Che’s felted and hand-stitched bat from Montessori. My heart swells every time I see it. Hello there, Did you know that I work as a freelance writer? Yes siree I do. In the chaos that is [...]
I love a good rhyme and when words marry quirky illustrations my book-loving heart goes all-a-flutter. Say hello to Parrot Carrot – the book I request to read when I’m tucking Che [...]
It feels like only yesterday that I lay in bed with my new baby, cuddled up in the warmth while the rain fell down for an entire week. But no, it was almost five months ago. Poet is pure joy. She [...]
…are best when they’re tied with up with string (go on, sing it, I know you want to). The parcel delivery man has been on our doorstep rather frequently of late as I get all the [...]
I found the carpet in Che’s room today and Poet looked on as I fumbled my way through paper/sticky tape creations, books and toys. I stopped for a few moments here and there to watch her [...]
this weekend I… came to terms with the fact that the washing fairy doesn’t exist wondered why our summer has, so far, been pretty wintry got angry at the lego made ‘Christmas [...]
Little squares of fabric sewn onto paper. Tones of dove grey, jacaranda and mustard, interspersed with hints of French pink, olive and teal. I hope in the stitching a quilt will come together [...]
Poet attended her first wedding on Saturday night. The verdict? She likes to party. Seriously party. She even thought she was important enough to hang out at the bridal table for a while there, [...]
I tend to get a little uncomfortable around this time of year. You’ve probably felt it too – the rising anxiety of a community itching to get their hot little hands on this and that [...]
At least once a fortnight we go to our favourite local cafe and indulge in a few hours of bliss. Bamboo Buddha is my idea of a perfect cafe – wholesome vegetarian food, organic coffee, [...]
Yesterday I woke up to little feet tapping on my lower back. When I rolled over to greet the little miss she squealed with delight and gooed and gaahed till we decided it was breakfast time. [...]
