Turns Out I’m a Daddy’s Girl After All


I love my papa.

He’s a gentle soul, a quiet achiever and music buff. Nothing makes him happier than a great meal, an excellent glass of red and countless hours in his music room, perusing his impressive record collection.

Neither Alistair or myself have lived with him for several years, and due to Melissa’s political commitments they are often travelling or busy with functions. This means I don’t get to spend a great deal of time with my Dad, but it does make those fortnightly (sometimes monthly – woops!) catch ups extra special.

With Andrew in Melbourne, and Melissa coming home late from Canberra, I took the opportunity to invite my Dad around for dinner last night. I must admit I was pretty intimidated to cook for him, he’s one of the best cooks I know and takes great pride in his food. I needn’t have worried though – he loved it all. Honestly, I think it was one of the best nights we’ve spent together. He brought around a bottle of wine, I cooked Spanish fish stew (which he’s told me he can’t ever have at home – Melissa doesn’t like it) and we chatted; for hours.

Dad and I have always gotten along, but there have been times, especially growing up, where I found him frustrating or didn’t understand where his thoughts were coming from. It’s so interesting to see how our relationship has changed as I’m growing up. I no longer feel the need to change him; I appreciate his good qualities, and forgive him for his minor flaws – just as he has done for me my whole life.


After he drove away, I shut the door behind him and noticed the smile on my face. I’m lucky to have this man in my life, and I’m even more lucky to have finally realised that.

I always thought I was exactly like my Mum. I look more like her, we speak the same way and use the same gestures.
Lately, though I’m realising how much I take after the first man in my life. And you know… I don’t mind it at all.



Faithful Friends Who are Deer to Us..

What a week this was! I think it was the best all year..
Last weekend the birthday celebrations begun with lunch at Nobu with Andrew, my Dad and my step-mum. Ah-mazing as always!
Andrew treated me to breakfast on Sunday morning at Mrs S, and then the rest of the day was dedicated to Christmas baking:

IMG_4378I made these little guys for the best day at work. Every year we set up the Christmas tree in the morning, while singing along to Michael Buble. Once it’s ready, the whole office meets us for a morning tea, raising funds for a charity. This year, the donations went towards the Make-a-Wish Foundation.

The next day, I celebrated turning 24 with coffee, danishes, presents – Andrew even made sushi at home, drove in and picked me up from work so we could eat lunch in King’s Park.
Mum picked us up later that night for dinner at Catina 663, and we brought along a bottle of Maiolo red we’d been saving from a trip down south ages ago.

We had our work Christmas party on Friday night, at Bib & Tucker. It’s always nice seeing everyone let their hair down after a year of working so hard.
Unfortunately I have zero photos from the night, so I will have to wait for the professional ones!

The real highlight though, was our Girl’s Christmas.
An annual affair, yesterday we celebrated for the fourth year running.


Courtney decorated her house beautifully, keeping with her beachy theme.
We rolled in around 2:30pm, with a plate of food each- ready for a sneaky beverage and a dip in the pool.
Once all the girls had arrived, we exchanged secret santa presents and showed off our gifts. Mine was clearly the best:



The food. Oh, the food! I glazed me a ham, Rachel cooked her beautiful roast pork, Jasmine and Kendra brought some much needed salads, Anh provided gorgeous, fresh prawns and a huge fruit platter, Bri supplied us with pre-dinner snacks (oh how we love dips!), Laura roasted some hearty veges and Lucy made an amazing Pavlova! A huge call, considering I don’t even like Pav.

My little carver, she did such a good job!

However, Brooke brought the greatest gift of all.



IMG_4412To my beautiful friends, Merry Christmas! I love you all to bits, and hope that this is a tradition that we carry on for many more years to come.
It is, without a doubt, one of my favourite days of the year.