weekend love {the wedding edition}

So my little sis is now a mrs, livin' in up in some swanky private villa sipping champers and thai cocktails, simultaneously I'm sure. As you do on your honeymoon.

Melbourne turned on some spectacular weather for the big event, all went to plan, love was declared, rings were exchanged, photos were taken, a party was had.

While the newlyweds bask in the glory of wedded bliss, the rest of us return to the not at all swanky private villa of Chateau P sipping, um, peppermint tea and three coffees a day, just trying to catch up. On sleep. On washing. On jobs. All the things that got pushed to the side during the final week of wedding fever.

I know you expected photo overload here, but my mothers' {mother's? single or plural? I'm never sure} day present is arriving in a few days and I want to wait to edit properly. I had a trial last month and can't go back. Sorry iPhoto. It's been great. But it's time to move on.

While I try to catch my breath and prepare for a little boy's third birthday next week, I suspect things will be somewhat quiet in this little space for the remainder of the week. My head is flooded with all sorts and my body is screaming for some rest. Of course hubby is manic with work this week. Isn't it always the way? We push on.

Congratulations Mr & Mrs Fabrootzy! Have a cocktail for me x


{Joining in for Point + Shoot with lovely Lou}

52 weeks of grateful :: carl

At 2.30pm this Friday, my baby sister will marry the man who makes her world feel right. The one who makes the awesome stuff, extraordinary. Who makes the good stuff, great. Who makes the average stuff, good. Who makes the miserable stuff, bearable. The one she has chosen to enter parenthood with, to raise a family with, to grow old and grey with. The one who makes her truly happy.

Today I am grateful for her happiness. Grateful she found someone so wonderful, so loving, so kind, so warm. Someone who makes her shine. Someone named Carl. Or Carlos. Or Fabrootz. Or Gussy. My brother-in-law. Where the in-law bit just falls away. I am grateful for you. For bringing so much joy to my sister's life, and to ours.

My heart is bursting with love for you and Courtney right now. On Friday afternoon, when we hear you pronounced as man and wife, the church will be a flood of applause, and cheer and love. So much love. And I will be forever grateful you made my baby sister's world complete.

More gratefulness over at beautiful Bron's place.

*Invitations by the talented girls at Write to Me.

weekend love

It was all about the little people this weekend. Not much happening, hubby worked Saturday, I had a long list of things I wanted to get done. I didn't tick anything off. Those little people sucked every breathe out of me on Saturday (mostly the two biggest ones, the tiny cute one never makes a fuss). I honestly cannot remember the last time I had a day like that. Thank goodness it's so few and far between. Usual weekend chores and a sense of balance restored by Sunday. Prepping and planning and getting excited for a week of wedding fever. Breaking in painfully high high heels, last minute crafting for decorations, final checks of little people outfits, family arriving, final itinerary planning.. exhausting but oh so exciting. We will all collapse in a heap on Sunday. Or maybe that's just me? Until then, we keep moving. Toward the par-tay baby!

I hope you were able to soak up {what looks like} the last of our autumn sunshine.. {at least in Melbourne!} x

{Linking up with the baby obsessed and beautiful Lou for Point + Shoot}

captured {episode one}

Tim is everything people say he is. Warm, inviting, interesting, honest, unique. He tells everyone this with his photography. And then the families who invite him into their homes confirm it. He makes you feel like you have met before. I don't know whether this comes naturally to him, or whether he has just become really good at it since travelling to every corner of this beautiful country in the past year, knocking on the doors of strangers to take their picture. I suspect it is the former. The only thing that didn't match real Tim to internet Tim (in my head), was his voice. I thought it would be really deep. Not Barry White deep. But deeper than average. I have no idea why? I assure you he sounds like a manly man. I should stop typing.

Deep voices aside, Tim fits right in. Without effort, it would seem. He chats easily, joins in with any topic of conversation, is happy to talk about his family, his childhood, one of his (many!) twin sisters who looks remarkably like my little sister, his photography wisdom, his advice. And, of course, his beautiful wife Kesh, and their baby. He moves seamlessly, snapping here and there, never in a rush. Never in a rush to get the shot. And yet he manages to be everywhere and snap everything. He was always destined to be behind the lens. Being invited into strangers' homes. To capture the normal, the everyday, the dynamic, the rhythm, the love.

And he captured ours.

*I decided to split these beautiful images into two posts to give them the respect and justice they deserve. All the outdoor images will become episode two. Soon.