A rooftop picnic... phwoar! Via.

I can't believe how quickly the weekend flew. Time flies when you're having fun! Over the past two days I have fallen in love with British Bulldogs, eliminated carbs (bread, pasta and rice) from my diet, sold homemade biscuits and toasted muesli, finished reading 'The Beautiful and Damned', discovered a cheap and cheerful Japanese restaurant, started reading 'Master of the Game' (I created a must-read list by default), participated in the Pub2Pub Fun Run, and drank tea/ate Anzac biscuits. Hope you had a wonderful weekend and have a great start to the week! x.

P.S. Check out this post about personal blogging. Interesting!

Yesterday afternoon (after spending the morning in the kitchen), Uncle T and I photographed products for The Little Burrow's website. The photos I took didn't turn out the way we had hoped so Uncle T took over! x.

Last Friday, Uncle T and I celebrated The Little Burrow's first store delivery (I totally forgot to inform you that our website is up and running) at Albion Lane Cafe and later at Revolver. We are ecstatic to be supplying Justin North's Quarter 21 and hope our little soldiers (bags of toasted muesli) do us proud! Thank you to our family and friends for their love and support - it means a lot to us. x.

My attempt to out-do The Sartorialist.

I was in awe of this little girl's ballet shoes.

Desperate for my morning coffee.

Currently my favourite hang out...

Because of it's attention to detail.

One of the "fanciest" burgers in town.

Interesting: "S.Pellegrino meets Missoni."

Wow. What a week it's been! After working tirelessly in the kitchen and at the markets, The Little Burrow is finally up and running. I am exhausted but extremely proud of what we have achieved so far. A big thank you to all our customers/supporters. Can't wait to do it all again/see you next Sunday :) x.

P.S. Here are a few photos from last Saturday. Dan and I caught up for brunch at Le Pain Quotidien in Surry Hills. It was a strange experience... the cafe was in the middle of nowhere, the music was classical and didn't suit the decor (think 'Swan Lake' on a farm), our soy lattes came in bowls (which I didn't mind), our bread basket was nowhere to be seen (we asked the staff several times and nothing was done about it until forty minutes later) that we felt irrelevant.

Okay that sounded more terrible than it actually was! Dan and I had fun (like always) and enjoyed the bread but the Le Pain 'experience' is somewhat better overseas. Before you label us as 'snobs' it's not because they are international, it's simply because they care.