“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.” Che: I suppose it’s only natural that as we prepare for Poet’s birthday, he talks about his 5th. Apparently [...]
On Thursday she turns one; an entire journey around the sun. I can see that time in the length of her limbs and hear it in the words that she speaks. But because I am her mother I will always [...]
Poet turns one next week and I’ve been reminiscing about her first year. While I was pregnant I gathered the essentials – every day items that were both practical and beautiful [...]
Early last year we took a leap of faith and since then I have been working from home. I really struggled to step back into a professional role after I became a mum. I can be complacent and, for a [...]
Of course, in the midst of illness and slow, Daniel left for a few days to work on a film set in Sydney. I wanted him to go and I didn’t want him to go and I wonder if that strange feeling [...]
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.” Che: He comes grocery shopping with me every fortnight. And I always take a photo of him in the empty carpark (because [...]
Just like I had planned we all went to bed early on Sunday night, ready for the week ahead. By 7.30am Monday morning Poet’s attempts at acrobatics failed miserably and she ended up on the [...]
A few fabulous reads have made their way to me in the past few weeks so I’ve decided to bundle them together and give them away. Winter school holidays are perfect for long, lazy reading [...]
one. hypericum berries and lisianthus two. my new top, lovingly created by Jay from and the trees This past week I’ve been as flighty as they come so I indulged in a bohemian-inspired top [...]
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.” Che: Oh sweet boy, you’re back from months of uncharacteristic behaviour. Grounded. Poet: In her presence [...]
About six months ago my vegie-loving four-year-old refused to eat his greens. And while he’s happy to eat raw carrot, tomatoes and the occasional cob of corn, anything leafy has not passed [...]
Popa’s workshop is much like his potting shed; overflowing with collected bits and bobs. The industrial theme is a little more prevalent though – spanners instead of shovels, oil [...]
