Mystery of who killed Kylie Blackwood at her Pakenham home Kylie Blackwood and (inset) the family home where she was murdered. Not long now. Rinse, spit. Last patient for the week. Finally, the young dental nurse could shed the bland uniform, step out into the Friday night air, and drive her Datsun coupe to the place she'd been day-dreaming about all week - the shops. Kylie Blackwood loved fashion. Those Friday night jaunts after work to blow her early pay packets from the Koo Wee Rup dental surgery kickstarted an addiction to shopping. She'd hit the strip straight from the surgery, and stay there until the retailers pulled down the shutters. Shoes. Handbags. Make up. She loved it all. Kylie bought so much she could barely keep track, and as her pay packets expanded, so did her wardrobe. Others constantly marvelled at how immaculate she always looked, even when just popping out for bread. Even her young son noticed. There is not a bad photo of you. You look beautiful in every single one," he said. Lately, with the three children at school, Kylie was free to pursue her love of fashion even further, taking up part-time work at a boutique in Pakenham. She even began drafting plans to open up her own store, Kylie B's. Now, though, those plans are shelved. Her dream store will never open, and Kylie will never go late-night shopping on a Friday again. o o o o o KYLIE Blackwood was as unlikely a murder victim as you could find. Baffled detectives have described hers as a "normal suburban family," with nothing in her background to explain why, some time between noon and 3.40pm on August 1, she was slain in her own home. The mother of three lived a seemingly quiet and happy life in a prosperous pocket of suburban Pakenham with loving husband Peter, a successful real estate agent she met many years ago after taking up a job as a waitress at the hotel where he was duty manager. From the moment she mentioned him, her close-knit family knew he was the one for her. By 1996 she'd moved into his Pakenham home on Eagle Drive. Mr Blackwood told mourners at her funeral last week that he couldn't believe his luck. "Kylie struck me as a happy, talkative, positive person, but the biggest thing I thought was that she was smoking hot," he said. I think I was batting above my average. In 1997 the pair went on holiday to Noosa Heads, where he popped the question. They married on April 26, 1998, and honeymooned at Great Keppel Island for two weeks. "I was a proud man just sitting with her on the beach, just looking at her," Peter said. Their son Chase was born in 2000. "My son, my best friend and my rock in the past week," Mr Blackwood told mourners. You have your mother's looks, thank god, and her kind heart. Anyone who meets you, Chase, says you're a champion and I'm a lucky man. In 2002, Kylie gave birth to twins Mia and Holly. The family settled into a comfortable suburban existence - until the twins, now 11, came home from school to find their mum's body in the lounge room. WHILE police delve deep into their daughter's life, Kylie's parents Allan and Edie prefer to remember the happy times. Her birth on New Year's Day 1971 at Pakenham Bush Nursing Hospital, little Kylie Louise Whitta. Her kinder days at Nar Nar Goon. Primary school in Pakenham. High school to year 11 at Koo Wee Rup. Allan and Edie raised her and brother Justin on a farm in Cora Lynn, southeast of Melbourne. While Kylie was born a farm girl, she was anything but one. However, life on the farm was carefree and Kylie was never far away from mischief. She doted over her dog Pixie and would work out ways to get her inside the house. Her father was less than keen, but few could resist Kylie's charms. Soon enough, Pixie was sleeping in a basket on the farmhouse porch and in time it would be moved to the front of the heater. When Kylie's dad was milking the cows, Pixie would run wild in the house. Kylie was passionate about animals and made it clear she wanted a horse. She began taking riding lessons and, as expected, her parents gave in. Kylie loved Bobby, who was a particularly well-behaved horse until he was fed sugar cubes. His owner spoiled him rotten and Bobby became unrideable and was sold. Kylie's passion for fashion was matched by her love of travel. Kylie loved warm weather and her olive skin would develop a beautiful glow as she relaxed on the beach. She travelled to Bali and Canada as a single woman. Her skill at organising awesome holidays continued on a recent, happy family break on the Gold Coast, where, as always, she remarked she never wanted the holiday to end. THE brutal end to Kylie's life in the family home has sparked many questions. Was she murdered by a stranger in a burglary gone wrong? Killed by someone she knew? A hooded man seen lurking around her home that day has been ruled out as a suspect, leaving a community anxious. But as police struggle to solve the crime and Victorians struggle to comprehend it, her family are left with not only those questions, but also the frightening unknown of how they can go on without her. Anyone with information should contact Crime Stoppers on 1800 333 000