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“A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.” Poet: she’s one of the greatest (argumentative) conversationalists I know and manages to talk her way out of [...]

parents are humans, too

photos taken on our long weekend in Melbourne where the coffee was plentiful and the conversations uninterrupted  Before I became a mother I was given some advice that I’ve only recently [...]

18/52

“A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.” Poet: she leads the way while we walk; stopping to climb fences, pick flowers, kick leaves. I love this time of day [...]

wearing : fabrik

this is a sponsored post / photos by Luisa Brimble   In the past few months I’ve been creating a simple and functional wardrobe; I’m aiming for minimal and beautiful. It’s [...]

autumn beach jaunts

seaside daisies / she does cranky well as she pulls on my new dress / I thought he’d be a bit tired of the camera – he isn’t  When the tourists have gone home and it’s [...]

17/52

“A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.” Poet: she pulled a book out of her pocket and started reading before throwing it on the sand and running into the ocean, [...]

yoga at the kitchen sink

my friend Claudia’s beautifully curated kitchen shelves I went to a yoga class last night; left Daniel with the kids and a big pot of spaghetti bolognese and made my way to the studio [...]

simple pleasures

I procrastinated for a good year but finally bought a dress from ace & jig; it’s made from the most beautiful cotton I have ever touched / Poet sucking salt water from her hands I [...]

16/52

“A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.” Poet: fully dressed and she wandered straight into the ocean. Happy as a clam.   Dusk at the beach – silky light [...]

together again

It’s quite strange how quickly life returns to normal. After our soppy airport reunion we ventured home to be together, because it’s what we missed most. The following day Daniel and [...]

it’s almost tomorrow

Daniel comes home tomorrow and I keep spontaneously bursting into tears. I love an airport reunion. The past 13+ weeks have been such a big learning curve for me. I know that my solo-parenting [...]