things I'll miss about living here | No.2 happy doggies
Thursday, October 2, 2014
My doggies are my children so that being said, their security / confidence/ happiness is important to me. They were ok with highrise living in Atlanta, where they would wait inside all day until we got home from work and take them for a walk, but they really really love having a yard and all the other features that come with this place!
After living here for a year, they're familiar with the streets and the directions in which lay their park, the grocery store, vet and of course, where their little friends live. On our walks, we always have to stop outside the gate where Banjo lives and then the gate where Sunny lives so they can say hello. Even though they don't realise such a big change is coming, I feel sad about uprooting their lives and sense of familiarity, placing them into a brand new setting (again) where they will have to relearn where everything is (again). I don't know if this makes dogs as insecure as it makes children feel, but I worry all the same. They're presently so blissfully happy!
One of my personal favourite features, and one that I will miss most dearly about living here, is how super sweet all the neighbours are towards them; always stopping for a pat, a scratch behind the ears or just a friendly 'hey there Baxter!', 'hello little Dorothy!' when they see them outside. It warms my heart. Over time, all of our neighbours have become okay with the doggies running around our front yards off their leashes chasing balls, birds, squirrels, being silly... just like children... while we stand talking to one another and supervising them... just like parents.
It all makes me apprehensive about moving away. Will our new neighbours like our doggies? Will they even care? Apathy is better than intolerance but I dislike the thought of keeping them on their leashes 100% of the time outside when they are good doggies that can be trusted, simply because our neighbours may not be dog people. Both Bax and D have become a lot more confidant and trusting of people since we moved here, I'd hate for them to regress....
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things I'll miss about living here | No.1 proximity
Wednesday, October 1, 2014
This list isn't in any kind of order at all, but when I began to ponder what I'll miss about moving from our current apartment, the first thing that popped into my mind... is its close proximity to everything. I'll talk way more about my fave places nearby as the month goes on, but for now, just a general shout-out to this location! Northwest Hills rules!
I took the above photo at Bull Creek Park - just two miles from our place and one of the most incredibly beautiful places I've ever seen! It was in that fresh, clear water that Baxter learnt to realized he already knew how to swim and if you follow this link to his blog, you'll find his adorable post all about that day! Here's another link to his blog where he posts about spring time at Bull Creek! Both are cute as, and both feature HEAPS of photos and videos of the picturesque Bull Creek area!
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My poor, neglected blog... Times are a-changing.
Monday, September 29, 2014
We are moving (yep, again) and I'm currently sitting outside Madam Mam's, waiting for my take away, mulling over that thought. Despite these bright coloured chairs, that momentarily made me smile, I feel sad.
Our dodgy, little apartment with its constant aggregations and things that need fixing, feels like home now. I suppose Yeppoon did too. And the Mayfair. And the Plaza. And all the buildings, suburbs and cities we've left behind.
Sigh.
This time, because I have a blog and because I want to remember every detail // I'm going to list 31 reasons why I shall miss it here in Austin's Northwest Hills. One reason for every remaining day of our lease - starting on Wednesday the 1st of October.
good enough for the very best
Saturday, September 13, 2014
Randomly enough, after weeks and weeks of stifling, unbearable heat here in Austin; a thunderstorm moved in last night and has turned the weather cold and grey. With one more week left of summer, I didn't expect to be spending this weekend snug in bed under a blanket, but what could be better on a day like today?
Grey weather always makes me pensive and I've been thinking a lot about my week, this year, my life. On Tuesday something happened that made me cry the kind of deep, heaving sobs that come from far, far within: when the one person in my life I could ever call 'idol' paid me the highest compliment and gave me a shout out for yet another of her successes at New York City's Couture Fashion Week. I felt beyond humbled - maybe what I felt was closer to shock - that someone who's world renown as a leading couturier, someone I revere and feel honoured to just know, would remember one of the little people, like me. Since then, I've been reliving our entire relationship and reconsidering what she means in my life...
Her name is Nina Gleyzer and I met her for the first time in February 2011 as a fresh-faced, wide-eyed new-comer to New York City, the Waldorf Astoria, Couture Fashion Week and the fashion industry. I was asked to fill in for the editor of an Atlanta based fashion magazine, who was unable to attend the event due to a prior work commitment, and to say I was overjoyed is a serious understatement! I was flying higher than ever before in my life, seeing The City and the glitz and glamour of the fashion industry for the first time. There's nothing, ever, like the first time.
I remember everything: the freezing chill that winded me as I stepped out of LaGuardia airport; the sleet on the ground; the excited butterflies that swarmed the pit of my stomach as I was ushered to the cab line and finally witnessed with my own two eyes, the arrival of iconic yellow cabs of Manhattan, followed by the surreal ride over the bridge and the vision of that most worshiped skyline unfolding before me...
SIGH.
Of course, that was nothing at all compared to the fruit bats that promptly ate and replaced my stomach-butterflies when we actually entered New York City: where my expectations and everything I thought I knew of the buildings, landmarks and streets, dissipated. I realized in that moment that no matter how much you obsess over movies, books, webpages or magazine articles about New York - you'll never truly know the city until you visit. It's overwhelming. It's incredible. Indescribable. One of the best places on Earth.
I couldn't believe my luck when we pulled up in front of the Hilton on the Avenue of America's! I was staying here?! Never before had I seen such a grand hotel, such luxury, nor so much high fashion and evident wealth in one place at the one time! Louis Vuitton boots, Prada handbags, mink fur coats, tiny dogs wearing diamond encrusted collars... this really was like every movie I'd ever seen // and that was just the hotel lobby! I tried my best to act like I belonged, despite the neon THIS IS MY FIRST TIME HERE AND I'M UTTERLY OVERWHELMED billboard hovering above my head! But, it was New York after all, no one noticed or cared. Bliss!
After getting my key, I practically ran to my (beautiful) room, where I immediately flung open the curtains and just stood starring at the view before me with tears of joy in my eyes for several minutes. I took a much needed soak in the garden tub, had a meal and tried to compose myself, before I getting ready and leisurely wandering over to the Waldorf where I suppressed many excited squeals as I checked in as press for (you guessed it) the first time in my life! It was in this state of elated gratitude that I took my place in the second row, notebook on lap, and took in the show. Impeccable dress after impeccable dress flowed down the runway and the evening consisted of six designers total, two cocktail breaks and three hours. But two designers stood out to everyone: Suzie Turner with her feathered ballgown masterpieces; and Nina Gleyzer with her timeless, Chanel-chic.
While I had interviewed designers before, none had been of this caliber and I was nervous. Many prey upon that and act snooty. Not Nina. I can't really describe what it felt like to meet her, but I have always imagined it would feel like meeting Mademoiselle Chanel. She was so confidant, so poised yet so passionate, that I was overcome with emotion and immediately had to find a corner to draft up my article in a trance of admiration. That has never happened with anyone else.
After that, came the larger-than-life after party and two more magical, whirlwind days in Manhattan. Those were two days of snow, blistering cold and exploring the city. Two evenings of runways, interviews, canape's and cocktails. When I returned to Atlanta, I submitted my articles and, feeling somewhat deflated, carried on freelancing - business as usual and nothing as glamorous as high fashion or New York City.
Two weeks later, the Editor in Chief of the fashion magazine called me with the highest praise: Nina Gleyzer herself had read my article and wanted to thank me personally! I was floored! Anyone who actually reads what I wrote about her will see why! Of course, I instantly re-read said article and all of those feelings of awe I experienced upon meeting Nina, came rushing back. She is a force. And yet, she noticed me. Little old me: interviewing internationally renown designers for the very first time and stumbling horribly along the way. She wanted to thank ME for my praise - which was essentially putting down on paper how her composure made me feel self-conscious, unrefined and somewhat intimidated! Thank ME for esteeming her and her collection. That what my first glimpse at Nina Gleyzer: an untarnished soul that's remained humble and grateful despite decades in the corrupting high fashion industry which takes only months to destroy lesser beings.
Another few weeks went by when suddenly we were being re-introduced at a charity event in Atlanta. 'So you're the talented girl who wrote such a beautiful article about me,' she casually said, loud enough for our circle and bystanders to hear, while I turned a vivid shade of red! 'Come see me at my atelier some time, I would love to chat with you.' And just like that, began a life-changing, heart wrenching relationship between little ol' me and a woman of the highest strength and caliber I've ever encountered. We spent the next few months rewriting her website, because she liked the way I described herclothes artwork; smoking, snacking and drinking lots of coffee along the way. It was for these measly wesbite write ups that she remembered me, and thanked me, when her turn in the spotlight came once more and she received special accolades during last week's S/S 2015 Couture Fashion Week in NYC.
It blows my mind because while I gave her a few written descriptions for her website, she had given me something I can never quantify or fully express. It was always simply an honour being in her presence: she is a big deal and she knows it! But amazingly, she encouraged me. Inspired me. Believed in me. Loved and cared for me. Most importantly, she was always brutally honest with me. Her holler in my direction made me weep with humility and just awe of the woman I worship, but now that I think about it, I wonder why it came as such a surprise at all. I quickly saw, while working with her, that Nina has a tight-knit team of photographers, models, publications, buyers, students and so forth: all loyal to her and every one of whom she was loyal to in return. She treated them all just like she treated me: with genuine warmth, acceptance and beaming pride.
Before I met Nina Gleyzer, my impression of the big-shots in the fashion industry was that they were all exceedingly arrogant. That they dispensed of people easily and claimed the achievements of those around them as their own. Nina removed my prejudice, but still remains a diamond in the rough, who values relationships and quickly moves from being an inspiration, an extraordinary visionary and master couturier into the hearts and circle of family, to anyone fortunate enough to work with her. To me, Nina is like New York City: elegant, timeless, abundant, resilient and the height of style. Urging all those around to be strong, believe in themselves and become the best they can be, while utterly accepting them the way they are. Indeed I can't think of one without the other, both having made such dramatic impacts on my life: my first impressions of the Big City in which I was overcome when I met the only woman in the world I want to resemble.... and how they both forever changed my perception of freedom and blew my mind.
I remember reading somewhere once, that while people may forget your words or actions, they will never forget how you made them feel. Nina made me feel talented. Capable of anything. She used to tell me to follow my dreams and damn the consequences - to grasp what I wanted with all my might and never, never let go or give up. On gloomy days like today when I am full of reflection: I wonder at myself and my self doubt, for if I am good enough for Nina Gleyzer - then I know I am good enough for the very best!
NB// The link above to the aforementioned Nina article was indeed written by me and has been published completely unedited: but due to contractual loop holes, the Editor in Chief of the e-gazine has since claimed it as her own.
Grey weather always makes me pensive and I've been thinking a lot about my week, this year, my life. On Tuesday something happened that made me cry the kind of deep, heaving sobs that come from far, far within: when the one person in my life I could ever call 'idol' paid me the highest compliment and gave me a shout out for yet another of her successes at New York City's Couture Fashion Week. I felt beyond humbled - maybe what I felt was closer to shock - that someone who's world renown as a leading couturier, someone I revere and feel honoured to just know, would remember one of the little people, like me. Since then, I've been reliving our entire relationship and reconsidering what she means in my life...
Her name is Nina Gleyzer and I met her for the first time in February 2011 as a fresh-faced, wide-eyed new-comer to New York City, the Waldorf Astoria, Couture Fashion Week and the fashion industry. I was asked to fill in for the editor of an Atlanta based fashion magazine, who was unable to attend the event due to a prior work commitment, and to say I was overjoyed is a serious understatement! I was flying higher than ever before in my life, seeing The City and the glitz and glamour of the fashion industry for the first time. There's nothing, ever, like the first time.
I remember everything: the freezing chill that winded me as I stepped out of LaGuardia airport; the sleet on the ground; the excited butterflies that swarmed the pit of my stomach as I was ushered to the cab line and finally witnessed with my own two eyes, the arrival of iconic yellow cabs of Manhattan, followed by the surreal ride over the bridge and the vision of that most worshiped skyline unfolding before me...
SIGH.
Of course, that was nothing at all compared to the fruit bats that promptly ate and replaced my stomach-butterflies when we actually entered New York City: where my expectations and everything I thought I knew of the buildings, landmarks and streets, dissipated. I realized in that moment that no matter how much you obsess over movies, books, webpages or magazine articles about New York - you'll never truly know the city until you visit. It's overwhelming. It's incredible. Indescribable. One of the best places on Earth.
I couldn't believe my luck when we pulled up in front of the Hilton on the Avenue of America's! I was staying here?! Never before had I seen such a grand hotel, such luxury, nor so much high fashion and evident wealth in one place at the one time! Louis Vuitton boots, Prada handbags, mink fur coats, tiny dogs wearing diamond encrusted collars... this really was like every movie I'd ever seen // and that was just the hotel lobby! I tried my best to act like I belonged, despite the neon THIS IS MY FIRST TIME HERE AND I'M UTTERLY OVERWHELMED billboard hovering above my head! But, it was New York after all, no one noticed or cared. Bliss!
After getting my key, I practically ran to my (beautiful) room, where I immediately flung open the curtains and just stood starring at the view before me with tears of joy in my eyes for several minutes. I took a much needed soak in the garden tub, had a meal and tried to compose myself, before I getting ready and leisurely wandering over to the Waldorf where I suppressed many excited squeals as I checked in as press for (you guessed it) the first time in my life! It was in this state of elated gratitude that I took my place in the second row, notebook on lap, and took in the show. Impeccable dress after impeccable dress flowed down the runway and the evening consisted of six designers total, two cocktail breaks and three hours. But two designers stood out to everyone: Suzie Turner with her feathered ballgown masterpieces; and Nina Gleyzer with her timeless, Chanel-chic.
While I had interviewed designers before, none had been of this caliber and I was nervous. Many prey upon that and act snooty. Not Nina. I can't really describe what it felt like to meet her, but I have always imagined it would feel like meeting Mademoiselle Chanel. She was so confidant, so poised yet so passionate, that I was overcome with emotion and immediately had to find a corner to draft up my article in a trance of admiration. That has never happened with anyone else.
After that, came the larger-than-life after party and two more magical, whirlwind days in Manhattan. Those were two days of snow, blistering cold and exploring the city. Two evenings of runways, interviews, canape's and cocktails. When I returned to Atlanta, I submitted my articles and, feeling somewhat deflated, carried on freelancing - business as usual and nothing as glamorous as high fashion or New York City.
Two weeks later, the Editor in Chief of the fashion magazine called me with the highest praise: Nina Gleyzer herself had read my article and wanted to thank me personally! I was floored! Anyone who actually reads what I wrote about her will see why! Of course, I instantly re-read said article and all of those feelings of awe I experienced upon meeting Nina, came rushing back. She is a force. And yet, she noticed me. Little old me: interviewing internationally renown designers for the very first time and stumbling horribly along the way. She wanted to thank ME for my praise - which was essentially putting down on paper how her composure made me feel self-conscious, unrefined and somewhat intimidated! Thank ME for esteeming her and her collection. That what my first glimpse at Nina Gleyzer: an untarnished soul that's remained humble and grateful despite decades in the corrupting high fashion industry which takes only months to destroy lesser beings.
Another few weeks went by when suddenly we were being re-introduced at a charity event in Atlanta. 'So you're the talented girl who wrote such a beautiful article about me,' she casually said, loud enough for our circle and bystanders to hear, while I turned a vivid shade of red! 'Come see me at my atelier some time, I would love to chat with you.' And just like that, began a life-changing, heart wrenching relationship between little ol' me and a woman of the highest strength and caliber I've ever encountered. We spent the next few months rewriting her website, because she liked the way I described her
It blows my mind because while I gave her a few written descriptions for her website, she had given me something I can never quantify or fully express. It was always simply an honour being in her presence: she is a big deal and she knows it! But amazingly, she encouraged me. Inspired me. Believed in me. Loved and cared for me. Most importantly, she was always brutally honest with me. Her holler in my direction made me weep with humility and just awe of the woman I worship, but now that I think about it, I wonder why it came as such a surprise at all. I quickly saw, while working with her, that Nina has a tight-knit team of photographers, models, publications, buyers, students and so forth: all loyal to her and every one of whom she was loyal to in return. She treated them all just like she treated me: with genuine warmth, acceptance and beaming pride.
Before I met Nina Gleyzer, my impression of the big-shots in the fashion industry was that they were all exceedingly arrogant. That they dispensed of people easily and claimed the achievements of those around them as their own. Nina removed my prejudice, but still remains a diamond in the rough, who values relationships and quickly moves from being an inspiration, an extraordinary visionary and master couturier into the hearts and circle of family, to anyone fortunate enough to work with her. To me, Nina is like New York City: elegant, timeless, abundant, resilient and the height of style. Urging all those around to be strong, believe in themselves and become the best they can be, while utterly accepting them the way they are. Indeed I can't think of one without the other, both having made such dramatic impacts on my life: my first impressions of the Big City in which I was overcome when I met the only woman in the world I want to resemble.... and how they both forever changed my perception of freedom and blew my mind.
I remember reading somewhere once, that while people may forget your words or actions, they will never forget how you made them feel. Nina made me feel talented. Capable of anything. She used to tell me to follow my dreams and damn the consequences - to grasp what I wanted with all my might and never, never let go or give up. On gloomy days like today when I am full of reflection: I wonder at myself and my self doubt, for if I am good enough for Nina Gleyzer - then I know I am good enough for the very best!
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one of my all-time favourite Nina Gleyzer creations |
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all audience eyes upon her masterpiece creations <3 |
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I've always felt extremely honoured to be considered part of the team |
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my current craze | BBC
Tuesday, September 9, 2014
right now my obsession isn't a material object at all: right now, with work being out of control busy and me feeling utterly exhausted every night, I can't get enough BBC (British Broadcasting Corporation) programs! I've gone through show after show in the evenings on Netflix, snug under a blanket, glass of wine in hand; starting with my all-time-favourite Keeping Up Appearances, then The Vicar of Dibley, Ripper Street, Merlin, Sherlock Holmes and now Monarch of the Glen! A.D.D.I.C.T.E.D.
British programs somehow make me feel like I'm home and I'm not sure why. Growing up in Australia, we mainly watched Aussie shows, very rarely anything by the BBC - although I suppose they were often on in the background. Now that the majority of my life is being spent at work, time differences matter a whole lot more and that means I'm communicating with friends and fam a whole lot less :( I feel their loss during the days but once I'm settled down before the TV, it feels like the distance between us no longer exists! They could be just up the street once more, laughing along.
It's funny, my American husband basically hates BBC programs. He thinks English humour is lame and I can't count the number of times I've had to pause the screen for laughing so hard, while he's sat starring blankly at me! LOL. Lucky football season has started so he has something else to preoccupy himself with while I'm immersed in the comfort of the familiar most evenings!
British programs somehow make me feel like I'm home and I'm not sure why. Growing up in Australia, we mainly watched Aussie shows, very rarely anything by the BBC - although I suppose they were often on in the background. Now that the majority of my life is being spent at work, time differences matter a whole lot more and that means I'm communicating with friends and fam a whole lot less :( I feel their loss during the days but once I'm settled down before the TV, it feels like the distance between us no longer exists! They could be just up the street once more, laughing along.
It's funny, my American husband basically hates BBC programs. He thinks English humour is lame and I can't count the number of times I've had to pause the screen for laughing so hard, while he's sat starring blankly at me! LOL. Lucky football season has started so he has something else to preoccupy himself with while I'm immersed in the comfort of the familiar most evenings!
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