Category Archives: opening a bar

Recently I put a call out to fellow child-wranglers to see if anyone had any advice on how to parent our three year-old who cares not a whit for consequences, threats, ultimatums, bribes or danger and only does things if it truly suits her to do so. The Mitz. Edie May Llewellyn. AKA Gregory The Second.  […]

Thank you very much to all the lovely readers who got in touch with me after my last blog that mentioned my half-missing eyebrow. All your well wishes have miraculously caused a few strays to start to grow back. I hate to sound ungrateful, but they are grey. A lot of friends confided via private […]

Shingle Bells, Shingle Bells, Shingle All The Way… These are the lyrics Edie, (our two-year old) sings to her current favourite; Jingle Bells. She loves to sing, never stops. Melody – on point. Lyrics? Always optional. She’s mastered a lot this year so I won’t give her too hard a time. Everything is new when […]

2015 is playing out fast and furiously in the world of Llewellyn/Hart. We’ve had weddings, cookbook edits, openings of bars, childhood-home-selling, rental-house-needing-to-be-moving, relatives with serious illnesses, staff members on holidays, children going through ‘stages’ and then – shockingly – a sudden death in the family. I’m not confident white people have this mourning thing down. […]

It’s a bit of a slow leak I know, but I thought I should, in some formal capacity, let y’all know that The Gretz will be throwing open its doors to the public for the first time tomorrow from 4pm. Hours are.. Friday 4pm- midnight Saturday 12noon-midnight Closed Sunday and Monday. Next week and for every […]

This is Erin’s bottom. It’s a delightful bottom I agree, but i’m only going to use her first name, so any requests for bottom modelling must come through me first. Her manager. I only take 25%. 12.5% for each cheek. I asked her to take a photo of herself wearing these jeans one last time […]

‘Why hasn’t the bar opened yet?’ many lovely people asked me over the weekend while I worked at Hartsyard. I was a tad busy at the restaurant to answer your questions in full, so let me explain more completely here. One reason is the lack of the modern and commonly used device the internet. Those […]

‘What are we going to call this bar?’ Moaned Gregory one day a few weeks ago. For creative people, we really struggle with names – for the bar, for our book, for our children… It’s a serious matter, because typically (unless your kids ditch it the second they realise you named them LEGNA because it’s […]

Many moons ago, when the government first opened telecommunications up to competition, my parents ditched Telecom owing to their appalling customer service. Well, my friends, I am here to tell you that things have changed. This morning, as I was posting the previous blog (so it’s not like Telstra had time to get a tip-off) […]

‘Mama,’ said Q yesterday morning while we were having our breakfast, ‘what does fu%king fu#ked mean?’ She’s four, so that’s not ideal language, is it – she had overheard Gregory eloquently describing his frustrations with something. Had I known the day that was ahead of me, I would have ditched daycare and brought her with […]