Cheers my dears! Oh my goodness! You have absolutely no idea what a pleasure it is to actually be sitting at my desk, typing these words you’re reading. Ah, the relief!
You may have noticed Kimba Likes had a little hiatus. Believe me, it was not a deliberate choice. More issues than Vogue! To cut a long story short, I changed hosts and then realised how little tech knowledge I actually had as I completely stuffed up my own site migration. Working with a dodgy backup file really didn’t help me either.
The holiday season, some inconsistent information and customer service, and time delays due to time zone vagaries just added to the whole delightful experience. I put myself into a flapanic like no other.
In the end, the only solution was to start again from scratch and rebuild my site. Here we are! Phew!
Let’s catch up! Firstly, how was your Christmas? New Year? Have you been on holiday? What was your favourite Christmas present? Set any New Year’s resolutions? I’ll go first, shall I?
The Christmas season really officially kicks off in our family when school is out. Boyo and I had lots of fun hanging out together. We had some of his mates over, we went to the movies (Alexander’s Craptacular Day – lots of fun. Paddington – gorgeous!), we had a PJ Day, we did some last minute shopping, we went for a bike ride, he got a very smooth new ‘do and we just, you know, hung out. It was awesome.
I just love our Xmess Tree. It truly is a hot mess. Like a drag queen ate a box of sparkly pom poms and burped on our tree. The decorations encompass Kiwiana, vintage, cross stitched (by me!), Boyo’s kid art (love the progression over the years), classic Pooh, Welsh dragons, Star Wars, sequinned birds, flocked reindeer, Granny-made decorations (so beautiful), hand blown glass baubles, Champagne corks, vintage Santa boots from my childhood, and, of course, bunnies! I couldn’t love it more.
The Welshman had Christmas Eve off, so we had all the wrapping and shopping and prep done quite early on in the day. He’s an organiser. After our traditional Champagne and oysters, we watched Love Actually. Another lovely Christmas Eve tradition. We had a romantic dance in our lounge room and drank too much Scotch. A new Christmas Eve tradition … but one I’m keen to continue!
Our Christmas Day is just the three of us … and we love it! We have smoked salmon scrambled eggs and Champagne for breakfast. After we’ve opened the pressies, of course. We have chocolate for morning tea and a late lunch (or early dinner if you will). This year, the Welshman roasted cattleman steaks on the barbecue. Boyo made pigs in blankets. Christmas pudding for supper. Boyo and I whipped up a pavlova. OK, I lie. We bought a Coles Finest Vanilla Bean pavlova. But we did whip the cream and slice the strawberries ourselves!
On Boxing Day, we have our traditional late lunch with friends-who-are-family. The kids are like cousins. It’s so lovely! We ate and drank and ate some more and maybe a bit more drinking too. Then we danced. The middle aged parents club is the lounge room. Heckled by our children. I had to pay Boyo $5 to bust a move with me.
The Welshman had planned to make a spiced gammon, but won a ginormous ham in a meat raffle so we ate that instead. Delicious desserts. Sublime salads. Incredible cheeses.
Good gods, how big is a ham?! It’s still going. We’ve given away slabs of it. Eaten it for breakfast and lunch and even dinner. We took it on holiday with us. The remnants were carved off and are now in the freezer. In case anyone possibly wants any more ham. Ever. Not me.
We backed it up with another Christmas late lunch with my BFF. More ham. Lamb lollipops. Christmas cake. More Champagne and wine than strictly necessary. More mad dancing. All good.
My favourite Christmas present? Love my sterling silver heart earrings from Robert Young Sculpture. Foo Fighter tickets are obviously awesome. House of Cards boxset is a winner. Bunny ice cube tray from Typo. My Kikki K lavender leather phone wristlet. My Seed leather-brimmed sunhat. OK, no favourites. I loved them all!
So not a fan of New Year’s Eve. Too many people. Too many drunkenly annoying people. This year, I also had a hideously sore blocked ear, so the thought appealed even less.
We had a New Year’s Eve Eve celebration with friends. So lovely. Until the teen girls decided to serenade us from the balcony with a karaoke machine. Turned up to 11. Talk about feedback. My feedback was my blocked ear and I are going home for a Panadol.
The Blokefolk ventured into Pyrmont for the midnight shebang. I dropped them off at the Light Rail station, and they had a short walk, a fab view and nabbed a cab to be home by 12.30. Winning!
So not a fan of New Year’s resolutions. I resolve to keep being awesome. So much easier to maintain and you don’t beat yourself up when you don’t manage to leap out of bed at sparrow’s every morning to do a leisurely 5km run, yogalates class and inhale a green smoothie; don’t buy anything new for the rest of the year and get back into your high school jeans. Luckily, mine don’t fit.
Thank the gods because they ranged from bubblegum stovepipes to stonewashed hideousness to customised 501s to denim overalls. Actually, I loved the 501s. I love them still. And I recently bought myself a pair of short denim overalls.
The Welshman’s Birthday
The Welshman and his twin brother arrived six weeks early. They were due around Valentine’s Day but arrived very early in the New Year instead. It’s often hard to organise a really awesome party. People are partied out or away on holiday. This year, he organised his own party, bless him. I told you he was an organiser.
Public Dining Room at Balmoral Beach. We started with cocktails and ended with the Welshman and the kids jumping off the pier into the ocean. Followed by Champagne and bunny cuddles back at ours.
After our guests had departed (via Uber, I think I’ve converted them), we lit the firepit and made s’mores. Enjoyed each other’s company. Such a special family moment.
I love Public Dining Room. I truly do. That’s why I recommend it so often. Unfortunately, the Recommendation Curse struck. You know how you rave about your hairdresser and send your friend there and then ask why they got a mullet the next time you see them? Uhoh. It was your fabulous hairdresser. Please note, this no longer happens to me since the gorgeous Christina from Hair Romance recommended Stevie English to me. My local area is looking much better with all the new ‘dos from all my recommendations!
Well, the same thing happens with restaurants. We had a rather brusque waitress who informed me that the kitchen was unable to substitute anything on the menu due to my allergy requirements (despite them doing this every single other time we’d visited. D’oh, that’s why we keep returning) because, and I quote, “we are too busy”. Colour me unimpressed. Funnily enough, they didn’t offer a discount.
Despite this less than stellar service, the food was still delicious, the company was sublime and the Welshman had a fabulous birthday. Love that man. Man, I married well.
Just a little local break this year. We’ve got overseas visitors coming this year, and a European holiday planned for the following year.
We headed up to Eaglereach Wilderness Resort. It’s in Vacy, NSW. A short hop from Morpeth or Dungog.
Lots of privately owned cabins and lodges available for short stays with a central restaurant and visitor centre area. You can play tennis, have a game of pool or table tennis, go for a swim, utilise the playground, ride bikes, go offroad on the 4WD tracks, go kayaking, try your hand at fishing and yabbying, go bushwalking … you can even have a massage or a basic facial. I’d go for the massage personally. I do a better facial in my own bathroom. Can’t massage my own hands though – now that was sublime.
Or you could just hang out in your lodge, admiring the gorgeous view over the valley to the Barrington Tops. Enjoying it from the spa on the verandah is my personal recommendation.
Boyo recommends befriending the local wildlife. By which he means handfeeding the kangaroos and wallabies, not the goannas.
Now it’s back to life, back to reality. (Go on, you can sing the rest). The Welshman’s back to work. Boyo has activities and sports camp. And you’ll find me here, hanging out on my blog. Man, I’ve missed it. Missed you ladybugs and gentleworms too!
It’s too late to wish you a Merry Christmas, but not too late for a very Happy New Year shoutout! I’d love to hear what you’ve been up to – tell me all about it!