Says it all really.

Sunday, 3pm. Making stress balls to bash productively in labour. Husband has worried I’ll pretend they’re HIS.

2011- the year of handmade.


In early 2011 a Facebook status went around along the lines of ‘The first 5 people to comment on this will receive something handmade from me in 2011. You must pay it forward and find 5 more people to give handmade gifts to.’ etc etc.


Laydeepants, my dear cake making sewing extraordinaire radio show presenting all around awesome friend made terrariums. TERRARIUMS? Seriously? Amazing.


This little fellow got a bit too big for his boots in her courtyard, so it’s a Fauxrarium that looks awesome.


Did you do the handmade pay it forward? I haven’t yet… Working on it!

Nesting ‘Help’


Making a new doona cover to match my new chair. Meet my helper.

Sunday, February 20th.


Free apricots means lots of jars of yummy jam.

Birthday Cake


Every year Husband and I make each other a birthday cake. Any choice, any shape, it’s yours. However, with my oven fusing itself on Friday night, this is an impossible feat.


On Sunday my dear friend Laydeepants turned up for Laydee Day with a present for me - Chocolate Almond Torte. Sinfully rich, gluten and dairy free, we’ve been making our way through this. It was a beautiful surprise as I’d been a bit sad face about not having a cake - and Laydeepants hadn’t known this. How I love my friends.

Sweet Secrets
Very thoughtful best friend Charlotte secretly got in contact with my mum, procured her Chocolate Coconut Slice recipe and presented me with this massive box of chocolately coconutty sliced goodness for my birthday this morning. I’ve been trying to replicate this for 5 years, and Charlotte nailed it. Have had 3 bits and it’s only 10am. 2 were before breakfast.

As the days pass on, I find myself in a quieter space. Daydreams, misty hills, packing bags (!), and waiting.

Sometimes we don’t want to get out of bed. As time goes on, I find myself sneaking back to bed after breakfast for a rest. To read a book, look out the window, hold my belly and dream about the coming weeks.

It really is a tough life.


3pm sunlight. Heating those hard to heat spots.

How I Love Bread


I know, not the first bread photo. I can promise you it won’t be the last. I made the ‘fauxgettes’ last weekend and I can still and taste them.
So soft and light on the inside, crunchy on the outer. Hubby eyed them off and asked if he could take one for lunch. We bickered briefly when I told him he could take a small one.


‘You can’t eat all of them!’
‘I can. Watch me.’


I sent him to work with a big roll the next day.


See, in our house, I make bread for me and Hubby is happily king of the supermarket markdown bread. I’m the carbohydrate fusspot. And these were worth the fuss.

This is a photo that will make my mother happy. When she found out we were going to use Modern Cloth Nappies she was sad to think that there wouldn’t be any bright white terry nappies flapping on the line. We’ve since purchased some terry squares for those first few weeks when the MCN’s may not fit.


Here they are, flapping in the breeze. Just for you Mum.

L & P


When Hubs and I went to NZ in December we picnic’d for every lunch. On sides of roads, in parks, by oceans, by rivers, next to glaciers- you name it. And a lunchtime staple? Lemon & Paeroa. We were slightly obsessed and spoke to our friends in hushed tones about how awesome it was, but we couldn’t find it anywhere. Until now. A friend spotted it in Coles, we rushed in after work and left with these. Admittedly, they did not cost $1.79 as per NZ… but a treat nonetheless. It’s my birthday in 3 weeks…

Working From Home


Tuesday, February 1, 2011.


(I’m taking a break from stories with words on here right now. It’ll be stories by pictures for awhile. But you’re cool with that, right?)