But the most recent weekend happened to be surrounded by Easter as well; four straight days of glorious nothing to look forward to. I had this one marked down in my diary a fair few weeks in advance... Of course I'm not one to make plans, so I didn't end up doing much at all which was lovely in itself.
I did manage to get a good bit of mileage out of dear Hilary. Sophie's blog entry on
Top Paddock, Richmond, was not one of those places. Coffee was great, staff were chipper enough given it was a public holiday and the food was delicious and plated a little bit fancier to maybe warrant the slightly steeper prices. That's about all the food blogging I can handle these days so content yourself with that. No instagram photoz.
Afterwards we took a long winding trip down Flemington road towards Maribyrnong and I made a healthy bunch of errors and u-turns and one completely unnecessary detour. When we FINALLY made it to Highpoint I let out an exasperated hoot of victory and proceeded to miss the exit (so add an extra u-turn to the list).
Highpoint is huge! The newer wing was very much Chadstone 2.0 and the dimensions of everything was that much bigger than what was necessary. I walked away with a pair of jeans and a cardigan with on-trend elbow patches. I was meant to be shopping for something to wear to next weekend's wedding (more on that later) but I couldn't quite find that elusive blue blazer that's both affordable and properly cut to my awkward pudgy body.
Monday I headed up North instead. I met Nicole at her abode way out in St Helena for food and trip planning. It felt like the roads anywhere past Eltham were pointlessly windy. I would hate to be stuck in morning traffic up there. She drove us over to Thornbury for brunch at a place called Little Henri. I couldn't help but notice the Jason Jones touch to everything (smashed avo, whimsical semi-industrial fit-out, similarly presented baguettes, Allpress) but as far as I know he hasn't branched out to the North yet (or has he?)
The further we drove up High Street, the trendier it got, until we hit Northcote. Everything was closed except for Penny Farthing so we dropped in for another coffee (sorry Nicole) before heading back home to talk travel. I think the planning stage is half the fun of a big trip. At this point, everything feels exciting and very much doable and you're not yet burdened by money or your own tired feet dragging behind you...