on becoming minimalist (when you are a craft supplies hoarder)

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A month ago, we packed our bags, and spent four weeks living in a camper trailer. Not a caravan, but a tent on wheels. Storage was a delicately negotiated compromise. We had one bag each. A bag for towels. A reusable shopping bag for the kids toys. The same for my craft gear. As far as personal possessions go, you could add in my camera and

On organisation, road trip style 

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Next weekend, we will load our tribe of tiny people into the car, hitch up the camper trailer and point the car north, in pursuit of adventure and warmer climes. We will spend four weeks on the road, covering 8500km over 5 states. As you can imagine, there is more than a little bit of organisation and planning involved in getting us out the door

On planning & staying organised :: life planner {update}

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I read an article, the other week, about how the “baby brain” phenomena is real (duh, says every mother in the world), and it can last up to TEN YEARS. That explains an awful lot, really. My memory is terrible. Random trivia I can remember no worries, but book myself a haircut and if it’s not in the diary within 5 minutes, it isn’t happening.

Barefoot Behind the Scenes :: Branding

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My editorial calendar tells me today I should be talking to you about Project Life and where I’m up to. Which would be all well and good if I actually had something to show you that was different from last month’s update. I am hoping to make the most of the long weekend and get three months (*blush*) worth of photos printed and into the

Where I Stand {this week}

Do you ever have that moment when you find a parcel in the mail and your first reaction is "oh no what on earth have I ordered now and how am I going to explain this to the mister"?? No? Just me? Thankfully today wasn't a product of a lapsed memory but a delightful surprise that my superior sleuthing skills (read: checking the postmark) have led me to deduce is via the beautiful @islandkylie - thank you my friend  xx

  This week I am: Reading: Tina Fey’s BossyPants, Make Good Art Listening to: this mashup on repeat Making: bags. So. Many. Bags. Eating: Cadbury’s Salted Caramel Chocolate. No I haven’t tried the vegemite one. Nor do I plan to, because I don’t hate myself that much Planning: a roadtrip and more projects than is humanly possible to fit into the next five weeks Enjoying

on blog planning & pretty books

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My mojo goes in fits & spurts. Sometimes I just can’t find a groove in anything, and I have nothing to share. Or I have been working on the same thing and if I’m sick of seeing my ripple blanket every day then I’m pretty sure no-one else wants to see it constantly either. Then there’s times like now, where my ideas are like a

Adding external blogs to WordPress Reader & Bloglovin’

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Last week, I got a lovely comment from a reader of my previous blog, who had missed moving along on my move firstly to self-hosted, and then on to this new identity, and was wondering where I’d disappeared to. She mentioned she was glad to find me but self-hosted was frustrating as she liked to follow blogs in the wordpress reader. I knew I’d followed

Where I Stand {this week}

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                   Oh MAN, what a week! After Easter, when Mr Barefoot was back at work, and the school holidays were well under way, the small people absconded, all four of them, to my parents place, leaving me with a delightful 2.5 days to myself. So. Much. Fun. I did also have big plans to clean the studio,

a little shop update

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It was one of those ideas I had been sitting on for a while. I’d even created the instagram account for it. A little pop-up shop, with a bit of whatever was tickling my fancy at any given moment. I have for a while been planning on splitting my Etsy shops, one into my main product, one as an “outlet store”, so to speak, with

on breaking a habit.

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In the early days, I’d stand over her cot, watching. A bed full of pink blankets and pink onesies and pink swaddling and tiny little pink face, peaceful as she slept. Her brothers rowdy and bouncing just outside the door, and with just a finger to my lips, they would tip toe in, and creep up beside me. Propping one on each hip, I would