I first met the quirky and talented Lucy Ward way back in 1997, when Mr.B and I had just moved to Melbourne. Lucy’s husband, Fred, and Mr.B, both architects, worked at the same practice, and these two young, pre-kid couples would often hit the town together and be found having cosy dinners and chats in … Continue reading The Cute and Quirky Crochet Stylings of Lucy Ward.
The amount of packaging we throw away as part of our modern lives is astounding. At the supermarket everything seems to be packaged, often when there’s really no need, like bananas and oranges and other things that already have their own natural packaging. It seems we can’t get away from it. Obviously most things do … Continue reading Unpackaged.
We saw and did so many great things when we went to Tasmania at Easter that I’ve split the post into parts. I don’t want to be that awful uncle that bores you to death with his holiday slide show, so it’s highlights only you’ll be relieved to hear. You’ve already had MONA, so here’s part … Continue reading Tasmania Part Two – Everything Else.
I’ve been yearning to visit Tasmania forever, and having lived in Melbourne for 18 years now, it’s ridiculous that I haven’t been before. I’ve heard so much about the fantastic food, the pristine countryside and rugged coastline, the culture, and MONA. My kind of place. We finally made our first trip over the Easter holidays, … Continue reading Tasmania Part One – MONA
An exciting thing happened! I had an article published in Thrive magazine, and I’ve been bursting to share this milestone with you. I had posted something I was quite proud of, back in January, when things were still dark and I was just starting my relationship with my brother’s camera. It’s a pretty imposing camera, … Continue reading An Exciting Thing Happened . . .
Well summer is officially over, and I haven’t reported much from the garden this year. To be honest, after my horrible end to last year I let it all go a bit to sh*t. I had big plans at the start of spring, but as everyone knows, life rarely goes according to plan, and I’ll just have … Continue reading Tom-ay-to, Tom-ar-to.