Hand Dyed Play Silks
My baby turns one in a couple of weeks. Naturally, I can hardly believe it. I remember precisely the cosy knit jumper I wore during labour,…
My baby turns one in a couple of weeks. Naturally, I can hardly believe it. I remember precisely the cosy knit jumper I wore during labour,…
I reach for my phone. I reply to one email before it dies. I open my laptop. Also dead. The kids ask to watch Peter Rabbit.…
It’s been so long since I’ve shared photos, life proving again that I don’t have as much time as I once did. Still, every time…
There’s something to be said for the act of making. Perhaps it’s because we are giving something to the world, instead of taking. Instead of…
Making home-made cleaning products can seem daunting at first, but once you get started, it’s really so simple. I am in the process of completely…
I used to picture time as a rope you followed along, hand over hand, into the distance, but it’s nothing like that. It moves outward but…
Happy Thursday! Popping in real quick today from a little family holiday we’ve taken in order to stockpile some eastery things in this little online journal…
There is something deeply satisfying to me about acknowledging a seasonal shift, no matter how subtle the change in my environment appears. While they all have…
If there was one image to portray a renovation experience, it would be this. Actually, no — Joel is half-smiling in that photo. It would be…
She stumbles out of her room, eyes barely open. “Am I six now, mum?” she asks, rubbing her eyes. “You sure are sweetie,” I say.…