The Trial - especially for you Miss E.

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 those occasions where somehow you know from the first line that you and this play aren't going to make friendly. That doesn't matter though because two weeks ago I saw STC's August: Osage County which was brilliant and I'm looking forward to True West next month (directed by Phillip Seymour Hoffman - genius).

Instead I will show you a few little highlights from the night.

I walked down these steps to get to the theatre:

Incidentally it is a 20 minute jaunt from the Opera House via the The Rocks to the Wharf (where STC is based).

And I wore this:

I feel I should let you know that I wasn't strolling around at night with sunglasses on like a Bob Dylan weirdo it was sunny when I left the house (thanks to daylight savings which was particularly joyful to have to transition into...sarcasm never translates well on into the written word). Also I love polka dots and this dress was an etsy find that blessedly arrived the day before the play (after a tense two week wait during which I fretted some opportunistic creature had stolen it from my letter box).

Ok I'll leave it there for now, but I do promise that'll be posting more frequently for the benefit of you Miss E, my one and only fan.

Eveleigh Bunches and Village Greens

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 places it is rip off central around the village green.

I try not to focus too much on what I love and miss about Melbourne but whenever I stray into the local deli I can't help but make a list of all the things I intend to pick up from the Mediterranean Wholesalers, the Phoenician (where you can buy pashmak for $3 a giant bag) and the Stuart Street IGA the next time I'm in back in the old hood.

Of course nothing can quite sum up what I'll miss quite like The Lucksmiths*' lyric

'It's the wood smoked smell of winter, it's the sad things that you'll miss, like the wood smoked smell of winter, and the sad things like this'

Gosh wasn't that gratuitous?

*I love the Lucksmiths... more than noodles and more than the number 3.

They are the soundtrack to my life.