New Beginnings

Well HELLO there dear reader. It’s been too long, hasn’t it? How are you? Are you OK? How are you feeling about 2018 after the first 47 days? Depending on how well you know me, you may know this: I have big plans. BIG PLANS. Big goals. These range from producing intricate and difficult knitting projects to writing books to climbing mountains to mastering languages to producing thoughtful, finely-honed blog posts on a regular basis. Sometimes these things are achieved....

Taking Stock : December

Man oh man! I just spent the better part of an hour crafting a heart-felt post about writing and the year that has (almost) been, hit publish, and then my internet cut out and away the words floated into the ether. Why did I not save it? Anyway, I started re-writing it but that felt too annoying, so I’ve decided to do Taking Stock instead. It’s not the same, but it will have to do, for now. And one day...

Quote Friday #19

Christmas can be a stressful time. High expectations, perhaps. Expecting peace and love and charity and good cheer, that your Christmas will look like the one in the magazine. Instead, you find yourself rushing about to parties that you’re not sure you really want to be at. Relationships strain as dormant feelings of resentment or hurt are brought to the surface. You eat too much, drink too much, all the while wishing you could lie in bed and read a...

Taking Stock : November

I woke up at 5.45 this morning, needing to pee. Normally I’d then get back into bed and sleep for a few more hours, but this morning, with the sun starting to filter through the blinds, I was just…awake. Rather than lying there annoying Steve, I decided to get up and go for a walk/run along the beach. Best. Decision. Ever. It’s going to be 31 in Melbourne today, but at 6am the sun hadn’t quite hit the esplanade, so...

Quote Friday #18

Are you a Leunig fan? I find myself drawn to his work, his child-like, often melancholy, yet still joyful take on life. When the to-do list seems to be getting choc-a-bloc and my mind becomes feverish, I think of this quote: “It is worth doing nothing and having a rest.” In this age of constant productivity and self-improvement, when every minute of the day is supposed to be accounted for and spent in the most useful way, I find this...

Quote Friday #17

“There is something wonderful in feeling the presence of the writer within you, of something wilful that seems to have a plan” George Saunders...

Taking Stock : October

October is almost over! Let’s take stock of this moment while we can… Making: presents for some upcoming birthdays…but it’s top secret Cooking: lentil sausage rolls (so the word sausage is obsolete, but ‘lentil rolls’ sounds kinda gross) to take to choir tomorrow morning Drinking: orange juice from the South Melbourne Market. Mmm. Reading: Bleaker House by Nell Stevens Trawling: through old family photos Wanting: more time more time more time Looking: forward to getting back out into nature over summer....

Quote Friday #16

Hey hey! Happy weekend to you and yours! I’m home alone this weekend and rather looking forward to it. I have a list of about twenty things I want to do – let’s see if I can do, well, maybe ten. This is not exactly a quote, more of an excerpt from an Ask Polly article I was reading today. It would be better if you read the whole article, which you can find here. I like the idea of deciding...

The House on the Highway

Steve and I spent the first two weeks of October at his grandparents’ house in Queenscliff. Staying there, in that house full of handwritten letters, flowery tins and shelves of old books, I couldn’t help but mentally revisit my own grandparents’ house. Something about the smell. Something about the era. Though my grandparents and Steve’s never met, their very different houses share certain qualities. My grandparents, Mum’s parents, lived in Mt Gambier, on the border with South Australia, right on...

Quote Friday #15

  I’ve been struggling a little this last week with the whole writing thang. Feeling discouraged, stupid, letting the mean voice get the better of me. Doubting myself, despite knowing that self-doubt is poison to creativity. Sometimes it’s hard to take your own advice. But then, today, the clouds parted. Good things are ahead, friends. I can feel it. I listened to this wonderful Conversations episode on my walk into the city this morning, Richard Fidler chatting with Richard Flanagan...