So, last Saturday, I woke up early after our night celebrating our friend's last night in her flat so I could go and pick up the car. I'd driven there, thinking I would not drink and could drive the three of us home, but the wine came out and of course I changed my mind... splishy sploshy anybody? Of course it was only in the taxi on the way home I realised I'd parked in what would become a two hour spot from 7am. What would be a 20 minute car drive in the light traffic of such unlovely hours for a Saturday morning would be at least an hour and a half on Melbourne's attempt at public transport, so I had to get cracking. I am almost embarrassed to admit that John saw me about to leave, and offered to go on his bike – he's a super fit bike rider and it would take him half an hour. Of course I gladly accepted, and, feeling like the most spoilt-y-est spoilt princess ever, got back into bed for some lazy internet surfing. John then upped this by returning with the car and flowers for me. He's gone from being a lovely fiance to a lovely husband. Feeling rather pleased!
By now it was time for me to get out of bed (again) and have breakfast. Still loving the oaties and have them on the weekend, too. They're so nice cold. I thought I'd share the view from our sofa. The peacock feathers were rescued from their seclusion down on the floor next to the tv and popped in behind it, waggling about in the drafts like insect antennae. One of the feathers lost its eye. I'm plotting where to put some bookshelves and this spot is starting to look pretty tempting... and yes, there's my trusty Cedel, the best hairspray ever. We were going to go and buy a present for our nephew and then head to the city for our friend's birthday. This meant there'd be a fair amount of walking around, so those ballet shoes I got last year went on – I get so much use from them but I do admit, I miss heels – along with this favourite vintage dress. Embroidery used to give a me a sort of sympathy headache for whoever would have done all that work, even when it was the machine kind. I've really come to love it, though. A picture before we'd headed into melt town. I'd left doing my hair too late, washing it when I got home on the Friday night and waking up with still-damp flatness. A few hours of pin curls and a blast from the hairdryer gave more curl than I had expected, but heat is a challenge for them at the best of times. First we squeezed in a quick stop off at a vintage shop in Thornbury. I don't go to bricks and mortar shops nearly enough, and want to do so more this year. This shop has an amazing 1940s dress that I wanted to try on but was already too hot, sweaty and gross, so I'll have to hope it waits for me. I know from experience that it probably won't, but fate will have to decide. I also saw an amazing floral print rayon dress, and was very tempted by the easiest of them all to wear, especially in the heat: an early 1960s cotton floral in white with red details. Still, I am trying to save up for our trip, so, purdy dresses were left behind and onwards it was. We went to our favourite cafe, Mixed Business on the North Fitzroy/Clifton Hill border. North Fitzroy has some amazing houses and gardens, and it's always a pleasure to walk past them. Cold coffee, on ice, for us. John likes his sweetened, I like mine as is. We then popped in to see Jules at Heroes and Villains to buy a whale for the nephew. We've known Jules for years from living just down the road from the shop, way back when it was under a different name, and she very kindly whipped up our blue friend here. We weren't too sure what to call him. Was he Whaley, or Mr Whale? Then it was straight on into the city. The transport here is even less reliable than usual at the moment so we drove to one of the parks on the edge of the CBD, found a spot surprisingly fast, and then walked to the bar to meet our friend. It was only a 10 minute walk, but in the heat it took a lot longer than that. You can see the heat haze around the Church. Still, for all the gasping and clinging to the few shadey spots, it was a beautiful walk. The old buildings here are really something else. And it feels really exotic to see the mix of the old Victorian buildings, the newer, concrete blocky ones and then the palm trees dotted around them all. Although by this point I was wilting and VERY ready for a cold drink. These flowers seem to thrive in it though. I love them; they look like flames and they're fierce rather than pretty. The birthday drinks were lovely, I put my camera in my bag and left it there, and we gulped down cold water before John could join everyone with the beers and whiskeys and I kept to the water so I could drive us home later. Well, I had to thank him for his morning bike adventure! We then headed back home in a slightly cooler late afternoon, where I could pop open a bottle of fizzy pink moscato, and we shut the blinds and watched Game of Thrones (almost finished! What WILL we do without it?) and discovered that the whiskey we have at the moment tastes very good in the heat. Babycat of course chose the hottest room in the house to sprawl, but then she likes the fan and the planties, and I think she is as ready as I am for Autumn!