There have been many times in the past few weeks where I have intended to come and write here. But then Percy cried, or clouds threatened and the washing needed to be brought in, or I finally got [...]
“A portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2015.” Poet: she’s been pushing buttons. Lots of buttons. Percy: everyone says he looks like me but at times, [...]
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2015” Che: rarely is there a moment when he doesn’t have a book in his hand. He turns 8 in September…where did all [...]
When I was 20 weeks pregnant I asked my midwife if the rumours were true: “Are third births generally unpredictable?” She turned away from the computer, looked me in the eye and with [...]
this little chair allows Poet to reach the high door handles / birthday flowers from my man / it’s tiring work being so small / domesticity for little people (and one of the very best [...]
As far as I’m concerned, every child needs a knitted pixie bonnet to keep them cosy in the cold. Greer, Head Knitter at Typically Red, creates beautiful hand-knits for little heads. She [...]
“A portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2015.” Poet: day old pigtails and her favourite dress, looking very Anne of Green Gables as she picks clover in the [...]
Fabrik – clothing with a conscience autumn/winter campaign styled by Stefanie Ingram and photographed by Luisa Brimble Fabrik’s autumn/winter women’s collection is beautiful; a [...]
“A portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2015.” Poet: dancing, again. There’s no denying that she’s been a bit sad about my attention being [...]
the last of the blooms from congratulatory bouquets You would think that typing one-handed whilst breastfeeding is a little like riding a bike; once learned, the skill is yours for life. [...]
“A portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2015.” Poet: sometimes being a big sister is exhausting, especially when you have to wait your turn. Percy: his [...]
Everything smells like milk. Precious and fleeting, these newborn days roll into each other as Percy slowly unfurls. We spent his first week in bed and while he slept I drank tea and ate cake; [...]
