Fictional politics, winter fashion, quiet getaways and views from the top: here are some of my favourite things from the last few months.
House of Cards
Ahh, Francis J. Underwood…the most intriguing (and occasionally terrifying) TV lead since Walter White. I missed the initial House of Cards hype train when the show first started (as I am rather apt to do), but boy oh boy did I jump on board recently! I quickly became fascinated by the ruthless power couple that is the Underwoods, and now I don’t know what to do until Season Four.
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Everything about House of Cards perfectly reflects the smooth, cold, calculating nature of its key characters, from the softly sinister tones of the soundtrack to the carefully crafted aesthetic of the cinematography and set design. The colour palette is gorgeous: muted, neutral and often shadowy, dealing mainly in shades of grey, black, blue and white with the occasional gold highlight. It’s beautiful to look at and listen to; throw in some ultra-sharp political drama and a fourth-wall-breaking Kevin Spacey, and you’ve got some damn addictive viewing.
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Now, speaking of colour palettes…I’m about to get all girly on you here and have an OH-MY-GOD-I-LOVE-CLOTHES moment, so be warned. In my opinion, the best thing about cool-weather clothes (besides their ability to hide the evidence of all those hot chocolates and warming pastries you’ve been consuming) is the beautifully rich range of colours to choose from.
On a recent stocking-up trip to H&M, I bought cardigans and jumpers in shades of mustard, oxblood and byzantium (yellow, maroon and purple, for the less shade-savvy/pretentious reader), and picked up staple navy pieces like spotted blouses and striped long-sleeved tops. I can’t wait to pair them with comfy jeans, scarves and brown lace-up boots for all those hot-chocolate-based outings I’ll soon be going on.
A couple of months ago, Nathan and I both took a week off work and treated ourselves to a little holiday. Travelling up the coast to beautiful North Haven, we spent a few days camping, eating, wandering and playing aqua golf, before moving along to a little cabin at Manning Point – a favourite holiday destination from both of our childhoods. We indulged in three-course home-cooked breakfasts, napped, read books on the beach, played board games, walked around the sleepy streets, and visited the local bowling club senior-citizen-style for dinner and raffles.
Stunning views from North Brother Lookout near North Haven.
Fish and chips by the river at Manning Point.
I hate to use a holiday buzz-phrase like ‘relax and recharge’, but in truth, that’s exactly what we did. I felt like I came home in a totally different mindset, feeling much more relaxed and at ease with myself and the world at large, and so did Nathan. The rare getaways we take are usually to big cities and are jam-packed with activity, so it was really nice to have a holiday in the true sense of the word.
Early evening strolls around Weeroona Caravan Park, Manning Point.
Sky views from my balcony
We’ve had some crazy weather where I live lately; the NSW East Coast has been absolutely battered by wind in gales and rain in torrents. By chance, Nate and I had actually been away from home during the worst of the storms, and due to flooded roads we couldn’t get back when we’d planned. But when we eventually did make it home at 6:30am the following day, we were greeted by the most magical morning sky I’ve ever seen.
Apart from being a welcome respite from the moody cloud-cover of the preceding few days, the gorgeous sunrise reminded me of all the beautiful skyscapes I’ve witnessed from my well-situated balcony. I’ve watched angry clouds amass themselves and spit out purple flashes of lightning; admired painting-esque sunset scenes of puffy clouds hovering on a gilded horizon; and marvelled at the perfect pastel gradient of many a clear afternoon sky. My previous post was even written on my balcony under the calming influence of a brand new day’s sunrise.
Yeah, I’m pretty lucky to live where I do.