This past weekend was a strange one for me. It was a rollercoaster of emotions and never a dull moment. I will recap for you in the shortest possible way (well for me anyway).
Friday was one hell of a hectic day at work; I won’t bore you with the details but let’s just say I had writer’s cramp by the end from making changes to a new website we are building. However these are the day’s you live for at work when you’re up against a deadline and the hours fly past. I also got to wear my new pink jeans to work which scored me many a compliment! Please see a few (terrible) photo’s below, I really do need to get more organised and enlist my husband as a semi professional photographer for moments like these:
Portmans blazer, Forever New top, Cotton On jeans, Joanne Mercer wedges, Tiffany & Co necklace, Dive earrings
Forever New top, Cotton On jeans, Joanne Mercer wedges, Tiffany & Co necklace, Dive earrings
Friday night we had our new cleaners come for the first time ever and boy did our little home scrub up well! It was such a great treat to come home to a shiny, sparkling clean apartment. We had a lazy night in with homemade pizza (prosciutto, mushroom and rocket) and a movie on the couch.
Saturday started off well. I cooked us a lovely breakfast and we sat out on our sun drenched balcony in t-shirts and shorts, sipping coffee and devouring bacon, eggs and sautéed mushrooms – the breakfast of Saturday champions.
Lunch followed at the local to watch the AFL Grand Final – for those who did not partake in the festivities, the Swans triumphed over the Hawke’s with a 10 point lead. This resulted with me losing my voice from intense screaming but what a game! Cheer; cheer the red & the white!
Sunday was a day of tears and triumphs, after spending 4 hours in the sun waiting for the Swans return to their home ground, we left disappoint and extremely sunburnt. I should mention that whilst this was going on, my darling husband was at home cleaning and shopping in preparation for the dinner party we were hosting that night. I arrived home around 4:30pm, lobster red and frantic. However a glass of wine and the sweet smell of the flowers my husband had purchased soon eased me into a much calmer mood.
My Husbands beautiful flower arrangement
This is where I should mention that I am the worst blogger ever! I produced a delicious South American inspired dinner for my guests however I neglected to take any photos for my blog. I will however, share my menu, which I know is not quite the same:
Guacamole with corn chips
Corn fritters with seared scallops and grilled chorizo
Seared fillet of beef with a chimmichurri sauce
Spice roasted potatoes
Grilled asparagus with a capsicum salsa
Rocket, crumbled feta and avocado salad
Wine flowed, conversations got crazy, centerpieces got eaten and singing ensued – there may have even been some lounge dancing but I’m yet to find evidence of that. It was a fantastic night and I hope our guests had as much fun as we did.
Monday was a public holiday in NSW and it was a little slower to start, after a special brunch of burgers and chips, a midday nap and plenty of water, I went for a lovely bush walk with my BFF (I totes gave her half my heart charm when we were in year 3 so its official), or so we thought. As we started our descent down the dense bushland in the back of suburbia, we noticed a man with a dog lurking down below. As we progressed down, J screamed at me to run, so I did. As I looked to my left I noticed the man running through the bushes towards me. My mind immediately thought he was chasing after us (who can blame me after recent cases of such behaviour in the news). I slipped on something and landed on my hands and knees – hard. I scrambled back up and continued running. I turned to see where J was and noticed she had stopped. She was looking down to where her little white pooch, sailor, was frozen on the spot, staring up at a massive, viscous looking Rottweiler, off its leash and bearing teeth. The man, whom I thought was chasing us, was actually chasing his dog. Once the beast had been captured, J and I hurried like hell out of the bush and back up to the populated roads above. My gosh it was scary.
So battered, bruised and extremely tired, my husband made me his specialty, nachos, for dinner washed down with a bowl of ice cream then off to bed, painfully due to the bruises from my walk and the extreme sun burn from the SCG.
How did everyone else spend their Labour Day long weekend?