“A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.” Poet: Watching a game of monopoly, her own stash of $10 notes tucked neatly under the board. Oh, and she’s eating [...]
It’s probably not at all sensible for me to discuss Christmas but bear with me, it’s for good reason. You see, there’s a lot to be said for considered gift giving and receiving. [...]
I promised myself I would never work with Poet but last week I was desperate for someone to hop in a fabrik sleeping bag and read a book whilst I took photos. Poet was the only option. I may have [...]
How interesting that the inspiration behind this series is no longer a seasonal cleanse but a lifestyle change. So many of our friends have suggested that we buy the house we’re currently [...]
“A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.” Poet: “Guess what guys! Dis year, I’m having two birfdays! One birfday for when I was three and [...]
I’m not good at change, especially when it comes unpredicted and requires immediate action. I woke early this morning and my first thought was: we need to find a house. Indeed, it’s [...]
I’ll mis our house but I think I’ll miss our flowery street even more The original title of this post, Updating Our Rental, was made redundant after a surprising phone call yesterday [...]
Perhaps it’s my age or my new-found love of less, but in the past year or so I’ve refined my style and subsequently, my wardrobe. I no longer harbour a deep attachment to my clothes. [...]
“A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.” Poet: Back to her normal, mischievous self after an eventful week. She wears her “leaf” with pride. This [...]
Once they had lit the barbecue they wandered around the vegie patch and picked greens for dinner; rocket, baby spinach, cos lettuce, spicy chives. A night at mama and popa’s was just what [...]
There’s a misconception that those who earn an income from their blogs are technical geniuses with a thorough knowledge of website coding and the like. And I have no doubt that many [...]
early morning breakfast, my beautiful boy is growing up and I’m so proud of the seven-year-old he has become / flowers (or weeds) picked and gifted with the best intentions At 1:25am on [...]
