sweet pea sylvie has moved!

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Hi friends and followers! Just a quick note to let you know I have moved blogging platforms. You can still find me at www.sweetpeasylvie.com, but I'm still figuring out what implications that has for those of you who follow via email/RSS/Bloglovin. Until then, pop on over and check it out! Thanks xx
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culinary hibernation.

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We woke up to a cold southerly this morning, like somebody kicked the door in and a bone chilling draft came out of nowhere. This kind of weather makes me crave rich wintery goodness in my belly, the kind that puts you in a food coma all day long. Light salad seems an insult to freezing fingers. In fact anything that doesn't involve butter or stock or rich tomato - go away, you peppy foods - don’t come back until I can feel my toes.

Of course, that heavy feeling post-Mount Everest (of lasagna) means climbing into a tangle of warm sheets for digestive purposes. It is simply the best sensation on earth and I’ve resolved to not limit going to bed to just once a day. It's an official winter necessity for our household over the next three months.

On a side note - I love this pan wall. Can I please get it in my kitchen now?
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rugged up.

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Currently I start every morning with an aspiration to be the epitome French cozy chic (true fact). It really is the best part about winter, cold weather brings out the the hidden mademoiselle in all of us. If you were to come over for a coffee, 99% of the time I would be rugged up in merino with a chunky scarf, uggs, and my favourite Levi's. With minimal make up and tousled hair, it's my best attempt to get that 'just thrown together' effortless look the French do so well. Perfecting the art of layering is a work in progress for me, but I've found it helps to start with a base of merino, layered up with a blouse, a jumper, then a coat and the chunkiest scarf I can find a la' Pinterest. Have you tried layering? What works best for you?

TOP | Me wearing Kate Sylvester merino & Moochi hooded scarf
BOTTOM | left, middle, right
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21/52.

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"a photo of Marley once a week, every week in 2013"

He tested out the sandpit for the first time this week. He was a little apprehensive about getting stuck in, choosing to sit on the edge instead. I love those little sand covered toes.
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city pulse.

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Living within ten minutes walk of hours of entertainment for a small child, we hardly venture far from our borough, leaving the bustling CBD to the men in suits. Every now and again we are sucked into the corporate Lambton Quay for errands, and the day usually finishes with an over-stimulated child and a serious case of pram rage. I do my best to avoid such situations (please remind me never to move to NYC), but today I awoke with an unusual case of spontaneity and drive to get my to-do list crossed off.

Well, the stars aligned for us on this particular Friday, and we set off on foot to make the trek into the concrete jungle. I had this ambitious plan to walk in, run errands along the Quay, dodge my way back to Te Papa for some much-needed museum wandering, then make the journey back home in time for M's afternoon nap. Energised by the hustle and bustle, my grandiose plan somehow came to culmination. As I carved my way through the footpath, Marley waved to passer-bys like a prince in his carriage (much to my amusement), and pointed to sky-high cranes building the Wellington skyline.

Stepping into Te Papa, New Zealand's cornerstone of creativity and history, we transported ourselves to Samoa, making music in the fale and exploring the feeling of the tapa cloth. Witnessing the process of discovery, seeing Marley explore his heritage with wonder, I make a mental note to come here more often. We are so lucky to have this amazing resource at our fingertips.

We reluctantly ventured back in the direction of home, skipping the afternoon nap in favour of stopping for slices of pizza in Courtney Place. We arrived back feeling tired, accomplished, inspired. It was one of those days where the wind was settled and the afternoon sun casted a shadow across the CBD. Every person, every building, every park bench, was a pulse beating in the rhythm of the city I love.
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