inspiring a playfully creative life
Coming in to 2021, it feels all but impossible to decide what the year ahead should look like. Trying to pick my One Little Word, in theory, should’ve been harder than any year in the past. But just as RISE came to me on a whim, and turned out to be the perfect word for 2020, my word for 2021 has been whispering at me
Around here, 2019 sucked pretty epicly. I was thrilled to kick it out the door and usher in 2020. I was ready to RISE. At the end of 2019, I chose the word “RISE” as my One Little Word, ready to shake the dust (and ash) of 2019 off my feet and knock 2020 out of the park. Of course, 2020 had other plans. But
One of the side benefits of homeschooling, is bonus daddy time. Mr Barefoot is off to work of a morning before the children are up, so lunchtime is often the first time they see him for the day. It’s really lovely for them to have that little slice of time in the middle of the day. Less lovely? The constant “is daddy coming home” questions
Another week of building back towards normal! This week I have been: Reading: Book Of Hours (Robyn Caswallader) & How I Clawed My Way To The Middle (John Wood) Watching: birthday Lego being built, a new season of kids sport, and rainstorms rolling in Loving: morning walks through the vineyard & front paddocks, and evening bushwalks through the back forest Enjoying: farm fresh googy eggs
Over the last couple of months, I’ve been getting back into a long-forgotten habit of getting out the door and into the world first thing of a morning for a spot of exercise in the fresh air. As the weeks pass, the air is getting fresher and fresher, and within the last week or two, it has gotten fresh to the point I end up
It started with so much promise. A three day weekend, extended to four with a cheeky little annual leave day tacked on on Friday. The kids had been gone since Wednesday, which gave me Thursday to get through my to-do list along with a Pilates class and a lunch date with the mister. A flurry of messages late Thursday came through, begging for just one
Back in the day when blogs were a thing, in a way they aren’t now…when they were more personal and friendly and less about pinterest views, there were a couple of bloggers who I would follow that would do “day in the life” posts. I am an unrepentant sticky-beak, and love to see how other folks manage their days. At the time, I had small
The Gulf, Anna Spargo-Ryan – I grabbed this from the library on BorrowBox as I adored her first book, The Paper House, and this book didn’t fail to live up to expectations. It was stunningly written, and heartachingly moving. So many emotions and thoughts stirred up by this book. 5 stars. Lark Song, Jane Bailey – oh gosh, this was such an emotional read! Moving
Is there any chat more flurried than that of two crafters in that week between Christmas and New Years, when we have zero real life commitments to impinge on our craft time – beyond keeping the family fed and the house slightly above biohazardous choas – thus distorting our idea of exactly how much free time we usually have for crafting, and a new year
There’s something about a new year, and the long expanse of summer holidays before us, that seems to get the creative juices flowing, and inspire a slew of new projects. Just this morning, I hit up the local fabric shop for supplies for the latest and greatest grand idea that’s popped up over the last few days…more on that one later! But with our “make
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