Our lovely friends Sass and Mr Sassiest gave us a very special drink for our wedding – at the Waldorf Astoria! (Or at the Met Rooftop Bar but the weather didn’t really permit).


Here I am with Buzz on our way out to Sir Harry’s Bar to share a glass of bubbles with a dear friend we’ve been catching up with while in NY and his friend from home who was at the beginning of a two year adventure in London and was pausing in New York to shop – my kind of girl. What a lovely way to mark the end of our honeymoon with such good company, and courtesy of such treasured friends back home. Thank you S&S 🙂

For the record, here is the full shebang

Guess wedges (see future post on ‘Why I Buy Trashy Shoes’, but incidentally these were fab)
Hudson jeans
Old Navy singlet top – gosh that’s earned its keep
Club Monaco metallic scarf – I am in lust with this
Burberry evening jacket
Cartier Tank watch
LH bracelets – Tiffany
LH rings – Canturi ‘Needle’ wedding set
RH bracelets – Kate Spade
RH ring – smokey quartz with white and cognac diamonds, from the Diamond District
Sadly my Canturi alphabet necklace chain snapped so I am bare-décolletaged
Cliveden diamond studs

Banana Republic Loafers
Adriano Goldschmied jeans
Shirt and Blazer from Banana Republic – we had sone great finds there
Michele watch – thank you no sales tax in Oregon

Buzz would like me to mention that he styles his own hair.





What I did on my holidays.

Today’s haul from Woodbury Common Premium Outlet. Buzz didn’t do too badly either.

Further installments to be titled ‘The Day I Bankrupted My Progeny’, ‘Why I Acquire Slightly Trashy Shoes’ and ‘My Revelation About Why I Go Nuts For Jewellery’ to come – once I’ve recovered and had quite a few drinks.


Top Row L to R:
Kenneth Cole Reaction gold cork wedges
Kenneth Cole Reaction nude patent pumps
Kenneth Cole Reaction black patent pumps (work)

Middle Row L to R:
Nine West black strappy heels (work)
Nine West black patent Mary-Jane pumps (work)

Front Row L to R:
J.Crew black ballet flats
J.Crew floral ballet flats

Calvin Klein black cape with gold detailing
Cartier Tank Francaise, medium, second-hand (Check that one off the Life Acquirements List)

A night of firsts.

On our monthiversary (one month of wedded bliss), we hightailed it to Candle 79 for a slap up dinner.

A couple of Acquisitions had their maiden voyage: my Burberry olive sateen evening jacket that I practically stole from Nordstrom Rack it was so reduced (68% off); and a new cheap but adorably cute pair of Madden Girl by Steve Madden heels.

Also revealed to the adoring public for the first time was my night time RHR (NTRHR, not to be confused with One’s day time RHR or DTRHR), which I haggled (somewhat) for in NYC’s Diamond District on W 47th St. It’s a smokey quartz (nothing fancy) surrounded by two haloes of white and cognac diamonds (which are my favouritest part; Sass I’m thinking of you here), set in rose gold. I have to admit I’m pretty swayed by the size of baubles and this one is definitely on the knuckleduster scale. I can’t link on the iPad but once I can I’ll link to the shop I went to, as they were good to deal with and not at all pushy unlike many of the dealers on 47th.

As a side note: I researched this, both vendor and stone. When you go to the Diamond District, unless you’re in the market for serious bling of such magnitude that reputations ride on it, it’s pretty much caveat emptor and I wasn’t prepared to go and deal entirely on trust.

Speaking of serious bling, apart from the big kids on 5th Ave where you would expect to see bird egg sized rocks, I have never seen so many 10 carat plus ginormo-stones ever as I have in 47th. Really puts Australia’s market in sharp perspective. Eeeek.

*Why yes, that is my husband brushing his teeth in the background of photo 1.




Sunny Sunday in Greenwich.

Sunday lunch in Greenwich Village.

Valiantly trying to work stripes, yellows, neutrals, blues and whites together. Not sure how successful it is.

Shoes: Havaianas
Jeans: Hudson
Belt: Forever New
Singlet underneath: Target
Singlet: Petit Bateau
Cardigan: Banana Republic
Bag: Guess
Sunnies: Gucci
All other accessories the usual suspects.


They call me mellow; We all live in a; It was all.

I think I feel a new accent colour coming on.

Yellow adds a bright splash to my frequent navy-white-red combo, or a tonal highlight to my other olive-neutral-browns.

I have to be careful about this bright yellow blouse though; if I team it with too much black I look like a bumblebee, and if I work it back with too much white I look like a fried egg.

This new bag is made by the touch of dark, almost orangey yellow, and the green-undertoned neutrals are a good way to incorporate the snakeskin trend without looking like you’ve slithered yourself into a python casing. Blerk.

I do think that although I love the colour of these jeans, having been a couch potato for a month has made my thighs look like overstuffed chorizo in them. These daily photos are quite motivating.

Shoes: Crocs
Jeans: Lee Riders
Belt: Macy’s
Singlet: Target
Blouse: Barkins
Blazer: Cue
Bag: Guess
Scarf: Old Navy
Jewellery: nothing new.



Noo Yawk

Aha! My technologically adept husband has taught me to use HD photos on the iPhone.

Noo Yawk.

Shoes: Havaianas
Jeans: True Religion (four weeks of feasting, boozing and nonrunning have given me a bit of a muffin top in these. All the others are in the wash!)
Belt: Cheapie from Macys.
Singlet: Petit Bateau – got two cos they were half price. Love.
Second photo: Jumper: Old Navy lurex; Bag: Guess; Scarf: Old Navy.
Sunnies: Tom Ford.
Cuff: Kate Spade. See? It’s really working hard!
All other jewellery the usuals.



The One That Got Away

Filene’s Basement, Boston.
Racks and racks of it.
75% off. Read it and weep.
This one: black, spangly, long and lovely.
$599 down from about $1700.

I left it. I’d like to imagine me wearing it at various swanky soirées but that’s not really my life ( I think it’s actually HRH The Duchess of Cambridge’s).

But I have these memories.

(The weird bulge coming off my chest in the sideways photo is not a weird boob growth; it’s a protruding ruffle on my top).