My favourite things
I love our wedding photo because it is not posed. We are caught mid moment. Walking towards Rohan on my wedding day was one of the only real-life “take your breath away” moments that I have experienced. I knew getting to the end of the aisle and standing next to him was exactly where I wanted to be.
Rohan and I share a birthday, and I love this piece of art we bought to celebrate our birthdays. I was doing a show at Chapel Off Chapel, in Prahran, which also has a visual-arts gallery, and we both fell in love with this piece of artwork because we both saw different things. My husband, of course, saw a naked lady and I saw a pair of old men’s knees. It’s the kind of artwork that you can see anything in and everyone is going to see something different. It is by Chantal Stewart.
I always have flowers in the house. They add a splash of colour and brighten the day. If there are no flowers, it just doesn’t feel right. I have a white kitchen — all-white everything — and so the flowers really make the room. I always go for a bright colour with greenery in there, too. Because we are actors and sometimes the budget just doesn’t allow for a $100 bunch of pick-me-ups, we go down to the market and get two $10 bunches and they do the same trick. Even if it’s a bunch of flowers that our nieces have picked from the garden to give us, they always make you feel great.
Just like flowers, I always want candles around. I love their beautiful smell and there is something tranquil about the flame. But my husband has put a recent ban on me buying any more because we have lots of half-burnt candles around the house, and I keep buying new ones. So I’m using up all the half-burnt ones at the moment.
Fishy is part ragdoll, part moggy and she’s a very pretty girl. I got her because she looked like my childhood cat, Britney, named after Britney Spears. But Fishy couldn’t have been more different in personality. It took Fishy about two years to really adjust to any sort of affection or cuddles. My husband is away a lot with work, and so she’s my companion, and I’m never alone. When I come home, she greets me; we eat our dinner together and curl up in bed together. She’s my substitute husband — the poor thing!