for the soul - music - travel ♥ For The Love Of George

name. lauren (let's leave it at that, shall we? this is the internet after all)
likes. the scent of gardenia blooms
dislikes. saying no, and people who pretend to be victims of circumstance
has her best ideas. whilst napping. best excuse for an afternoon kip
dreams of. the ether
wishes. she could speak three languages + dance to hip hop (she will never be that cool)
loves. sunshine
really loves. organising stuff, setting up systems and processes.
yeah baby

I am an art director in the magazine publishing industry, residing in Melbourne, Australia.

Dangerously close to 30 years of age, I haven't clung to the appearance of youth, but embraced the 'nanna-arts'.

When not whipping up a layout in InDesign or attending a photo shoot at work, I love nothing more than cosy-ing up at home with my lovely husband and gorgeous puppies.

JUL

for the soul

11 JULY 2010 | MUSIC | TRAVEL | NO COMMENTS

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9hVp47f5YZg

‘Window Seat’, from Erykah Badu’s latest album — “New Amerykah, Pt. 2 – Return of the Ankh”

I officially started my four-day week this week. Work has been busy and stressful of late, so on Friday I resolved to treat myself. It was such a beautiful day, clear blue skies and bright sunshine, though incredibly cold. Thus, I decided to drive to the Yarra Valley — to soak in some rays, treasure hunt in an antique store and pick up some provisions for the weekend.

Erykah Badu’s latest album was pumping through the stereo as I wound my way through the lush green fields. I felt more and more rejuvenated at every turn. Marinated persian fetta, spiced quinces in syrup, parmesan crispbreads and honey and walnut ice-cream from Yarra Valley Dairy, and my journey was complete. I love my home. Thanks for being so awesome.

Don’t you just hate it when you whip out your swish SLR camera to take a photo of a breathtaking scene, only to find you’ve no power in your battery? Luckily, I keep my little happy-snapper in my bag 24/7. A panorama of the Yarra Valley — where the thick white mist settles and punctuates the rolling hills.