I want you all to come to my virtual New Year's Eve party. I know it is late notice, my apologies, but I found the perfect venue while real estate stalking today and well one thing lead to another and I hatched this harebrained idea that if we all imagined hard enough and clicked our heels we could wish ourselves to this perfect party house. On a ridge in the hinterland behind Byron Bay in New South Wales lies an old Queenslander style house that is eccentric and magical, fun and historical, kooky and hands down the best house for an end of year bash. Look it even has disco balls ready to light up our night! Not quite to my taste (too many cherubs, Victorian velvet and lace bedspreads), I couldn't live here but I could certainly party here! I am drawn in by its siren's call. An entertainer's paradise with age and character, loads of character, luxury and a little decay, a pool with a teepee, Moreton Bay fig trees to flirt under, verandahs to lounge on drink in hand and a rainforest stream for Sunday morning BBQ breakfast for those of us who haven't indulged too much. For those of you who haven't made it to bed yet there are vitamin B tablets and aspirin in the kitchen and heavy drapes in the bedrooms when you finally make it to sleep. We promise to keep the gramophone turned down low. Happy New Year!! (Link here while it lasts.)
Finally the finish line is in sight! The last of our featured blogs for 2011. I have loved sharing all these wonderful sites. Almost 100 ... yes 100 (actually 98 but who's quibbling ;) blogs and tumblrs to explore and enjoy. Ok are we settled in? Are we ready for our last whip around the blogosphere? Let's go!
I've developed an addiction to christmas cake. This is worrying. I can't seem to boil the kettle without reaching for the cake tin. Help! And I never thought that I would ever say that if I see another piece of leftover ham I think I will become a pig. I don't mean an over eater. I mean the animal. My new year's resolutions will have to include lots of exercise. Time to sit back, boil that kettle and try not to reach for the cake. It's blog time!