double serve of noodles he is safely ensconced in an inner Melbourne serviced apartment for the season. And after an early morning start I reached Sydney in time to start my new job. Now between daylight savings and pre flight insomnia (I never sleep when I have to fly before

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Originally I thought I would blog about food more than anything else but it seems at the moment that I'm preoccupied with the home. It's probably because mr wolf is headed to Melbourne for work, without the prospect of cooking for someone else my interest tends to wane. Fortunately I'll have one last hurrah as I'm heading to Melbourne for Easter so I'm looking forward to visiting the favoured

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This week while at the Eveleigh Markets I picked up a bunch of Dahlias. I love these flowers, they effortlessly make me look like an ikebana master. What I also love is that feeling of smugness I got today when I saw identical bunches at our local florist retailing for twice what I paid. While I love the local hood - and yeah yeah we're a village and all that - with the exception of a few choice

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It's not fashionable but I like maths. A side effect of this is that there are numbers that I like. Yes like, in that I have a marked preference for them, there is something about them that is appealing. These numbers have a perfection but not always in the mathematical definition of a 'perfect number'. 3 is the first of my favourites, it is the principal by which I arrange certain objects. For

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So I haven't decided how often I'll be posting but for the foreseeable future it will be most days of the working week... or until I run out of ideas.I'm feeling like dressing today, as in to talk about, as opposed to all the other days where I prefer to live it up as a nudist... sorry naturist.Maybe I'll bang on about my dressing philosophy. Which exists along the lines of dress for yourself and

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In another lifetime, before my laptop did a backflip off the couch and slipped into a coma, I drafted a number of blog posts for this then non-existent blog (I know right?). After said backflip my hard drive gave up the goat (ghost but saying goat baits mother fox so).Rather than try and re-craft the original magic I've decided to bring you something else altogether: Mee Fan.Although it may

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And I am without pith.The intention is to write about food and style without being too much of a fraud. Unlike the blogs I most admire I am not a food stylist, an interior designer, studying fashion or working as a pastry chef (although that one doesn't disappoint me too much as one must recognise their limitations and mine is baking patience).And finding it hard to end this without an poxy pun I

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